[Intro: GZA] This is a tale of a town with the population Of approximately two thousand people They small close in their community with crime And murder, we're virtually unheard of With front doors, were always left unlocked A place where mayhem only happens in your wildest dreams Boy...
[GZA] For some, the sun will never come out tomorrow Like those in this heart pounding tale of random horror Of a body count, after trashin' it, they done with it Victims inflicted with passionate punishment Specific offers of horrific torture That left crime scenes, that retired law enforcers This ruthlessness knew no bounds, as he beat him down Shot him while gagged and bound, kept the whole town Shocked, with they doors locked, fire arms cocked Major roads blocked, no one knows when he knocks As a kid he killed three pets of an attorney So his child passion became a life long journey Grew into a world of destruction, abduction Left many body parts flowin' on the Hudson Whether fountain or ditch, after the ride you hitched Screams is high pitched from scars you can't stitch Mutilated and decapitated, white collar chicks Just from his involvement in local politics His outfit stained with the blood of the slain While his backyard full of skeletal remains His goal in life, was preparation for death An autopsy showed affixation, loss of breath Was it his fascination, for strangulation The lynchings in the '20's was his inspiration Unspeakable acts that made front page Motivated by an unexplainable rage
[Interlude: samples] "A suspected killer plaguing this community Has once again eluded police and detectives" "We have no leads, no photos, no suspects" "This nameless, faceless murderer Has killed a couple, execution style, in their own home Smashed a 12-year old Little League ball player skull, with a baseball bat" "We have no leads, no photos, no suspects"
[GZA] The State psychologist, forensic pathologist Warned the detective to search beyond the obvious They ruled out the possibility that the killa be Physically fit with athletic ability Talley and murder, on his agenda There was no word, and it's code for "surrender" So when the headlines had announced the arrest, the repercussion Was his trial became a lightning rod for discussion Compellin' evidence, statements from residents Validated guilt as he maintained his innocence From the hair to the fiber, broke the bondage wire The stains on the carpet consisted with saliva DNA directly linked to the psycho Luminal made it glow, was test to Type 0 For many years, a lot of murders went unsolved A lot of blood resolve as guns still revolve The bullets had names that made the frames shatter Most savage massacre that made the brains scatter Detectives astounded by the scope of the crime Made a hard discovery from one of many signs While questionin' a man he picked up on a scanner He reacted in a loud and agitated matter And once they tried to read him his rights He turned cold as ice
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Copy to Clipboard: [Intro: GZA] This is a tale of a town with the population Of approximately two thousand people They small close in their community with crime And murder, we're virtually unheard of With front doors, were always left unlocked A place where mayhem only happens in your wildest dreams Boy...
[GZA] For some, the sun will never come out tomorrow Like those in this heart pounding tale of random horror Of a body count, after trashin' it, they done with it Victims inflicted with passionate punishment Specific offers of horrific torture That left crime scenes, that retired law enforcers This ruthlessness knew no bounds, as he beat him down Shot him while gagged and bound, kept the whole town Shocked, with they doors locked, fire arms cocked Major roads blocked, no one knows when he knocks As a kid he killed three pets of an attorney So his child passion became a life long journey Grew into a world of destruction, abduction Left many body parts flowin' on the Hudson Whether fountain or ditch, after the ride you hitched Screams is high pitched from scars you can't stitch Mutilated and decapitated, white collar chicks Just from his involvement in local politics His outfit stained with the blood of the slain While his backyard full of skeletal remains His goal in life, was preparation for death An autopsy showed affixation, loss of breath Was it his fascination, for strangulation The lynchings in the '20's was his inspiration Unspeakable acts that made front page Motivated by an unexplainable rage
[Interlude: samples] "A suspected killer plaguing this community Has once again eluded police and detectives" "We have no leads, no photos, no suspects" "This nameless, faceless murderer Has killed a couple, execution style, in their own home Smashed a 12-year old Little League ball player skull, with a baseball bat" "We have no leads, no photos, no suspects"
[GZA] The State psychologist, forensic pathologist Warned the detective to search beyond the obvious They ruled out the possibility that the killa be Physically fit with athletic ability Talley and murder, on his agenda There was no word, and it's code for "surrender" So when the headlines had announced the arrest, the repercussion Was his trial became a lightning rod for discussion Compellin' evidence, statements from residents Validated guilt as he maintained his innocence From the hair to the fiber, broke the bondage wire The stains on the carpet consisted with saliva DNA directly linked to the psycho Luminal made it glow, was test to Type 0 For many years, a lot of murders went unsolved A lot of blood resolve as guns still revolve The bullets had names that made the frames shatter Most savage massacre that made the brains scatter Detectives astounded by the scope of the crime Made a hard discovery from one of many signs While questionin' a man he picked up on a scanner He reacted in a loud and agitated matter And once they tried to read him his rights He turned cold as ice
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