Portrait

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mr. Bones] Portrait of a killer, the first suspect: the mind of Jeffrey Dahmer Entered the scene and caused drama Born in Milwaukee in 1960 As a child, studied much chemistry But later on joined the army in '79 There at the base was three unsolved crimes Known to all as mass mutilation murders But to blame one of the soldiers was unheard of Left the base in 1981 Headed home to Milwaukee for a little fun Five years past, and things was going pretty good Killed about seven kids in his neighborhood Not suspected of any type of crime Who woulda thought young Jeffrey was out of his mind? Four more men and boys were killed before One of the victims escaped out the back door Told the cops all the things that he'd seen That night, mister Dahmer was in custody Facing charges of murder, simple and plain Told his lawyer that he was gonna plead insane He knew everybody was out to get him So he said "fuck it" and confessed to all counts of cannibalism He was convicted and received the life sentence A real motherfuckin' menace, portrait of a killer [Interlude] [?] Portrait of a killer [?] [Verse 2: Mr. Bones] Portrait of a killer, the second suspect: born in '34 He was the unwanted child of a fuckin' whore Lived in Kentucky, the place he was born and raised On the streets, Charles Manson was his name Went to jail, released in '67 Moved to San Francisco and found his Heaven He was the leader of the cult group known as the Family Charlie was always in the circles Surrounded by the thoughts in his fuckin' head 'Cause the family would do anything that he said So he let 'em all in on the master plan To kill off and make waste of the white man So the black folks could have control and wealth Fuck it up [beneath?] little Charlie's [hell?] Helter Skelter got closer day by day So they said fuck it and went and killed Sharon Tate The next night they were arrested for the crime Charles Manson ended up doin' life's time That's right, he received the life sentence A real motherfuckin' menace, portrait of a killer [Interlude] [?] All the pigs must die [?] [Verse 3: Mr. Bones] Portrait of a killer, the third suspect is Mr. Bones Locked down in the sick world of my own Here's a clue, when the demon came alive It was in Detroit, 1975 Took my first life at the age of 16 But quiet is kept, you know what the fuck I mean Back and forth to every shrink in town Analyzing my fuckin' evil sound One more year past, up to no good again Dropped some acid and tried to kill my girlfriend Broke her arm and almost killed the ho Don't ask why 'cause I really don't fuckin' know But now I'm 18 and kickin' my wicked rhymes With drug abuse and fatal thoughts of suicide Premonitions of death lie in a bloody path Up some sort of third world aftermath But they try to say that I'm insane And pass the blame on my distorted brain They get scared when I try to kick the truth 'Cause they know that I'm the demonic youth But I'm nothing but the crazed one, Mr. Bones Portrait of a killer [Outro] [?] Do you know about the death?