House Of Krazees - Portrait lyrics

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


Portrait of a killer


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

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


All the pigs must die


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


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