(SERIAL KILLER NARRATIVES)
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“Ed Gein”
Four human noses, whole human bones, and nine mask's of human skin/
Bowls made from human skulls, a pair of lips as a window shade draw string
Human skin covering several chair seats, as well as nine vulvae in a box/
A belt made from female nipples, ten female heads with the tops sawn off
Mary Hogan's head in a paper bag, Bernice Worden's head in a burlap sack/
A lampshade made from human skin, skulls lying on the bed in which I nap
Confessing to forty nocturnal visits, to the graveyard in a 'daze-like' state/
Looking for bodies that resembled my Mother, so I could take 'em home & play
I would tan their skins to make my paraphernalia, and decorate Mother's home/
Living with my Mother until '45, following her demise from a series of strokes
Devastated by her death, as I had lost my only friend and my one true love/
Boarding up the rooms used by my Mother, leaving all three of them untouched
Now living in a small room next to the kitchen, absolutely alone in this world/
Deciding I wanted a sex change, I began making a 'woman-suit' to become a girl
Facing one count of first degree, found mentally unstable the trial was impossible/
But being I was found legally insane, I spent the rest of my life in a mental hospital.
Copyright 2012 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights Reserved)
Bowls made from human skulls, a pair of lips as a window shade draw string
Human skin covering several chair seats, as well as nine vulvae in a box/
A belt made from female nipples, ten female heads with the tops sawn off
Mary Hogan's head in a paper bag, Bernice Worden's head in a burlap sack/
A lampshade made from human skin, skulls lying on the bed in which I nap
Confessing to forty nocturnal visits, to the graveyard in a 'daze-like' state/
Looking for bodies that resembled my Mother, so I could take 'em home & play
I would tan their skins to make my paraphernalia, and decorate Mother's home/
Living with my Mother until '45, following her demise from a series of strokes
Devastated by her death, as I had lost my only friend and my one true love/
Boarding up the rooms used by my Mother, leaving all three of them untouched
Now living in a small room next to the kitchen, absolutely alone in this world/
Deciding I wanted a sex change, I began making a 'woman-suit' to become a girl
Facing one count of first degree, found mentally unstable the trial was impossible/
But being I was found legally insane, I spent the rest of my life in a mental hospital.
Copyright 2012 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights Reserved)
“Albert Fish”
Born Hamilton Howard Fish, though I wish to be called Albert after a dead sibling/
Escaping the nickname 'ham & eggs' given at an orphanage by the other children
My family had a history of mental illness, Sister diagnosed with mental affliction/
Uncle suffering from religious mania, my Mother had aural & visual hallucinations
Saint John's orphanage, Washington, is where I was treated sadistically frequently/
Beginning to enjoy the pain the beatings brought, unmercifully whipped, & beat me
After leaving the orphanage aged 12, with a telegraph boy I began a relationship/
Introduced to drinking urine & eating feces, whilst the public baths I would visit
By the year of 1890 I became a male prostitute, after arriving in New York City/
Where I began raping young boys, & even though I was married I kept committing
These crimes against these boys, even with a wife nine years younger than me/
Who gave me six children, Albert, Anna, Gertrude, John, Eugene and then Henry
Throughout 1898 working as a house painter, though I continued molesting children/
Later recounting an incident in which a lover, took me to the waxwork's museum
Where I was fascinated by the bisection of a penis, & later obsessed with castration/
So at aged 41, I began a relationship, with a mentally retarded man named Kedden
After tying up this lost nineteen year old, I tried to castrate him with scissors/
But the look on his face frightened me, so I upped & left leaving him a $10 bill
In January 1917 my wife left me, for John the handyman who boarded with us/
Leaving me as a single parent, auditory hallucinations causing me to wrap in a rug
Saying that I was following the instructions, instructed to me by John the Apostle/
I began to indulge in self harm, in my groin & abdomen I would self embed needles
As well as hitting myself with a nail studded paddle, for the pain that I desired/
Before dousing wool with lighter fluid, inserting it in my anus & setting it on fire
In 1910 I attacked Thomas Bedden, then nine years later a mentally retarded boy/
Most of my victims were retarded or African, I would torture and mutilate for joy
Using my 'Implements of Hell', which were a bone saw, a butchers knife & a cleaver/
In 1924 I found an eight year old girl, but was chased away and forced to leave her
Suffering from religious psychosis, I felt that god was commanding me to torture/
To castrate and to kill children, so in the year of 1930 I married a New Yorker
Becoming divorced after only one week, I was then arrested in the month of May/
For sending an obscene letter to a woman, advertising in the newspaper for a maid
In 1928 I had seen a classified ad, in the sunday edition of the New York World/
Reading 'A young lad wishes position in country', time for my 'Instruments of Hell'
I then paid a visit to the New York family, under the pretense of hiring the Son/
Though I planned to castrate and murder him, similar to the others I had done
Failing to return like I had promised, I sent them a telegraph setting a later date/
And upon my returning, I changed my intended victim, to a daughter named 'Grace'
Convincing the parents to let her accompany me, to a party intended for my niece/
Accompanied by her younger brother Albert, both were castrated and put to sleep
Then six years later an anonymous letter, was sent to the parents leading to me/
But the son had to read it as the mother, Mrs Budd, was illiterate & couldn't read
This letter reading, "First I stripped her naked, how she did bite, kick and scratch/
So I choked her & cut her in small pieces, cooking in the oven 'her tender little ass'
Taking nine days to eat her entire body, though I could of fucked her had I wished/
Yet your little girl Grace died a virgin, therefore I shall end this letter like this"
The letter was delivered in an envelope, a small emblem with the letters N.Y.P.C.B.A/
New York Private Chaffeur's Benevolent Association, the land lady linking my name
The investigator of the case waiting for me, I appeared brandishing a razor blade/
Quickly disarmed and taken to police headquarters, where I did not deny the case
Saying I meant to go to the house to kill the brother, the girl wasn't to get raped/
Though I had involuntary ejaculations, kneeling on her chest taking her life away
The trial for the murder of Grace Budd began in New York, March the 11th, '35/
Though two post capture discoveries were discovered, one where a little boy died
The defence chief witness said "I thought sacrificing boys was penance for my sins/
So even if the act was wrong, angels would prevent it if god didn't approve of him"
Yet the juror's found me sane and guilty, so the judge ordered my death sentence/
In the electric chair I was exocuted, in the Sing Sing prison without any repentance
Taking two jolts before I had died, the apparatus short circuiting on the chair/
Helping the executor position the electrodes, saying "I don't even know why I'm here?"
Copyright 2012 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
Escaping the nickname 'ham & eggs' given at an orphanage by the other children
My family had a history of mental illness, Sister diagnosed with mental affliction/
Uncle suffering from religious mania, my Mother had aural & visual hallucinations
Saint John's orphanage, Washington, is where I was treated sadistically frequently/
Beginning to enjoy the pain the beatings brought, unmercifully whipped, & beat me
After leaving the orphanage aged 12, with a telegraph boy I began a relationship/
Introduced to drinking urine & eating feces, whilst the public baths I would visit
By the year of 1890 I became a male prostitute, after arriving in New York City/
Where I began raping young boys, & even though I was married I kept committing
These crimes against these boys, even with a wife nine years younger than me/
Who gave me six children, Albert, Anna, Gertrude, John, Eugene and then Henry
Throughout 1898 working as a house painter, though I continued molesting children/
Later recounting an incident in which a lover, took me to the waxwork's museum
Where I was fascinated by the bisection of a penis, & later obsessed with castration/
So at aged 41, I began a relationship, with a mentally retarded man named Kedden
After tying up this lost nineteen year old, I tried to castrate him with scissors/
But the look on his face frightened me, so I upped & left leaving him a $10 bill
In January 1917 my wife left me, for John the handyman who boarded with us/
Leaving me as a single parent, auditory hallucinations causing me to wrap in a rug
Saying that I was following the instructions, instructed to me by John the Apostle/
I began to indulge in self harm, in my groin & abdomen I would self embed needles
As well as hitting myself with a nail studded paddle, for the pain that I desired/
Before dousing wool with lighter fluid, inserting it in my anus & setting it on fire
In 1910 I attacked Thomas Bedden, then nine years later a mentally retarded boy/
Most of my victims were retarded or African, I would torture and mutilate for joy
Using my 'Implements of Hell', which were a bone saw, a butchers knife & a cleaver/
In 1924 I found an eight year old girl, but was chased away and forced to leave her
Suffering from religious psychosis, I felt that god was commanding me to torture/
To castrate and to kill children, so in the year of 1930 I married a New Yorker
Becoming divorced after only one week, I was then arrested in the month of May/
For sending an obscene letter to a woman, advertising in the newspaper for a maid
In 1928 I had seen a classified ad, in the sunday edition of the New York World/
Reading 'A young lad wishes position in country', time for my 'Instruments of Hell'
I then paid a visit to the New York family, under the pretense of hiring the Son/
Though I planned to castrate and murder him, similar to the others I had done
Failing to return like I had promised, I sent them a telegraph setting a later date/
And upon my returning, I changed my intended victim, to a daughter named 'Grace'
Convincing the parents to let her accompany me, to a party intended for my niece/
Accompanied by her younger brother Albert, both were castrated and put to sleep
Then six years later an anonymous letter, was sent to the parents leading to me/
But the son had to read it as the mother, Mrs Budd, was illiterate & couldn't read
This letter reading, "First I stripped her naked, how she did bite, kick and scratch/
So I choked her & cut her in small pieces, cooking in the oven 'her tender little ass'
Taking nine days to eat her entire body, though I could of fucked her had I wished/
Yet your little girl Grace died a virgin, therefore I shall end this letter like this"
The letter was delivered in an envelope, a small emblem with the letters N.Y.P.C.B.A/
New York Private Chaffeur's Benevolent Association, the land lady linking my name
The investigator of the case waiting for me, I appeared brandishing a razor blade/
Quickly disarmed and taken to police headquarters, where I did not deny the case
Saying I meant to go to the house to kill the brother, the girl wasn't to get raped/
Though I had involuntary ejaculations, kneeling on her chest taking her life away
The trial for the murder of Grace Budd began in New York, March the 11th, '35/
Though two post capture discoveries were discovered, one where a little boy died
The defence chief witness said "I thought sacrificing boys was penance for my sins/
So even if the act was wrong, angels would prevent it if god didn't approve of him"
Yet the juror's found me sane and guilty, so the judge ordered my death sentence/
In the electric chair I was exocuted, in the Sing Sing prison without any repentance
Taking two jolts before I had died, the apparatus short circuiting on the chair/
Helping the executor position the electrodes, saying "I don't even know why I'm here?"
Copyright 2012 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
“Camden Ripper”
Married with three Son's and a Daughter, my Wife divorced me in '86/
Accusing me of domestic violence, saying I tried to drown her the crazy bitch
After divorcing I spent time in mental hospitals, diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder/
Living in various hostels in London, often arrested for being drunk & disorderly
I was then arrested in 1998, when a prostitute claimed that I tried to rape her/
But due to lack of evidence charges were dropped, no sentence or news in a paper
Then in 2002 the police were called, for vandalism to my neighbour's front door/
So when the investigating police entered my flat, they found keys to a locked door
But despite my claims of not having a key, the police in my flat found that I did/
And when they entered they found a naked body, with cuts and bruises to the head
She was identified as Sally White, thirty-eight, a local prostitute living in London/
But the tests proved she died of a heart attack, not murdered in my dungeon
Then a homeless man hunting in bins for food, found the dismembered remains/
Of two women stuffed in bin liners, Bridgette and Elizabeth were their names
The investigation lead to me, so I went on the run but was spotted by a policeman/
When I made a mistake & went to the hospital, to pick up my insulin prescription
Another search of my flat found the evidence, as well as bloodstains up the walls/
Indicating the two women were dismembered here, now this was my rise and fall.
Copyright 2012 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
Accusing me of domestic violence, saying I tried to drown her the crazy bitch
After divorcing I spent time in mental hospitals, diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder/
Living in various hostels in London, often arrested for being drunk & disorderly
I was then arrested in 1998, when a prostitute claimed that I tried to rape her/
But due to lack of evidence charges were dropped, no sentence or news in a paper
Then in 2002 the police were called, for vandalism to my neighbour's front door/
So when the investigating police entered my flat, they found keys to a locked door
But despite my claims of not having a key, the police in my flat found that I did/
And when they entered they found a naked body, with cuts and bruises to the head
She was identified as Sally White, thirty-eight, a local prostitute living in London/
But the tests proved she died of a heart attack, not murdered in my dungeon
Then a homeless man hunting in bins for food, found the dismembered remains/
Of two women stuffed in bin liners, Bridgette and Elizabeth were their names
The investigation lead to me, so I went on the run but was spotted by a policeman/
When I made a mistake & went to the hospital, to pick up my insulin prescription
Another search of my flat found the evidence, as well as bloodstains up the walls/
Indicating the two women were dismembered here, now this was my rise and fall.
Copyright 2012 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
“Mary Bell”
My Mother was an absent prostitute, often travelling to Glasgow to get laid/
It is not known who my biological Father is, though believed a criminal by trade
Accounts from several family members, suggest my Mother tried to end my life/
During the first few years of my life, before being sexually abused by random guys
So a day before my 11th birthday, I murdered a four year old in a derelict house/
Then again with my friend in '68, together we strangled 3 year old Brian Howe
On waste land in the same area, before returning to carve his stomach with an 'N'/
Using only just a razor, before using that same razor to turn the 'N' into an 'M'
I also used a pair of scissors to mutilate his penis, & cut off some of his hair/
though the precise details of what really happened, have never been entirely clear
An open verdict had been recorded, because there was no evidence of foul-play/
Being that I was too young to leave any marks, when I strangled him that day
Eventually his death was linked with Howe's killing, so in the month of August '68/
Both of us were charged with two counts of manslaughter, for the two that we slayed
In 1980 aged twenty-three, I was released from prison having served twelve years/
With no signs of any remorse, being nobody ever cared to stop this little girls tears.
Copyright 2012 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
It is not known who my biological Father is, though believed a criminal by trade
Accounts from several family members, suggest my Mother tried to end my life/
During the first few years of my life, before being sexually abused by random guys
So a day before my 11th birthday, I murdered a four year old in a derelict house/
Then again with my friend in '68, together we strangled 3 year old Brian Howe
On waste land in the same area, before returning to carve his stomach with an 'N'/
Using only just a razor, before using that same razor to turn the 'N' into an 'M'
I also used a pair of scissors to mutilate his penis, & cut off some of his hair/
though the precise details of what really happened, have never been entirely clear
An open verdict had been recorded, because there was no evidence of foul-play/
Being that I was too young to leave any marks, when I strangled him that day
Eventually his death was linked with Howe's killing, so in the month of August '68/
Both of us were charged with two counts of manslaughter, for the two that we slayed
In 1980 aged twenty-three, I was released from prison having served twelve years/
With no signs of any remorse, being nobody ever cared to stop this little girls tears.
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“Robert Beckowitz”
After watching the Benny Hill show, on TV with friends/
I was subsequently stabbed 84 times, and shot in the head
With one of my dozen guns, by my very own best friend/
My body was then mutilated, and used for drug induced sex
By my 21 year old girlfriend, who claimed that she was forced/
As photos were taken of the grotesque poses, chosen for my corpse
Three and a half days into the orgy, she then contacted the police/
My body found in the garbage bag, cut into fourteen different pieces
At the time of the incident, my girlfriend was on parole for bank robbery/
My best friend charged with second degree murder, and mutilation of a body
At first pleading not guilty, due to mental incompetency, but still stood trial/
Before being sentenced to 30-50 years, for a frenzy of murder, most vile
My girlfriend was then sentenced, to what will be a maximum of ten years/
When the 12 pics that have surfaced, clearly show a genuine smile & not tears
Why they did this to me, I'll never know, though all the photos took the piss/
What kind of sick b*tch cuts a mans head off, & makes him suck his own d*ck.
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I was subsequently stabbed 84 times, and shot in the head
With one of my dozen guns, by my very own best friend/
My body was then mutilated, and used for drug induced sex
By my 21 year old girlfriend, who claimed that she was forced/
As photos were taken of the grotesque poses, chosen for my corpse
Three and a half days into the orgy, she then contacted the police/
My body found in the garbage bag, cut into fourteen different pieces
At the time of the incident, my girlfriend was on parole for bank robbery/
My best friend charged with second degree murder, and mutilation of a body
At first pleading not guilty, due to mental incompetency, but still stood trial/
Before being sentenced to 30-50 years, for a frenzy of murder, most vile
My girlfriend was then sentenced, to what will be a maximum of ten years/
When the 12 pics that have surfaced, clearly show a genuine smile & not tears
Why they did this to me, I'll never know, though all the photos took the piss/
What kind of sick b*tch cuts a mans head off, & makes him suck his own d*ck.
Copyright 2013 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
“Dennis Nilsen”
My father was an alcoholic, my parents divorced when I was four/
When grandfather died, my mother forced me to see what I saw
Which was the body before burial, father moved to Norway & died/
I was now the beneficiary of the estate, and in charge of my life
Leaving school I joined the army, enlisting in the army catering corps/
Earning a general service medal, for the 11 years that I was taught
In '72 I joined the Metropolitan police, I was posted to Willesden in '73/
Serving 8 months as a policeman, resigning to a JC in Denmark street
Where I worked as a civil servant, active in the trade union movement/
Often joining others picket lines, showing solidarity, demanding improvement
Between 1978 & '83 it is believed I killed, 15 homeless boys and men/
Luring them to my home for food and water, strangling or drowning them
Using the butchering skills I gained as a cook, I disposed of all the bodies/
Often kept at home for several months, for my sexual acts and hobbies
Burning the remains of the bodies on bonfires, the entrails over the fence/
To be eaten by the local wildlife, being that I couldn't claim self defence
In '81 I moved several miles eastwards, to an attic flat in Muswell Hill /
But being that I hadn't a garden, it was harder to dispose of those I killed
Neighbours started to notice the smell, of 3 people murdered at my address/
So I tried to dispose of the bodies, by boiling the parts to remove the flesh
The rest was either in cupboards and chests, or chopped up and then flushed/
Down the toilet in small pieces, which eventually blocked all the drains up
My murders were first discovered, by a company attending a blocked drain/
Yet no assessment was made until the next day, so most was cleaned away
Upon closer inspection, small bones & chicken flesh, was found in a pipe/
Immediately calling the police, 'They were human', the pathologist advised
Three officers waiting outside the building, when I returned home from work/
Explaining about the drains, 'Good grief, how awful' I said, with a smirk
'Dont mess me about, where's the body?', one of the officers then replied/
Responding calmly, 'In the wardrobe, two plastic bags', now arrested was I
I was eventually brought to trial at the Old Bailey, 24th of October in '83/
I tried to claim diminished responsibility, but to be honest I failed miserably
I was convicted of six murders & two attempted, and then sentenced to life/
Later imposing a whole life tariff, so from 2006 all parole app's were denied.
Copyright 2012 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
When grandfather died, my mother forced me to see what I saw
Which was the body before burial, father moved to Norway & died/
I was now the beneficiary of the estate, and in charge of my life
Leaving school I joined the army, enlisting in the army catering corps/
Earning a general service medal, for the 11 years that I was taught
In '72 I joined the Metropolitan police, I was posted to Willesden in '73/
Serving 8 months as a policeman, resigning to a JC in Denmark street
Where I worked as a civil servant, active in the trade union movement/
Often joining others picket lines, showing solidarity, demanding improvement
Between 1978 & '83 it is believed I killed, 15 homeless boys and men/
Luring them to my home for food and water, strangling or drowning them
Using the butchering skills I gained as a cook, I disposed of all the bodies/
Often kept at home for several months, for my sexual acts and hobbies
Burning the remains of the bodies on bonfires, the entrails over the fence/
To be eaten by the local wildlife, being that I couldn't claim self defence
In '81 I moved several miles eastwards, to an attic flat in Muswell Hill /
But being that I hadn't a garden, it was harder to dispose of those I killed
Neighbours started to notice the smell, of 3 people murdered at my address/
So I tried to dispose of the bodies, by boiling the parts to remove the flesh
The rest was either in cupboards and chests, or chopped up and then flushed/
Down the toilet in small pieces, which eventually blocked all the drains up
My murders were first discovered, by a company attending a blocked drain/
Yet no assessment was made until the next day, so most was cleaned away
Upon closer inspection, small bones & chicken flesh, was found in a pipe/
Immediately calling the police, 'They were human', the pathologist advised
Three officers waiting outside the building, when I returned home from work/
Explaining about the drains, 'Good grief, how awful' I said, with a smirk
'Dont mess me about, where's the body?', one of the officers then replied/
Responding calmly, 'In the wardrobe, two plastic bags', now arrested was I
I was eventually brought to trial at the Old Bailey, 24th of October in '83/
I tried to claim diminished responsibility, but to be honest I failed miserably
I was convicted of six murders & two attempted, and then sentenced to life/
Later imposing a whole life tariff, so from 2006 all parole app's were denied.
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“Richard Trenton Chase”
A victim of constant abuse, at the hands of my own Mother/
In my teens I became an alcoholic, and a chronic drug abuser
Suffering erectile dysfunction, stemming from repressed anger/
Yet as I matured I was diagnosed, with severe hyprochondria
I would hold oranges to my head, believing that the vitamin C/
Would be absorbed by my brain, by diffusion the same as LSD
Believing Mother was trying to poison me, I left Mothers house/
Renting an apartment with my friends, but we all soon fell out
I would walk around the house naked drunk, high on LSD & weed/
Roommates demanding I move out, I didn't, they moved & left me
Now all alone in the apartment, I then began to capture and kill/
Various animals that I would devour, mixed with Coca cola chilled
Involuntary placed in an institution, after I injected rabbits blood/
Blood smeared around my mouth, from the birds that I had sucked
Diagnosed as Schizophrenic, I was treated with psychotropic drugs/
Now deemed no longer a danger, I was released into the care of Mum
Mother weaned me of the medictaion, renting a place for me to stay/
Only to be found with a bucket of blood, no charges were filed that day
My first victim was shot in a drive-by, an enginner & a Father of two/
A while later chased by a couple, for deficating on their clothes & shoes
My next victim was three months pregnant, I suprised her in her home/
Shooting her three times in the head, and leaving her as cold as a stone
Entering the home of a thirty eight year old, I shot her friend with a .22/
Fatally shooting the woman, her Son, & the twenty two month old Nephew
Before engaging in necrophilia & cannibalism, with the home owners corpse/
I was disturbed by a child knocking, who alerted a neighbour then the force
Upon entering the home police found, both finger & shoe prints in the blood/
Now on trial for six counts of murder, my little game was now officially up
Locked up in prison with a life sentence, found lying awkwardly on the sheets/
I had committed an overdose on prison prescriptions, I'd saved for many a week.
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In my teens I became an alcoholic, and a chronic drug abuser
Suffering erectile dysfunction, stemming from repressed anger/
Yet as I matured I was diagnosed, with severe hyprochondria
I would hold oranges to my head, believing that the vitamin C/
Would be absorbed by my brain, by diffusion the same as LSD
Believing Mother was trying to poison me, I left Mothers house/
Renting an apartment with my friends, but we all soon fell out
I would walk around the house naked drunk, high on LSD & weed/
Roommates demanding I move out, I didn't, they moved & left me
Now all alone in the apartment, I then began to capture and kill/
Various animals that I would devour, mixed with Coca cola chilled
Involuntary placed in an institution, after I injected rabbits blood/
Blood smeared around my mouth, from the birds that I had sucked
Diagnosed as Schizophrenic, I was treated with psychotropic drugs/
Now deemed no longer a danger, I was released into the care of Mum
Mother weaned me of the medictaion, renting a place for me to stay/
Only to be found with a bucket of blood, no charges were filed that day
My first victim was shot in a drive-by, an enginner & a Father of two/
A while later chased by a couple, for deficating on their clothes & shoes
My next victim was three months pregnant, I suprised her in her home/
Shooting her three times in the head, and leaving her as cold as a stone
Entering the home of a thirty eight year old, I shot her friend with a .22/
Fatally shooting the woman, her Son, & the twenty two month old Nephew
Before engaging in necrophilia & cannibalism, with the home owners corpse/
I was disturbed by a child knocking, who alerted a neighbour then the force
Upon entering the home police found, both finger & shoe prints in the blood/
Now on trial for six counts of murder, my little game was now officially up
Locked up in prison with a life sentence, found lying awkwardly on the sheets/
I had committed an overdose on prison prescriptions, I'd saved for many a week.
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“Ted Bundy”
Born Theodore Robert Cowell, twenty-fourth of November of '46/
Regarded as handsome & charismatic, by all females I was with
Often approaching them in public places, faking an injury or disability/
Before assaulting them in a location, where I got giggty, giggty, giggty
I sometimes revisited the secondary crime scene, often hours at a time/
Grooming & performing sexual acts, on the corpses mostly every night
I decapitated all twelve victims, and I kept some of the severed heads/
Occasionally breaking into dwellings, bludgeoning victims as they slept
Incarcerated in '75, for aggravated kidnapping and attempted assault/
Facing charges in Colorado, I escaped and commited additional assaults
Including no less than three murders, before I was recaptured in Florida/
And received three different death sentences, in two different trials
Dying in the electric chair in Florida, January twenty-fourth, '89/
A sadistic sociopath taking pleasure, in other peoples pain, body & mind
I once called myself "The most cold hearted Son of a bitch, you'll ever meet/
The very definition of heartless evil, the name's Ted, would you like to eat?
Copyright 2012 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
Regarded as handsome & charismatic, by all females I was with
Often approaching them in public places, faking an injury or disability/
Before assaulting them in a location, where I got giggty, giggty, giggty
I sometimes revisited the secondary crime scene, often hours at a time/
Grooming & performing sexual acts, on the corpses mostly every night
I decapitated all twelve victims, and I kept some of the severed heads/
Occasionally breaking into dwellings, bludgeoning victims as they slept
Incarcerated in '75, for aggravated kidnapping and attempted assault/
Facing charges in Colorado, I escaped and commited additional assaults
Including no less than three murders, before I was recaptured in Florida/
And received three different death sentences, in two different trials
Dying in the electric chair in Florida, January twenty-fourth, '89/
A sadistic sociopath taking pleasure, in other peoples pain, body & mind
I once called myself "The most cold hearted Son of a bitch, you'll ever meet/
The very definition of heartless evil, the name's Ted, would you like to eat?
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“Jeffrey Dahmer”
Showing little interest in social interactions, preferring to be alone/
Biking around the streets, looking dead animals to dissect at home
In one incident I remember, I placed a dead dog's head on to a stake/
I began drinking in my early teens, a full blown alcoholic by graduation
After dropping out of University, my Father forced me to enlist in the army/
Doing well at first, but due to my alcoholism, two years later I was discharged
Telling police I couldn't go home to my father, I headed to Miami beach, Florida/
Continuing to drink heavily, I was then arrested for being drunk and disorderly
In '82 I moved in with my grandma, the place I would live for the next 6 years/
My behaviour growing increasingly strange, grandma noticing that I was weird
After finding a male mannequin inside my closet, she then told me to get rid/
Twice arrested for indecent exposure, the second masturbating in front of 2 kid's
So in the summer of '88, my grandmother asked me to leave her apartment/
Due to my late nights, strange behaviour, and the foul smell from the basement
After just one day in my apartment, I was arrested for sexually fondling a boy/
Sentenced to five years probation, and a year in work camp that I didn't enjoy
I committed my first murder in 1978, a hitchhiker known as Stephen Hicks/
Offering him beer in exchange for sex, but he tried to leave so I killed him
Burying the body in the backyard, nine years passed before I then killed again/
Picking up Steven Tuomi at a bar, acting on impulse, I decided I had to kill again
Committing two more murders in '88, then I committed another in early '89/
Picking up my victims in gay bars, so that I could have sex then end their lives
Leaving grandma's for the last time, moving to a place that would become infamous/
Picking up the pace of the killings, by the end of 1990 was another four murders
I then committed another two in February and April of '91, then another two in May/
Leading to the early hours of May 27th, a young boy was found drugged & dazed
Chasing my victim down the street trying, trying to stop him, two women stopped him/
Worried they called 911, I explained we had an argument & he was my boyfriend
Against the protests of the women, saying he was a child and couldn't speak English/
As well as a strange smell from my apartment, but the officers didn't investigate this
Later that night I killed and dismembered the kid, keeping his skull as a souvenir/
By the summer of '91, I was killing one person a week, the law I didn't fear
Killing Matt Turner on June the 30th, and another three male victims in July/
Turning my victims into zombies, injecting hydrochloric acid whilst still alive
Now attempting to lure another man into my home, to meet his grisly fate/
punched in the face, kicked in the stomach, running to the door he escaped
And proceeded to run through the streets, with handcuffs attached to one hand/
Waving for help from a passing police car, before leading police to where I stand
Even though I acted friendly at first, the officers still felt the need to have a check/
And once inside they found the photos of the bodies, which then lead to my arrest
Whilst one officer subdued me, the other searched the fridge and he found a head/
As well as several severed hands and penises, in the bedroom in which I slept
I was indicted on seventeen murder charges, my trail began in January of '92/
Found sane and guilty of fifteen murders, 957 years is the time I'd have to do
I was then attacked twice in prison, the first escaping with superficial wounds/
Next I was attacked with a broom handle, two days later I died from the wounds.
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Biking around the streets, looking dead animals to dissect at home
In one incident I remember, I placed a dead dog's head on to a stake/
I began drinking in my early teens, a full blown alcoholic by graduation
After dropping out of University, my Father forced me to enlist in the army/
Doing well at first, but due to my alcoholism, two years later I was discharged
Telling police I couldn't go home to my father, I headed to Miami beach, Florida/
Continuing to drink heavily, I was then arrested for being drunk and disorderly
In '82 I moved in with my grandma, the place I would live for the next 6 years/
My behaviour growing increasingly strange, grandma noticing that I was weird
After finding a male mannequin inside my closet, she then told me to get rid/
Twice arrested for indecent exposure, the second masturbating in front of 2 kid's
So in the summer of '88, my grandmother asked me to leave her apartment/
Due to my late nights, strange behaviour, and the foul smell from the basement
After just one day in my apartment, I was arrested for sexually fondling a boy/
Sentenced to five years probation, and a year in work camp that I didn't enjoy
I committed my first murder in 1978, a hitchhiker known as Stephen Hicks/
Offering him beer in exchange for sex, but he tried to leave so I killed him
Burying the body in the backyard, nine years passed before I then killed again/
Picking up Steven Tuomi at a bar, acting on impulse, I decided I had to kill again
Committing two more murders in '88, then I committed another in early '89/
Picking up my victims in gay bars, so that I could have sex then end their lives
Leaving grandma's for the last time, moving to a place that would become infamous/
Picking up the pace of the killings, by the end of 1990 was another four murders
I then committed another two in February and April of '91, then another two in May/
Leading to the early hours of May 27th, a young boy was found drugged & dazed
Chasing my victim down the street trying, trying to stop him, two women stopped him/
Worried they called 911, I explained we had an argument & he was my boyfriend
Against the protests of the women, saying he was a child and couldn't speak English/
As well as a strange smell from my apartment, but the officers didn't investigate this
Later that night I killed and dismembered the kid, keeping his skull as a souvenir/
By the summer of '91, I was killing one person a week, the law I didn't fear
Killing Matt Turner on June the 30th, and another three male victims in July/
Turning my victims into zombies, injecting hydrochloric acid whilst still alive
Now attempting to lure another man into my home, to meet his grisly fate/
punched in the face, kicked in the stomach, running to the door he escaped
And proceeded to run through the streets, with handcuffs attached to one hand/
Waving for help from a passing police car, before leading police to where I stand
Even though I acted friendly at first, the officers still felt the need to have a check/
And once inside they found the photos of the bodies, which then lead to my arrest
Whilst one officer subdued me, the other searched the fridge and he found a head/
As well as several severed hands and penises, in the bedroom in which I slept
I was indicted on seventeen murder charges, my trail began in January of '92/
Found sane and guilty of fifteen murders, 957 years is the time I'd have to do
I was then attacked twice in prison, the first escaping with superficial wounds/
Next I was attacked with a broom handle, two days later I died from the wounds.
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“Son Of Sam”
Giving an odd reason for killing, I claimed to keep the Demons quiet/
I had to start doing what they wanted, like killing women at night
Whenever the dogs howled, I believed the Demons were asking I kill
So I did, I shot the neighbour's dog, believing it was possessed & ill
Now believing my neighbour was possessed, by perhaps Satan himself/
I had to quench the Demons thirst for blood, so every night I would kill
Writing letters to police & media, taunting them about my murder spree/
I've carried a lot of guilt from young, my Mother died giving birth to me
When my step Mother died of Cancer, my Father remarried and left/
Only to find my Mother was alive, as well as a Sister I'd never met
There was this one little reunion, but by then it was all too late/
Prefering isolation and delusions, rather than love, I'd choose hate
Receiving a 365 year prison sentence, I tried to convince the FBI/
I invented the Son Of Sam stories, thinking I was out of my mind
I hated my Mother for leaving, also partly my failure with women/
And feeling sexually aroused killing women, is why I killed six of them.
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I had to start doing what they wanted, like killing women at night
Whenever the dogs howled, I believed the Demons were asking I kill
So I did, I shot the neighbour's dog, believing it was possessed & ill
Now believing my neighbour was possessed, by perhaps Satan himself/
I had to quench the Demons thirst for blood, so every night I would kill
Writing letters to police & media, taunting them about my murder spree/
I've carried a lot of guilt from young, my Mother died giving birth to me
When my step Mother died of Cancer, my Father remarried and left/
Only to find my Mother was alive, as well as a Sister I'd never met
There was this one little reunion, but by then it was all too late/
Prefering isolation and delusions, rather than love, I'd choose hate
Receiving a 365 year prison sentence, I tried to convince the FBI/
I invented the Son Of Sam stories, thinking I was out of my mind
I hated my Mother for leaving, also partly my failure with women/
And feeling sexually aroused killing women, is why I killed six of them.
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“Acid Bath Murderer”
I grew up in a little village in West Yorkshire, my name is John George Haigh/
As a child I was confined to the garden, a huge fence keeping the world away
Both my mother & father were religious, members of the Plymouth Brethren/
Suffering religious nightmares when I was young, the same dreams reoccuring
Developing proficiency in the piano, I won a scholarship to a grammar school/
Before winning a second scholarship, I then became a choirboy at the Cathedral
I married 23 year old Beatrice Hamer in '34, but our marriage soon fell apart/
Now jailed for fraud, she gave birth, she adopted the child and broke my heart
I was now ostracised by my family, so I then moved to London town in '36/
A chauffeur to an amusement parlour owner, maintaining with my mechanical gifts
Following this I became a bogus solicitor, receiving a 4 year sentence for fraud/
Only to continue living as a fraudster, sentenced to several years bed & board
Freed in '43 I became an accountant, meeting my former employee in a pub/
Luring him into a basement, hit on the head, I placed him in a 40 gallon drum
Tipping concentrated sulphuric acid on the body, two days later he was sludge
So I poured him down the manhole, before telling his parents, that their son/
Had fled to Scotland in order to avoid, being called up for the military service/
Soon both parents had become curious, I lured them both & both were murdered
I then stole the pension cheques, & sold all the properties owned by my ex boss/
But now a gambler and running short, I had to find some more to kill and rob
Meeting a doctor and his wife selling their house, I pretended to show interest/
I then lured the doctor to my little workshop, before shooting him in the head
I lead the doctor's wife to the same place, claiming her husband had fallen ill/
Before issuing her with the same fate, once again the acid drums were filled
My next victim was a wealthy widow, and also a fellow resident where I lived/
I invited her to my workshop, where she took a couple gunshots to the head
Stripping her of all her valuables, I placed her deceased body in the acid bath/
Two days later she was reported missing...this is where my downfall starts
Detectives found my record for fraud, now searching my workshop for any clues/
Finding a case of mine with a receipt inside, as well as papers for the other two
Further investigations of the sludge, revealed human gallstones and a denture/
'What are the chances of being released from Broadmoor?', I asked an inspector
I then confessed to all the murders I had committed, and also another three/
Held in custody in cell 2, before being lead to the courthouse to claim insanity
Taking the jury only minutes to find me guilty, I was then sentenced to death/
Requesting a trial run of my hanging, Lead to the gallows...I was now dead.
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As a child I was confined to the garden, a huge fence keeping the world away
Both my mother & father were religious, members of the Plymouth Brethren/
Suffering religious nightmares when I was young, the same dreams reoccuring
Developing proficiency in the piano, I won a scholarship to a grammar school/
Before winning a second scholarship, I then became a choirboy at the Cathedral
I married 23 year old Beatrice Hamer in '34, but our marriage soon fell apart/
Now jailed for fraud, she gave birth, she adopted the child and broke my heart
I was now ostracised by my family, so I then moved to London town in '36/
A chauffeur to an amusement parlour owner, maintaining with my mechanical gifts
Following this I became a bogus solicitor, receiving a 4 year sentence for fraud/
Only to continue living as a fraudster, sentenced to several years bed & board
Freed in '43 I became an accountant, meeting my former employee in a pub/
Luring him into a basement, hit on the head, I placed him in a 40 gallon drum
Tipping concentrated sulphuric acid on the body, two days later he was sludge
So I poured him down the manhole, before telling his parents, that their son/
Had fled to Scotland in order to avoid, being called up for the military service/
Soon both parents had become curious, I lured them both & both were murdered
I then stole the pension cheques, & sold all the properties owned by my ex boss/
But now a gambler and running short, I had to find some more to kill and rob
Meeting a doctor and his wife selling their house, I pretended to show interest/
I then lured the doctor to my little workshop, before shooting him in the head
I lead the doctor's wife to the same place, claiming her husband had fallen ill/
Before issuing her with the same fate, once again the acid drums were filled
My next victim was a wealthy widow, and also a fellow resident where I lived/
I invited her to my workshop, where she took a couple gunshots to the head
Stripping her of all her valuables, I placed her deceased body in the acid bath/
Two days later she was reported missing...this is where my downfall starts
Detectives found my record for fraud, now searching my workshop for any clues/
Finding a case of mine with a receipt inside, as well as papers for the other two
Further investigations of the sludge, revealed human gallstones and a denture/
'What are the chances of being released from Broadmoor?', I asked an inspector
I then confessed to all the murders I had committed, and also another three/
Held in custody in cell 2, before being lead to the courthouse to claim insanity
Taking the jury only minutes to find me guilty, I was then sentenced to death/
Requesting a trial run of my hanging, Lead to the gallows...I was now dead.
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“The Axeman Of New Orleans”
They have never caught me, and they never ever will/
I am not a human being, but a Demon from the hottest Hell
I am what you Orleanian's and foolish police, call the Axeman/
When I see fit, I shall come and I shall claim other victims
It is I alone who know's, whom my next victims shall be/
I shall leave no clue but my axe, & who I kill to keep me company
If you wish you may tell the police, but be careful not to rile me/
I take no offence in past investigations, as the stupid amuse me
By blaming his Satanic Majesty, this is why I tell you to beware/
Let them try not to discover what I am, my wrath is best feared
Orleanian's think of me as a murderer, I could be worse if I wished/
& pay a visit to your city every night, slaying men, women and kid's
For I am in close relationship, with what is the Angel Of Death/
In my infinite mercy, I'm going to make a proposition...here it is
I am very fond of jazz music, I swear on all Devil's of the nether regions/
That people shall be spared who's home is a jazz band, at the time mentioned
If everyone has a jazz band going, then so much better for all you people/
But if no jazz plays on Tuesday, it is certain my axe will cause much upheavel
Craving warmth from my native Tartarus, it's time to leave your Earthly home/
Leaving you with eleven victims, the majority which I murdered in their homes.
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I am not a human being, but a Demon from the hottest Hell
I am what you Orleanian's and foolish police, call the Axeman/
When I see fit, I shall come and I shall claim other victims
It is I alone who know's, whom my next victims shall be/
I shall leave no clue but my axe, & who I kill to keep me company
If you wish you may tell the police, but be careful not to rile me/
I take no offence in past investigations, as the stupid amuse me
By blaming his Satanic Majesty, this is why I tell you to beware/
Let them try not to discover what I am, my wrath is best feared
Orleanian's think of me as a murderer, I could be worse if I wished/
& pay a visit to your city every night, slaying men, women and kid's
For I am in close relationship, with what is the Angel Of Death/
In my infinite mercy, I'm going to make a proposition...here it is
I am very fond of jazz music, I swear on all Devil's of the nether regions/
That people shall be spared who's home is a jazz band, at the time mentioned
If everyone has a jazz band going, then so much better for all you people/
But if no jazz plays on Tuesday, it is certain my axe will cause much upheavel
Craving warmth from my native Tartarus, it's time to leave your Earthly home/
Leaving you with eleven victims, the majority which I murdered in their homes.
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“Stockwell Strangler”
Born July 1963, to an English Mother and Antiguan Father/
Abandoned by both my parents, I attended various special schools
My criminal career began with burglaries, & using the proceeds of crime/
I opened a total of ten bank accounts, to store my currency out of sight
During the year of '86, I murdered no less than seven of the elderly/
Breaking into their homes, strangling & sexually assaulting the bodies
My first victim was Eileen from Wandsworth, dying on April the ninth/
Postmortem results revealing, rape & strangulation had taken her life
My second victim was Janet Cockett, who died on the ninth of June/
After being strangled in her flat in Wandsworth, with no clues as to who
On the date June the 28th, I claimed both my third and fourth victims/
In a residential home in Stockwell, both pensioners and WW2 veterans
The next was William Carmen from Islington, who became my fifth victim/
same with William Downes becoming my sixth victim, in a Stockwell bedsit
My final victim was Mrs Florence Tisdall, a widow who was eighty-three/
And in a social security office in '86, is where the law apprehended me.
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Abandoned by both my parents, I attended various special schools
My criminal career began with burglaries, & using the proceeds of crime/
I opened a total of ten bank accounts, to store my currency out of sight
During the year of '86, I murdered no less than seven of the elderly/
Breaking into their homes, strangling & sexually assaulting the bodies
My first victim was Eileen from Wandsworth, dying on April the ninth/
Postmortem results revealing, rape & strangulation had taken her life
My second victim was Janet Cockett, who died on the ninth of June/
After being strangled in her flat in Wandsworth, with no clues as to who
On the date June the 28th, I claimed both my third and fourth victims/
In a residential home in Stockwell, both pensioners and WW2 veterans
The next was William Carmen from Islington, who became my fifth victim/
same with William Downes becoming my sixth victim, in a Stockwell bedsit
My final victim was Mrs Florence Tisdall, a widow who was eighty-three/
And in a social security office in '86, is where the law apprehended me.
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“Dr Harold Shipman”
Born Harold Frederick Shipman, to a housewife and a lorry driver/
I was particularly close to my mother, before she died of lung cancer
I went on to receive a scholarship, graduating from the school in Leeds/
Starting work in an infirmary, before taking my first position as a GP
Then a year later I was caught, forging prescriptions for my own use/
I was fined £600 and briefly sent, to a York clinic for my drug misuse
Temporarily working as a medical officer, then once again I was a GP/
Working throughout Hyde in the 80's, and given my own surgery in '93
Now a respected member of the community, interviewed by Granada TV/
Where I gave advice on how the ill, should be treated in the community
Five years later concerns were raised, as my patient death rate was high/
As although Kathleen Grundy died at home, I was the last to see her alive
Her daughter had become concerned, when hearing a will had been made/
Excluding both her and her children, yet leaving £386,000 in my name
Grundy's body was exhumed and when examined, they found traces of 'H'/
Even though I had signed her death certificate, with being 'due to old age'
Arrested in September '98, they found what I had used to forge the will/
Discovering a pattern of lethal overdoses, all records showing 'bad health'
My trial began in October '99, I was charged with the murder of fifteen/
Elderly women that were once my patients, now all nowhere to be seen
Sentenced to 15 life sentences, the Judge recommending I never be released/
An inquiry concluded I was probably responsible, for 250 deaths at least
So using the bed sheets I hung myself, from the window bars in my cell/
But please do step into my surgery, because you are looking rather unwell.
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I was particularly close to my mother, before she died of lung cancer
I went on to receive a scholarship, graduating from the school in Leeds/
Starting work in an infirmary, before taking my first position as a GP
Then a year later I was caught, forging prescriptions for my own use/
I was fined £600 and briefly sent, to a York clinic for my drug misuse
Temporarily working as a medical officer, then once again I was a GP/
Working throughout Hyde in the 80's, and given my own surgery in '93
Now a respected member of the community, interviewed by Granada TV/
Where I gave advice on how the ill, should be treated in the community
Five years later concerns were raised, as my patient death rate was high/
As although Kathleen Grundy died at home, I was the last to see her alive
Her daughter had become concerned, when hearing a will had been made/
Excluding both her and her children, yet leaving £386,000 in my name
Grundy's body was exhumed and when examined, they found traces of 'H'/
Even though I had signed her death certificate, with being 'due to old age'
Arrested in September '98, they found what I had used to forge the will/
Discovering a pattern of lethal overdoses, all records showing 'bad health'
My trial began in October '99, I was charged with the murder of fifteen/
Elderly women that were once my patients, now all nowhere to be seen
Sentenced to 15 life sentences, the Judge recommending I never be released/
An inquiry concluded I was probably responsible, for 250 deaths at least
So using the bed sheets I hung myself, from the window bars in my cell/
But please do step into my surgery, because you are looking rather unwell.
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“Javed Iqbal”
In December of '99, I sent a letter to the newspaper & the police/
Confessing to the murders of 100 boys, all orphans on the streets
Strangling and dismembering them, disposing of the bodies in acid/
Photographs of my many victims, lying in bags made from plastic
Neatly labelled with pamphlets, 2 vats of acid with human remains/
Left deliberately in the open, to be found when the authorities came
Confessing in my letter, that I planned to drown myself in the river/
Four accomplices were arrested, one fatally jumping from the window
A month later I turned myself in, at the offices of an Urdu newspaper/
Stating that I feared for my life, and was arrested a little while later
Although my diary contained descriptions, and handwriting at the house/
I tried claiming this was a hoax, to draw attention to the kids without
Saying the statements I had made to police, were made under duress/
Yet over a 100 witnesses testified, me & my accomplices facing death
Judge saying, 'You'll be strangled to death, like the children you killed/
You're body will be cut into a 100 pieces, the acid vat completely filled'
In October of '01, me and an accomplice were found dead in our cell/
Committing suicide using poison, according to an official working at the jail.
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Confessing to the murders of 100 boys, all orphans on the streets
Strangling and dismembering them, disposing of the bodies in acid/
Photographs of my many victims, lying in bags made from plastic
Neatly labelled with pamphlets, 2 vats of acid with human remains/
Left deliberately in the open, to be found when the authorities came
Confessing in my letter, that I planned to drown myself in the river/
Four accomplices were arrested, one fatally jumping from the window
A month later I turned myself in, at the offices of an Urdu newspaper/
Stating that I feared for my life, and was arrested a little while later
Although my diary contained descriptions, and handwriting at the house/
I tried claiming this was a hoax, to draw attention to the kids without
Saying the statements I had made to police, were made under duress/
Yet over a 100 witnesses testified, me & my accomplices facing death
Judge saying, 'You'll be strangled to death, like the children you killed/
You're body will be cut into a 100 pieces, the acid vat completely filled'
In October of '01, me and an accomplice were found dead in our cell/
Committing suicide using poison, according to an official working at the jail.
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“Bradford Crossbow Cannibal”
Handed a three year sentence, for a knife attack on a supermarket manager/
At just Seventeen whilst in custody, I see myself as becoming a murderer
Psychiatrists had warned I had fantasised, about becoming a serial killer/
Only to be diagnosed as a "schizoid psychopath" like who I see in the mirror
The following year I received a sentence, for holding a knife to a little girl/
And upon release was admitted to Bradford uni, to write a PHD I wrote well
Police were forever watching me, two years before I killed all of my victims/
Seizing my hunting weapons, & fitting CCTV, in anticipation of an incident
At the time of the murders police had no evidence, of any anti-social behaviour/
Though in Bradford there were three serial killings, of some female sex workers
On the twenty-forth of May, I was both arrested and subsequently charged/
For the murder of all three women, the crossbow killer was no longer at large
Appearing in the Magistrates Court, I give my name as the crossbow cannibal/
Only to be given a life sentence, so I would hunger strike & request I go hospital
But her Majesties prison service, chose to deny every single one of my requests/
So for that I deny any answers, to where the first murdered was put to rest.
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At just Seventeen whilst in custody, I see myself as becoming a murderer
Psychiatrists had warned I had fantasised, about becoming a serial killer/
Only to be diagnosed as a "schizoid psychopath" like who I see in the mirror
The following year I received a sentence, for holding a knife to a little girl/
And upon release was admitted to Bradford uni, to write a PHD I wrote well
Police were forever watching me, two years before I killed all of my victims/
Seizing my hunting weapons, & fitting CCTV, in anticipation of an incident
At the time of the murders police had no evidence, of any anti-social behaviour/
Though in Bradford there were three serial killings, of some female sex workers
On the twenty-forth of May, I was both arrested and subsequently charged/
For the murder of all three women, the crossbow killer was no longer at large
Appearing in the Magistrates Court, I give my name as the crossbow cannibal/
Only to be given a life sentence, so I would hunger strike & request I go hospital
But her Majesties prison service, chose to deny every single one of my requests/
So for that I deny any answers, to where the first murdered was put to rest.
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“Brenda Ann Spencer”
My life begun in San Diego, I purportedly took a liking to guns/
I asked my Father Wallace for a radio, instead he bought me a gun
When asked why he had done that, I replied, I felt he wanted me to die/
So on January twenty-ninth of '79, on the school kids I opened fire
The shooting injured a policeman, 8 children & claimed the lives of two/
After firing just thirty rounds, I barricaded myself inside my bedroom
For almost seven hours warning the police, I would come out shooting/
Only to surrender to the police, admitting I had found much amusement
Although officers found beer & whiskey bottles, cluttered around my house/
It was proven I wasn't intoxicated, neither was I mad foaming at the mouth
I have to go now I shot a policeman, and I think I wanna shoot some more/
With no reason for it, it was just fun, similar to shooting ducks in a pond
The children looked like a herd of cows, all of them just standing around/
So it was really easy pickings, that's why I laid quite a few of them down
When asked why I had commited the gun attack, this is what I had to say/
My reason being quite simple, I don't like Monday's & this livens up the day.
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I asked my Father Wallace for a radio, instead he bought me a gun
When asked why he had done that, I replied, I felt he wanted me to die/
So on January twenty-ninth of '79, on the school kids I opened fire
The shooting injured a policeman, 8 children & claimed the lives of two/
After firing just thirty rounds, I barricaded myself inside my bedroom
For almost seven hours warning the police, I would come out shooting/
Only to surrender to the police, admitting I had found much amusement
Although officers found beer & whiskey bottles, cluttered around my house/
It was proven I wasn't intoxicated, neither was I mad foaming at the mouth
I have to go now I shot a policeman, and I think I wanna shoot some more/
With no reason for it, it was just fun, similar to shooting ducks in a pond
The children looked like a herd of cows, all of them just standing around/
So it was really easy pickings, that's why I laid quite a few of them down
When asked why I had commited the gun attack, this is what I had to say/
My reason being quite simple, I don't like Monday's & this livens up the day.
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“Boy In The Box”
My nude body wrapped in a cheap blanket, lying face up in a cardboard box/
My hair cut crude and hurried, as a deliberate attempt to conceal who I was
Both of my arms were carefully folded, and then placed across my little chest/
My finger and toenails trimmed short and neat, just shortly before my death
Many bruises covering my little body, particularly on my head and tiny face/
An unidentified Caucasian male, reported as being between four & six in age
Although most solutions are dismissed, there still stands two of great interest/
Among both the police and The Media, both investigated yet still no arrests
The first involves a foster home, an unmarried Mother and an accidental death/
The second involves being bought by a woman, for extreme physical & abusive sex
The foster home investigations involving DNA tests, are now considered closed/
While the second solution is plausible, and due to mental illness, police took note
Neighbours claimed the claims were ridiculous, as a boy didn't live in the house
And although both solutions are suspicious, there is no evidence to why or how?
Yet despite my profile on America's most wanted, and huge publicity at the time/
I'm still that boy in the box nobody wanted, that little boy who you pay no mind.
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My hair cut crude and hurried, as a deliberate attempt to conceal who I was
Both of my arms were carefully folded, and then placed across my little chest/
My finger and toenails trimmed short and neat, just shortly before my death
Many bruises covering my little body, particularly on my head and tiny face/
An unidentified Caucasian male, reported as being between four & six in age
Although most solutions are dismissed, there still stands two of great interest/
Among both the police and The Media, both investigated yet still no arrests
The first involves a foster home, an unmarried Mother and an accidental death/
The second involves being bought by a woman, for extreme physical & abusive sex
The foster home investigations involving DNA tests, are now considered closed/
While the second solution is plausible, and due to mental illness, police took note
Neighbours claimed the claims were ridiculous, as a boy didn't live in the house
And although both solutions are suspicious, there is no evidence to why or how?
Yet despite my profile on America's most wanted, and huge publicity at the time/
I'm still that boy in the box nobody wanted, that little boy who you pay no mind.
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“James Holmes”
I was born James Eagan Holmes, December the 13th, 1987/
The Son of a registered Nurse, and a Scientist/Mathematician
On May the 12th 2012, I made it my quest to purchase a weapon/
I bought a Glock 22 pistol, & six days later, a model 860 Remington
Then July 7th after failing an exam, I bought an MP15 Smiff & Wesson/
And on July the 6th a second Glock 22, legally buying all these weapons
In the four months prior to the shooting, I bought three thousand rounds/
Of ammunition for the pistols, 3000 for the MP15 & 350 Shotti rounds
On July the 12th I placed an order, for a Blackhawk assault vest/
As well as a knife & two magazine holders, from retailers on the net
Less than a month before the shooting, I submitted an app for a gun club/
For the owner to reach my voicemail, telling staff to tell him if I showed up
Then on July the 12th police arrested me, by my car behind the theatre/
For apparently letting off gas canisters, before on the audience I opened fire
Killing twelve and wounding fifty-eight, finding several guns inside my car/
But this film was Batman and I am the Joker, so I had to play my part.
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The Son of a registered Nurse, and a Scientist/Mathematician
On May the 12th 2012, I made it my quest to purchase a weapon/
I bought a Glock 22 pistol, & six days later, a model 860 Remington
Then July 7th after failing an exam, I bought an MP15 Smiff & Wesson/
And on July the 6th a second Glock 22, legally buying all these weapons
In the four months prior to the shooting, I bought three thousand rounds/
Of ammunition for the pistols, 3000 for the MP15 & 350 Shotti rounds
On July the 12th I placed an order, for a Blackhawk assault vest/
As well as a knife & two magazine holders, from retailers on the net
Less than a month before the shooting, I submitted an app for a gun club/
For the owner to reach my voicemail, telling staff to tell him if I showed up
Then on July the 12th police arrested me, by my car behind the theatre/
For apparently letting off gas canisters, before on the audience I opened fire
Killing twelve and wounding fifty-eight, finding several guns inside my car/
But this film was Batman and I am the Joker, so I had to play my part.
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“A Mother’s Tears”
I am that five-year-old girl, who was taken to the state of Madhya Pradesh/
Where I was repeatedly raped by a monster, before suffering cardiac arrest
I had suffered a brain injury, from the two who tried to smother my cries/
I then slipped into a coma, from April 20th, until shortly before I had died
I had been raped by a friend of my parents, & dumped at a farm by my home/
My parents were poor construction workers, whilst both at work, I was alone
The two men were then both arrested, in connection with this brutal attack/
As of yet, still no prosecution for a crime, they normally sweep under the mat
I had suffered unimaginable torture, at the hands of an evil man's sexual desires/
So young & so precious, I was somebodies daughter, now I'm just tears in their eyes
"The court should give them the strictest punishment", I can hear my mother cry/
"So the world can see how criminals are punished, these men should be burnt alive"
Wiping tears with the corner of her sari, a million sorry's couldn't heal her pain/
Knowing her daughter had been taken & forsaken for such a sick & twisted game
Not once that day, did it ever cross my mind, that I was being lured to that farm/
So please, I ask you pray, for a stolen life, who can no longer lie in mother's arms.
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Where I was repeatedly raped by a monster, before suffering cardiac arrest
I had suffered a brain injury, from the two who tried to smother my cries/
I then slipped into a coma, from April 20th, until shortly before I had died
I had been raped by a friend of my parents, & dumped at a farm by my home/
My parents were poor construction workers, whilst both at work, I was alone
The two men were then both arrested, in connection with this brutal attack/
As of yet, still no prosecution for a crime, they normally sweep under the mat
I had suffered unimaginable torture, at the hands of an evil man's sexual desires/
So young & so precious, I was somebodies daughter, now I'm just tears in their eyes
"The court should give them the strictest punishment", I can hear my mother cry/
"So the world can see how criminals are punished, these men should be burnt alive"
Wiping tears with the corner of her sari, a million sorry's couldn't heal her pain/
Knowing her daughter had been taken & forsaken for such a sick & twisted game
Not once that day, did it ever cross my mind, that I was being lured to that farm/
So please, I ask you pray, for a stolen life, who can no longer lie in mother's arms.
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“Dale Cregan”
May the 24th in Manchester, a man wearing a balaclava enters a pub/
And opens fire on a group of men, four got wounded & one got slumped
Returning from a holiday in Thailand, on June the 12th I was detained/
At the airport and questioned, then released on bail to play my game
On the 8th of August two men are charged, with the murder in the pub/
One for murder, three for attempted, then both sentenced by the Judge
10th of August the victim's Father, was killed in a gun and grenade attack/
Then 10 minutes later there was another, but the intended hadn't come home
Between the 10th of August & 11th of September, a police manhunt was out/
But despite a number of recent sightings, my hideout couldn't be found out
On 18th of September police received a call, reporting a burglary at home/
And being that I was on this wanted list, this address was never known
Pc's Nicola Hughes and Fiona Bone, were sent to investigate this burglary/
So I dashed a grenade at these hoes, and sent their body parts to surgery
As well as putting a couple shots, in these Mancunian Hobby Bobby C*nts/
Leaving their families without Mother's, and the police force looking dumb
The police then come with guns, they should of brought in the first place/
Cause now two of the force's finest, are just corpses at the pearly gates
An hour later I walked into a police station, confessing to what I had done/
Only to be remanded on four for murder, and four for attempted with my gun
Charged with four counts of murder, facing the rest of my life behind bars/
But when I chucked them grenades, where the f*ck was this Bruno Mars?
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And opens fire on a group of men, four got wounded & one got slumped
Returning from a holiday in Thailand, on June the 12th I was detained/
At the airport and questioned, then released on bail to play my game
On the 8th of August two men are charged, with the murder in the pub/
One for murder, three for attempted, then both sentenced by the Judge
10th of August the victim's Father, was killed in a gun and grenade attack/
Then 10 minutes later there was another, but the intended hadn't come home
Between the 10th of August & 11th of September, a police manhunt was out/
But despite a number of recent sightings, my hideout couldn't be found out
On 18th of September police received a call, reporting a burglary at home/
And being that I was on this wanted list, this address was never known
Pc's Nicola Hughes and Fiona Bone, were sent to investigate this burglary/
So I dashed a grenade at these hoes, and sent their body parts to surgery
As well as putting a couple shots, in these Mancunian Hobby Bobby C*nts/
Leaving their families without Mother's, and the police force looking dumb
The police then come with guns, they should of brought in the first place/
Cause now two of the force's finest, are just corpses at the pearly gates
An hour later I walked into a police station, confessing to what I had done/
Only to be remanded on four for murder, and four for attempted with my gun
Charged with four counts of murder, facing the rest of my life behind bars/
But when I chucked them grenades, where the f*ck was this Bruno Mars?
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“Raoul Moat”
Prior to the shootings, I had already attempted to get psychiatric help/
Only to serve an 18 week sentence, for assaulting a nine year old girl
I was six ft three, seventeen stone and highly prone to eruptions of anger/
Two children from a past relationship, and a Daughter with my ex Samantha
Holding a grudge towards the police, my business failed, I had lost everything/
Samantha lied & said she had an affair with a police officer, damn I hated him
I posted threats to police on Facebook, before phoning further detailed threats/
I have no intention of shooting the public, I will shoot police until I am dead
After being released from Durham prison, I made my way to Samantha's house/
But her new partner confronted me, so I ended him with a couple shotgun rounds
Samantha was hit in the arm & abdomen, placed in hospital under armed guard/
So on the 4th of July, Pc David Rathband was shot, whilst sitting in his patrol car
Phoning the Guardian 12 minutes before, mocking the police & showing no remorse/
At a conference police spoke directly, Samantha's new partner wasn't in the force
Releasing a statement from Samantha, through the media she begged me to stop/
Saying that she lied because she was frightened, there was no affair with any cop
Police then reported that they had three mobiles, used by myself in recent days/
Telling the residents of Rothbury to stay indoors, a major operation was taking place
News agencies reported that I was surrounded by police, holding a gun to my head/
Before shots were fired and I was injured, at the hospital I was pronounced dead.
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Only to serve an 18 week sentence, for assaulting a nine year old girl
I was six ft three, seventeen stone and highly prone to eruptions of anger/
Two children from a past relationship, and a Daughter with my ex Samantha
Holding a grudge towards the police, my business failed, I had lost everything/
Samantha lied & said she had an affair with a police officer, damn I hated him
I posted threats to police on Facebook, before phoning further detailed threats/
I have no intention of shooting the public, I will shoot police until I am dead
After being released from Durham prison, I made my way to Samantha's house/
But her new partner confronted me, so I ended him with a couple shotgun rounds
Samantha was hit in the arm & abdomen, placed in hospital under armed guard/
So on the 4th of July, Pc David Rathband was shot, whilst sitting in his patrol car
Phoning the Guardian 12 minutes before, mocking the police & showing no remorse/
At a conference police spoke directly, Samantha's new partner wasn't in the force
Releasing a statement from Samantha, through the media she begged me to stop/
Saying that she lied because she was frightened, there was no affair with any cop
Police then reported that they had three mobiles, used by myself in recent days/
Telling the residents of Rothbury to stay indoors, a major operation was taking place
News agencies reported that I was surrounded by police, holding a gun to my head/
Before shots were fired and I was injured, at the hospital I was pronounced dead.
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“Osama Bin Laden”
I was born into a wealthy family in 1957, then trained by the CIA in '79/
During the anti-Soviet Jihad, receiving both American & Saudi funding to fight
Against the Russian occupation of Afghanistan, along with the CIA backing/
But due to what happened to the towers, the powers pretend this didn't happen
Now let me fast foward a few years, to the date when these towers fell/
They arrested four non-Arabs on the bridge, but it was the Arabs that they felt
To place the blame on quoting us as being, militant Islamists who despise the west/
So they used this panic to invade our oil fields, killing our children as they slept
Stepping up National Security in the name of Terrorism, but what they sell is a lie/
So when we see these drones above our homes, then we shoot them from the sky
Sending all their toy soldier's home in body bags, courtesy of our roadside IED's/
Whilst the gullible mislead public, believe all the bullshit that the Government speak
When the truth is they invaded us, to control the Earths resources that we possess/
So every anniversary of 9/11, we tend to mock the gullibility of the mislead west
The same west that believe Team Six killed me, without proof then buried in the sea/
My name is Tim Osman not Bin Laden, so don't believe everything that you read.
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During the anti-Soviet Jihad, receiving both American & Saudi funding to fight
Against the Russian occupation of Afghanistan, along with the CIA backing/
But due to what happened to the towers, the powers pretend this didn't happen
Now let me fast foward a few years, to the date when these towers fell/
They arrested four non-Arabs on the bridge, but it was the Arabs that they felt
To place the blame on quoting us as being, militant Islamists who despise the west/
So they used this panic to invade our oil fields, killing our children as they slept
Stepping up National Security in the name of Terrorism, but what they sell is a lie/
So when we see these drones above our homes, then we shoot them from the sky
Sending all their toy soldier's home in body bags, courtesy of our roadside IED's/
Whilst the gullible mislead public, believe all the bullshit that the Government speak
When the truth is they invaded us, to control the Earths resources that we possess/
So every anniversary of 9/11, we tend to mock the gullibility of the mislead west
The same west that believe Team Six killed me, without proof then buried in the sea/
My name is Tim Osman not Bin Laden, so don't believe everything that you read.
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“Guido Fawkes”
Born and educated in York, my Father died when I was eight/
Later fighting the 80 years war, on the side of Catholic spain
Against Protestant reformers, I was seeking a Catholic Rebellion/
Unsuccessful I met Thomas Wintour, with whom I returned to Britain
Introduced to Robert Catesby, who planned to assassinate King James/
& restore a Catholic Monarch to the throne, for the remaining days
Securing the lease to an undercroft, that was beneath the House Of Lords/
Placing me in charge of the gunpowder, that was stockpiled on the floors
Now in receipt of an anonymous letter, the authorities searched the palace/
And in the early hours of the 5th, I was found guarding the explosives
Over the next few days, questioned and tortured, I eventually broke/
So immediately before my execution, I jumped from the scaffold & I broke
My neck so I could prevent the agony, of the mutilation that would follow/
And if I could live my life again, I'd do exactly the same thing tomorrow
Now my name has been synonymous, ever since the gunpowder plot of 1605/
So traditionally they burn me on fire, whilst the fireworks light up the sky.
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Later fighting the 80 years war, on the side of Catholic spain
Against Protestant reformers, I was seeking a Catholic Rebellion/
Unsuccessful I met Thomas Wintour, with whom I returned to Britain
Introduced to Robert Catesby, who planned to assassinate King James/
& restore a Catholic Monarch to the throne, for the remaining days
Securing the lease to an undercroft, that was beneath the House Of Lords/
Placing me in charge of the gunpowder, that was stockpiled on the floors
Now in receipt of an anonymous letter, the authorities searched the palace/
And in the early hours of the 5th, I was found guarding the explosives
Over the next few days, questioned and tortured, I eventually broke/
So immediately before my execution, I jumped from the scaffold & I broke
My neck so I could prevent the agony, of the mutilation that would follow/
And if I could live my life again, I'd do exactly the same thing tomorrow
Now my name has been synonymous, ever since the gunpowder plot of 1605/
So traditionally they burn me on fire, whilst the fireworks light up the sky.
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“Princess Diana”
My name is Diana Spencer, I was born in Sandringham the month of July '61/
My siblings were Sarah, Jane, John and Charles, John dying before I was born
My Mother was the honourable Frances Roche, and my Father the eighth Earl/
Their marriage ending when i was seven, after my Mother dropped the bombshell
In 1968 I was sent to two different schools, having failed my O-levels twice/
However showing a particular talent for music, an accomplished pianist was I
I longer to be a professional ballerina, but soon grew too tall for this profession/
Moving to London in '78, I was given an apartment for my eighteenth present
Whilst in London I took an advanced cooking course, at my Mother's suggestion/
Working as a dance instructor, before an accident lead to me becoming an assistant
Already linked to my older Sister, the Prince of Wales was under pressure to marry/
Aboard Brittania our relationship developed, & in 1980, invited to meet the family
In 1981 our engagement was official, I picked out a ring similar to my Mother's/
Consisting of 14 diamonds surrounding a sapphire, though was not unique to others
Marrying the Prince in St. Pauls cathedral, while 750 million watched worldwide/
Widely billed as a 'fairytale wedding', at the time nobody could imagine my demise
On the 21st of June '82, I gave birth to mine and the Prince's first Son and heir/
Our second Son born in '84, a hands on Mother, with much love to give and care
Slowing finding myself pressured being Princess, I had to teach myself how to cope/
Developing an interest in serious illness, I took to hospital's & school's to teach hope
Now the Patroness of Charities, working with the homeless and drug addicted youth/
Becoming the President of Great Ormond Street, hoping to see the children through
During the early 90's our marriage fell apart, and at first it was much suppressed/
Both of us blaming each other for the failure, through friend's speaking to the press
I then had an affair with Major James Hewitt, and the Prince returned to his Ex/
Who is now the Duchess of Cornwall, Mrs Andrew Parker-Bowles she became next
These affairs became public knowledge, in the publication of the book that I told/
Entiled Diana - her true story, in which I exposed my mind, my life and my soul
In '93 I withdrew from public life, whilst the Prince sought public understanding/
Confirming his own affair with Camilla, who was more than the Prince's companion
Princess Margaret burnt the highly personal letters, I sent to the Queen Mother/
Explaining my side of the break up, as well as the blame that i placed on Camilla
In '95 I was interviewed by Martin Bashir, on a BBC programme called 'Panorama'/
Where I doubted the Prince's suitability as King, being that I knew his character
Yet soon after this interview, the Queen requested we both have an early divorce/
Regarding the comments that I had made, regarding the Royalty when I had talked
The Prince immediately agreed with the suggestion, yet I dictated my own terms/
Which lead to me irritating the Palace, though nothing that brought me concern
Receiving a lump sum of £17 million, yet losing the style of 'Her Royal Highness'/
The Palace released a statement, though it was clear I was still a British Princess
After being warned a year before by Prince Philip, this is what he had to say/
'If you don't behave yourself my girl, we'll have to take the royal title away'
I replied to the Duke of Edinburgh, Philip, my title is a lot older than yours/
Which aggravated him a lot further, the majority discussed behind closed doors
Retaining my apartment in Kensington Palace, remaining my home until my death/
I started to see Dodi, the Son of Mohammed Al-Fayad, a Thailand trip I did accept
In 1997 my interest was in landminds, focusing on the injury that they create/
Only to be accused as a loose cannon, meddling in politics, something that they hate
Then on the date of 31st of August, I was fatally injured in a suspicious crash/
Along with my then boyfriend Dodi, apparently due to the paparazzi's camera flash
But the fact is I was pregnant with a Muslim's baby, leading to certain thoughts/
Believing this was the reason, Prince Philip & MI6 had me turned into a corpse.
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My siblings were Sarah, Jane, John and Charles, John dying before I was born
My Mother was the honourable Frances Roche, and my Father the eighth Earl/
Their marriage ending when i was seven, after my Mother dropped the bombshell
In 1968 I was sent to two different schools, having failed my O-levels twice/
However showing a particular talent for music, an accomplished pianist was I
I longer to be a professional ballerina, but soon grew too tall for this profession/
Moving to London in '78, I was given an apartment for my eighteenth present
Whilst in London I took an advanced cooking course, at my Mother's suggestion/
Working as a dance instructor, before an accident lead to me becoming an assistant
Already linked to my older Sister, the Prince of Wales was under pressure to marry/
Aboard Brittania our relationship developed, & in 1980, invited to meet the family
In 1981 our engagement was official, I picked out a ring similar to my Mother's/
Consisting of 14 diamonds surrounding a sapphire, though was not unique to others
Marrying the Prince in St. Pauls cathedral, while 750 million watched worldwide/
Widely billed as a 'fairytale wedding', at the time nobody could imagine my demise
On the 21st of June '82, I gave birth to mine and the Prince's first Son and heir/
Our second Son born in '84, a hands on Mother, with much love to give and care
Slowing finding myself pressured being Princess, I had to teach myself how to cope/
Developing an interest in serious illness, I took to hospital's & school's to teach hope
Now the Patroness of Charities, working with the homeless and drug addicted youth/
Becoming the President of Great Ormond Street, hoping to see the children through
During the early 90's our marriage fell apart, and at first it was much suppressed/
Both of us blaming each other for the failure, through friend's speaking to the press
I then had an affair with Major James Hewitt, and the Prince returned to his Ex/
Who is now the Duchess of Cornwall, Mrs Andrew Parker-Bowles she became next
These affairs became public knowledge, in the publication of the book that I told/
Entiled Diana - her true story, in which I exposed my mind, my life and my soul
In '93 I withdrew from public life, whilst the Prince sought public understanding/
Confirming his own affair with Camilla, who was more than the Prince's companion
Princess Margaret burnt the highly personal letters, I sent to the Queen Mother/
Explaining my side of the break up, as well as the blame that i placed on Camilla
In '95 I was interviewed by Martin Bashir, on a BBC programme called 'Panorama'/
Where I doubted the Prince's suitability as King, being that I knew his character
Yet soon after this interview, the Queen requested we both have an early divorce/
Regarding the comments that I had made, regarding the Royalty when I had talked
The Prince immediately agreed with the suggestion, yet I dictated my own terms/
Which lead to me irritating the Palace, though nothing that brought me concern
Receiving a lump sum of £17 million, yet losing the style of 'Her Royal Highness'/
The Palace released a statement, though it was clear I was still a British Princess
After being warned a year before by Prince Philip, this is what he had to say/
'If you don't behave yourself my girl, we'll have to take the royal title away'
I replied to the Duke of Edinburgh, Philip, my title is a lot older than yours/
Which aggravated him a lot further, the majority discussed behind closed doors
Retaining my apartment in Kensington Palace, remaining my home until my death/
I started to see Dodi, the Son of Mohammed Al-Fayad, a Thailand trip I did accept
In 1997 my interest was in landminds, focusing on the injury that they create/
Only to be accused as a loose cannon, meddling in politics, something that they hate
Then on the date of 31st of August, I was fatally injured in a suspicious crash/
Along with my then boyfriend Dodi, apparently due to the paparazzi's camera flash
But the fact is I was pregnant with a Muslim's baby, leading to certain thoughts/
Believing this was the reason, Prince Philip & MI6 had me turned into a corpse.
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“The New IRA”
I am one of 700 IRA rebels, in a bid to wreck the G8/
We are a renegade terror group, called The New IRA
MI5 believe of an outrage, to grab the global news/
Opposing what is the peace process, five militant groups
The G8 summit is due this June, in a hotel by the loch/
And will be attended by world leaders, destined for a shock
We have claimed responsibility, for the murder of Mr Black/
And when we arrive on British mainland, our agenda is to attack
We possess Taliban bombs, which pierce through armour plates/
We have plans to blow up Cameron, & shoot Obama in his face
Outside the control of Sinn Fein, which is now partly Government/
So the police chief has stated, that it is a worrying development
Punishment beatings by our thugs, are now running at one a week/
Apparently the G8 venue is secure, but pretty soon we will see
So please don't rule out the possibility, of some kind of attack/
Because we are serious in our methods, & what I'm writing isn't rap.
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We are a renegade terror group, called The New IRA
MI5 believe of an outrage, to grab the global news/
Opposing what is the peace process, five militant groups
The G8 summit is due this June, in a hotel by the loch/
And will be attended by world leaders, destined for a shock
We have claimed responsibility, for the murder of Mr Black/
And when we arrive on British mainland, our agenda is to attack
We possess Taliban bombs, which pierce through armour plates/
We have plans to blow up Cameron, & shoot Obama in his face
Outside the control of Sinn Fein, which is now partly Government/
So the police chief has stated, that it is a worrying development
Punishment beatings by our thugs, are now running at one a week/
Apparently the G8 venue is secure, but pretty soon we will see
So please don't rule out the possibility, of some kind of attack/
Because we are serious in our methods, & what I'm writing isn't rap.
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“Monstrous Inhumanity”
The facts throughout History, ain't always what they seem/
Now I'm having visions of tyrants, and brutal regimes
Alexander the Great, and Ivan the Terrible/
Vlad the Impaler, and Oliver Cromwell
The Roman Emperor Nero, and England's King John/
Ivar the Boneless, and the infamous Ghengis Khan
The use of instruments of torture, that were commonly used/
For forgery and treason, and even parricide's doom
From the claw to the jaw breaker, the hook and the tongue tearer/
The head crusher and the cage, and the castrator for the genitalia
The clubbings and stoning, and casting out to exposure/
The hanging and beheading, at the orders of the inquisitor
Who got to decide your fate, whether you man, boy or girl/
From association with gypsies, or poisoning of a well
I hear the voices from this hell, but all too much to digest/
Cause I can hear ripping and tearing, and the digging into flesh.
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Now I'm having visions of tyrants, and brutal regimes
Alexander the Great, and Ivan the Terrible/
Vlad the Impaler, and Oliver Cromwell
The Roman Emperor Nero, and England's King John/
Ivar the Boneless, and the infamous Ghengis Khan
The use of instruments of torture, that were commonly used/
For forgery and treason, and even parricide's doom
From the claw to the jaw breaker, the hook and the tongue tearer/
The head crusher and the cage, and the castrator for the genitalia
The clubbings and stoning, and casting out to exposure/
The hanging and beheading, at the orders of the inquisitor
Who got to decide your fate, whether you man, boy or girl/
From association with gypsies, or poisoning of a well
I hear the voices from this hell, but all too much to digest/
Cause I can hear ripping and tearing, and the digging into flesh.
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