Portrait Lyrics - House Of Krazees

Portrait Of A Killer 

The 1st suspect 

The mind of Jeffrey Dalmer 

entered the scene and caused drama 

Born in Milwaukee in 1960 

As a child, studied much chemistry 

later on joined the army in '79 

there at the base was 3 unsolved crimes 

Known to all as mass mutilation murders 

but to blame one of the soilders was unheard of 

Left the base in 1981 

Headed home to Milwaukee for a little fun 

5 years past, things are 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 Dalmer was in custody 

Facing charges of murder, simple and plain 

Told his lawer that he was gonna pleed 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 recieved the life sentence 

A real motherfuckin menace 

Portrait Of A Killer 

Portrait Of A Killer 

The 2nd Suspect Born in '34 

He was the unwanted child of a fuckin whore 

Lived in Kuntucky, 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 them all in on the master plan 

To kill off and make waste of the white man 

So the black folks could have control and well, 

Fucked it up beneath little Charlie's hell 

Helter Skelter, got folded day by day 

So they said fuck it and went and killed Sharon Tate 

The next day they were arrested for the crime 

Charles Manson ended up doing life of time 

That's rite, he recieved the life sentece 

A real motherfuckin menace 

Portrait Of A Killer 

Portrait of a killer 

The 3rd 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 back to the age of 16 

The quiet (?) is kept, you know what the fuck I mean 

Back and forth to every shrink in town 

Analizing my fucking needle sound 

One more year past now Im no good again 

Dropped some acid and try to kill my girlfriend 

Broke her arm and almost killed the hoe 

Don't ask why cause I really dont fuckin know 

But now im 18 and kicking my wicked rhymes 

With drug abuse and fatal thoughts of suicide 

Preminitions of death lie in a bloody path 

Up some sort of 3rd 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 Im the demonic youth 

But Im nothing but the crazed one Mr. Bones 

Portrait Of A Killer