Souvenirs of SERIAL KILLAS Mass collectin MURDERABILLA Gotta get more Gotta get more, gimme more Gotta get more Gotta Get More, MOTHAFUCKA Been mass collectin ever since I wuz a youngsta My first piece wuz a bloody knife from a dumpsta Ever since then I couldn’t satisfy my craving At underground auctions spendin all my time and all my savings Got Gacy paintings, and jeffery dahmers refridgerator Still stinks like rotted flesh, it’s a stench I like to savor Robbed johnathan davis for the bundy volkswagon The back seat is scratched deep from fingernails draggin U think I need help, but why collect anything else Cards of my favorite team wont make me feel how gein felt So I keep on addin to my morbid museum Sendin fan mail 2 BTK, id really love to meet him I wrote them on the typewriter that I stole from his home Got fish’s victims bones, tommy gun from al capone But they don’t mean shit to one of my favorite pieces Stuffed in a jar, sharon tates unborn fetus Do u sell anything? Shit why would I do that Ima collector bitch im not in this for the cash I cant put a price tag on sumthin that’s priceless A blood stained clown outfit theres not another like this This shits my life collection I will never part with it But if u wanna see my exhibit I will charge u a ticket Sell u a postcard so u can remember your visit But if u touch any of my shit u will get your wig split bitch I love rockin the ramirez ac/dc hat Gotta collection of pictures of victim with the killers autographs People say its disgustin but that’s part of the reason I love it I get such a fuckin high whenever I score a tuff get All authenticated cuz I don’t take fakes The only things that’s duplicated is the leonard lake tapes Got em burned to dvd I play it on my big screen It’s a dream come true, and it’s a fuckin sick dream

I’m trapped in this place all alone cuz everybody left me here My mind has been erased, the only thing I know for sure is death is near Don’t feel bad for me i'm trapped here by my own tendencies I made this bed, now i’m tucked in tight, anxiety is such a good friend to me Is this meant to be, just maybe, that’s I answer I should know I would say so, yes it is, cuz my life standards are so low So I go solo, cuz my standards for everyone is just way to high Please don’t get close, cuz I’ll hurt you the most, so its best for u to not even try I don’t know how I got trapped in this lonely place Maybe it’s my own fault that nobody else can relate Is this the end of my world, I should accept my fate That I will be stuck here forever because I can’t escape Since everybody makes me stressed, it seems 2 me this way is best Stuck in this mess all by myself, noone to join me as I wait for death Do I hate this? Yes, that’s what I say but then again that might be untrue They say its not good to be all alone all the time but I have yet to see sum proof And I don’t need u, cuz u’ll leave me 2, and I’ll be back in this cell again Trapped in this hell again, stuck until im a skeleton There aint no tellin when I can break my vicious cycle No longer walkin on an endless tight rope, im just so sick of bein so sick and spitful Is it a curse or a gift, im unsure of this rift Do I love it here or is it as worse as it gets My nerves feel ripped, but this place calms me down No responsibility here, so u cant call me now Maybe im not trapped maybe this place is mind Outside this room they’d say im crazy but in here im fine I do feel lonely but I want noone to join me Im the one and only and that’s the way its goin be Noone to appoint me as sumone to count on They leave me anyway when my amounts gone So my accounts drawn to a close It’s the dawn of a new life I suppose No more being anti social, my mind was close to Buggin the fuck out, now im finally exposed who Put me here and left me no escape It was me, I wanted to be in this place

I’ll make a r&b song and I’ll sing like shit Its ok, I’ll use auto tune and make it a hit Gold and platinum certified, I don’t know my shit stinks Drop 100 bux 2 come 2 my show and watch me lip synch Imma grab the mic and bust a 8 bar verse With 20 muthafuckas on stage yellin out the words No autographs, its back to my mansion when the shows over Thanx 2 my vocoder now im a homeowner Make a simple ass beat with a hook attached Sell it for 100 gs with my name all on the track Gimme my writing credit, my production fee and royalties Nobody wants to hear the verse just get to my chorus please Stakin more and more gs, cuz the mainstream got no taste They only want a catchy hook and a beat that got low bass On tv and radio, pay to have the most plays Do it again and again, sit back and watch my doe raise Mainstream, killa killa Pop rap, killa killa Club rap, killa killa We got that, killa killa shit We don’t listen to the mainstream We got that killa shit leave em all gangreen

Naturally Selectin My Victim, Imma Psycho Demented Darwin Showin no signs of stoppin, so everybody better take caution Wheater it’s a glock cockin and poppin or a steady axe choppin Your body is gonna be droppin in your family plot in a coffin My mind has lost it, and ive known it for a long time that it wuz commin Its sum crazy shit the thrill I get when I see blood start runnin, its sumthin That I could never explain, unless ur insane, I could never do it justice Evil runs in my vains, and clouds up my brain, its gives me a rush, I love it So 2 break it all down, id hafta define myself as a evil person Demons pullin me, shakin me, takin me into the dark where im always lurkin To pull u in, remove your skin im completely full of sin I knew it when I wuz a new infant with a unusal grin Rotted teeth, dangerously sharb as can be, ready to chomp into meat A bloody treat to feast upon until the beast in me retreats Im the stuff nightmares are made of, sumthing u should be afraid of I will come to u in your dreams, making sure u never wake up

Drop dead gorgeous, a hard to ignore chick She’s so fuckin sexy when she uses her snort stick My little cokehead, she’s takes a bump and then we bump uglys The mood ain't right unless I got that white she won’t touch me I know she don’t love, but that’s not a problem I’m not lookin for love I'm lookin for fuckin and slobbin The coked out it look really fits her well She’s a 12 out of 10 on my dick Richter scale She never gains weight, the coke keeps her in shape No chicken no steak only blow on her plate Dam she’s so great, and we got no hate I got sum snowflakes lets she how much her nose takes It was a little ruff at first she tried to sell the TV I told the bitch id get her shit so my bombshell won’t leave me And if I didn’t get her coke I know where the hell she'd be Shed be fuckin somebody for drugs, it mite as well be me She loves me for the cocaine And I can’t complain This love is so insane She my everything She loves me for the cocaine And she’s so dam fine She’s bout to do a line Then she’s all mine She’s only allowed to snort that powder cuz crack starts getting messy Their teeth will fall out, and track marks isn’t sexy I’ve never seen a hot base head before in my life Coke whores look so right they seem to be more of my type So snort up that white and I’ll pour a bud light Fuck you from behind on all fours on the floor all nite I call her snow white cuz she's my fairy tale And when she is very ill she gets scary pale But when she gets her medicine we're back to havin sex again And if she involves a sexy friend I'll treat with some mesculine Cuz every chick is easy to get with if u get her high The better the shit the better the bitch so u know I'm never dry I'm a straight up clever guy, I'm not sneaky or underhanded And I'd rather be hopeless than a cokeless romantic This is better than how I planed it, but there's one thing that I'm changin By adding another coked up dope slut to this equation

Dizze Dahmer: I like to get drunk and play with unloaded guns Cock it back and pull the trigger to my face for fun It feels good to feel the barrel kick as the trigger clicks One day it might be loaded and I’ll get rid of all of this But I got no reason to complain I guess i’m insane Livin life like it ain't shit but a silly game Cuz I got nothin to die for but nothin to live for Always stayin fucked up cuz I feel I can’t give more I was blessed with the gift of rhyme but cursed with an unstable mind But I try to think that shit is fine I reminisce to a time when shit was so simple When I was young havin fun before I went mental Before the wait of the world crushed my spirit And life was filled with happiness I didn’t have to fear it So when I die and they bury me in a hole I hope the rain can still reach me to cleanse my soul D-Lo MacVeigh: Every corner I turn, I feel like death is stalkin' me Created too much bad karma, now I keep the glock with me But after losing everything, what do I got to protect I find myself when I'm alone with that glock to my neck Ready to pull, but something's keepin' me from doin' it Something telling me I have a reason, and this life, I'm not thru with it I put it back on my dresser, and go back to my slumber Dreamin' about the day death comes to call my number Wakin' up everyday, stayin' alone and depressed Wondering what's keeping this heart beatin' in my chest Another nigga has beef, that's another nigga dead And another niggas face I can't get outta my head I fall asleep to wake up, cold sweat and shakin' Thinkin' about the fact, that's another life that I've taken I know death's over my shoulder, but is it really me he wants I'm just his right hand, I have to deal with these taunts Dizze Dahmer: The pain and agony, the strain is staggering Like a knifes aimed at my vain and its stabbing me And that’s how I feel on a daily basis I know that i'm bitter but I can barely taste it I’m waitin for another world war, or a meltdown of the earth’s core And it still probably wouldn’t hurt more I know i’m not the only one who feels this way I said I open my door for death and everyone could relate I guess i’m happy now, but my insanity drags me down And the very rain i’m wishin for my only make me drown Behind every smile is a frown that hides jagged teeth It’s never as good as it seems once u scratch beneath When u get past the disguise that’s where the truth lies I have a hard exterior but there’s pain in my eyes So when I die and they put me down in the dirt I hope the rain can still reach me to wash away the hurt

If u get caught up your body will be let down We can tussle, we’ll take your muscle so who wanna flex now U better step clown, its fight or flight for your life And my knife will slice thru ur windpipe fast like a flash of light A tragic demise, u knew u would die Maggots in your eyes, just food for the flies I move in the night, so smooth when I strike Your loosin the fight, blood oozin so bright Refusin the sight cuz the image is 2 horrific About a dozen bodies slaughtered, 15 to be specific Cuz we roll so brutal, resistence is now futile Make your head spread open lookin like sum red noodles And theres nothin u can do to us except run Murders nothin new to us its just sumthin that gets done At my command we bring sumthin u cant stand When I say when we cause mayhem like the black metal band I usually use a knife to slash, but I’ll use a pipe to smash Cave your head in in a quick second, who knew ud lose your life that fast This time I’ll use a gun to blast, u can try to run and dash Its now your last day when I blast away, I knew ud lose your life that fast Who knew ud lose your life that fast? I knew ud lose your life that fast Kidnapped from the street you’ll feel the heat I’ll torch and flame ya U wanted to talk tuff now your locked up in my torcha chamba U should’ve fled this mornin took head of warnings, and start 2 run and hide Now its too late u;ve sealed your fate u shouldve swalllowed your pride We’re strangers in the nite you called it right by sayin we sick and crazy U wanna brag and boast we’ll make u a ghost like patrick swayze And if we cant get u, your family will do we attack your safety U answer the phone a voice in a low tone says “we have your baby” I’ll shoot to prove u aint bulletproof u will catch a slug Its called justice when your skull busts its whut I love Diss my posse bitch the killa aint obvious he undercover U know how the track goes a tagged toe means your dead muthafucka Head leakin red, blood runnin in the gutter Brain ripped to shreds and I fed on it for supper A vicoius animal ima cannibal yea u herd it right Off with ur head like the gallows im in the shadows like a perv at night