We'll start this little episode of "Forensic Files"
With a man who was killed by someone who possesses rhymes
Stronger than ten missiles, forming sentences while
He thought of the ones who seemed to question his style
He didn't care about them, just creating lyrical schemes while
He thought day and night 'bout how to make his syllables senile
Studying the greats like Kid Cudi and Eminem, it's literally wild
And now I'll bring you all to see a criminal freestylе
The murder happenеd on a very cold night in December
This man was writing a letter to his nephew about how fighting is never
The answer in any situation, even if the issue's cray, then five minutes later
His neck was slit, he bled to death, and the cops will find him dismembered
The next morning, exhorting the killer that he shouldn't have done it
Coz a police sketch displayed on the TV, seeming like that must fit
The perfect description of him, but he thought that he was as brusque as
John Wayne Gacy, but he caused a crazy amount of worry, he had to start shit
In another state when he killed his mother, hate was coursing through his veins
And who remains to die, no one will know, but he won't ever use restraints
On his victims, rumours started up that he liked to watch the fluids drain
After shooting brains, and while that happens, police have a unit trained
To find anything and everything that can be useful in this case
Before it turns cold, he's praying and singing "Amazing Grace"
Coz he knows damn good and well exactly what he'll have to face
They found their "aha" moment, hopefully they can get a trace
There was blood found in the trap, but the murderer thought that he could sneak away
But of course he left his blood at the scene, so we used his DNA
To gather enough evidence to find the culprit, police seized the day
By finding the motherfucker and throw him in jail, he'll be away
For longer than Jamal Zougam, he thought about all who's gone
Into the federal prison system, cameras will want a shot on
Him appearing before a judge, documenting the courtroom, goin'
On international news, multiple life sentences, he's forced to pawn
Off his life, and soon he saw the error of his ways, a wrong move on
His part, so he lynched himself in his cell, full of remorse
Gotta admit, he shouldn't have fucked around with a bull with horns
He could have been looking for answers and use it to be putting forth
A better example for future generations to come, they'll learn a lesson
About what happened during that time, they should have turned their heads when
They came across another situation like that, then the world makes sense when
People don't have to think up of certain words they placing
They also would have saw that his whole family was deeply saddened
A couple days later, his funeral was when their very last meeting happened
You know where he went after that? He ain't being transcended
To the "holy guy" you believe in, he must have seen it blacken
Down to Hell is where he'll reside, prolly as a bitch to the spawn of Satan
Getting fucked or raped when the demons discovered there's more than one way in
Repeat offenses, then they'll realize that there's a lot more space than
Before, their whore is tore up from the floor up, and they love more prostration
And then periods of long oration, hotter than a motherfucking ballsack
Got all that? Good, that's what'll happen if you talk smack
I'll take my Glock, attack as soon as I cock it back-
Aw, come on, I had more of the story to tell!... Meh, I'll save it for later
With a man who was killed by someone who possesses rhymes
Stronger than ten missiles, forming sentences while
He thought of the ones who seemed to question his style
He didn't care about them, just creating lyrical schemes while
He thought day and night 'bout how to make his syllables senile
Studying the greats like Kid Cudi and Eminem, it's literally wild
And now I'll bring you all to see a criminal freestylе
The murder happenеd on a very cold night in December
This man was writing a letter to his nephew about how fighting is never
The answer in any situation, even if the issue's cray, then five minutes later
His neck was slit, he bled to death, and the cops will find him dismembered
The next morning, exhorting the killer that he shouldn't have done it
Coz a police sketch displayed on the TV, seeming like that must fit
The perfect description of him, but he thought that he was as brusque as
John Wayne Gacy, but he caused a crazy amount of worry, he had to start shit
In another state when he killed his mother, hate was coursing through his veins
And who remains to die, no one will know, but he won't ever use restraints
On his victims, rumours started up that he liked to watch the fluids drain
After shooting brains, and while that happens, police have a unit trained
To find anything and everything that can be useful in this case
Before it turns cold, he's praying and singing "Amazing Grace"
Coz he knows damn good and well exactly what he'll have to face
They found their "aha" moment, hopefully they can get a trace
There was blood found in the trap, but the murderer thought that he could sneak away
But of course he left his blood at the scene, so we used his DNA
To gather enough evidence to find the culprit, police seized the day
By finding the motherfucker and throw him in jail, he'll be away
For longer than Jamal Zougam, he thought about all who's gone
Into the federal prison system, cameras will want a shot on
Him appearing before a judge, documenting the courtroom, goin'
On international news, multiple life sentences, he's forced to pawn
Off his life, and soon he saw the error of his ways, a wrong move on
His part, so he lynched himself in his cell, full of remorse
Gotta admit, he shouldn't have fucked around with a bull with horns
He could have been looking for answers and use it to be putting forth
A better example for future generations to come, they'll learn a lesson
About what happened during that time, they should have turned their heads when
They came across another situation like that, then the world makes sense when
People don't have to think up of certain words they placing
They also would have saw that his whole family was deeply saddened
A couple days later, his funeral was when their very last meeting happened
You know where he went after that? He ain't being transcended
To the "holy guy" you believe in, he must have seen it blacken
Down to Hell is where he'll reside, prolly as a bitch to the spawn of Satan
Getting fucked or raped when the demons discovered there's more than one way in
Repeat offenses, then they'll realize that there's a lot more space than
Before, their whore is tore up from the floor up, and they love more prostration
And then periods of long oration, hotter than a motherfucking ballsack
Got all that? Good, that's what'll happen if you talk smack
I'll take my Glock, attack as soon as I cock it back-
Aw, come on, I had more of the story to tell!... Meh, I'll save it for later
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