Voices. Murder. Caught. A Murder Story.
Voices..
Crime lord of many towns,
Rhyme for the underground.
Voice among rhythm and beats,
Choice given by my believes.
Glory, over long years of Experience,
Story of my Gory looking appearance.
Like a killer driven by a mad Disease,
Slaughtering family after family..
Just running shit as they Please.
Scystophrenic, killing by voices.
Murder..
Hanging the corpse of every victim,
Slaying the witnesses just to sicken.
Sicken the police and LAPD, priceless,
They can't see, now their eyeless.
Murder is a gift to my life and family,
Killing and Murder, my one true insanity.
Calling for Mercy, I feed off the screams,
For there is no end to this wonderful dream.
Controlling my thirst for blood and tears,
Drooling over the sight of the mortal fears.
Caught..
527 victims, never once showed remorse,
Sickened the families, mastered the murderous course.
Sirens louder then any female I've fed from,
Likes Indian's causing all the Chants and Drums.
Police bust down my doors, crash through windows,
Notice the bodies and they cry over the widows.
Caught by the men I've laughed at my whole life,
Each one spat in my face, as I raped their wife.
Aching with the pain that I loved to cause,
Caught, slaughtered by my own interrogated flaws.