..Introduction Page..

SWAGGER VANCE
Killing is less anger and more a sick fascination
To quit blastin faces I'd need a thick vaccination
My hits have the pages in the newspaper sellin
Way ahead of the felons' yellin, is the dude scrapin melons
My house is decorated with ripped arteries & torn flesh
The faces of prom queens & bitches from porn sets
A war vet whose more hexed from deafening slugs
Has my knife handles lookin scarlet cuz they're peppered wit blood
Ahead of you scrubs, my rage boils and ignites
When I see a fine dime, I need her soiled by my knife
So I coil and I strike, and then I brutally beat
That pussy into peices, 'til it loses its heat
The best is the reaction, where heat leaps and dwells
When the knife hits their flesh, as a sneak-peak to hell
So when the clouds cloak the night in a body of sin
And you think that somebody's watchin, he probably is

..Page One..

ADILLA
I stare into the air, swag wit a devilish flair
Unrepented of the ones, I brought into my lair
The spider says to the fly, why you make my song cry
I got D'evils, of maniacal thoughts makin lives awry
Givin my victims, the most seductive verse
They don't know they'll never see a hearse
Pristine white skin, where should I begin
Talkin to my murderous twin, with a contempt grin
Of me and my kin about to do the most unforgivable sin
All I need is One gun, One knife, One rope
To end One's life, One's soul, One's hope
My black soul leaks like ink
Leavin red leakin,
From the spot where you used to think
My Mind's Playing Tricks On Me
Leavin them with a drought in they gout
They unable to shout, from the blood that spout
Of the serial killer is so Sick Society devout
Leave every rhyme shook like halfway crooks
Cause this killer isn't no damn rook
Leavin a note for this notebook to look
You just saw "The Mind of A Serial Killer"
And then it realize, it was the next victim
In my rhymebook serial thriller....

..Page Two..

Lost Child
Woke Up With A Easy Way Of Life, Until I Licked Blood.
Sugar Level Was Going Crazy, As If I Dicked Her Love..
With Out Having A Thought, I Became A Hunter.
Got Head’s Laying In Different Spot’s, Call Me A Punter..
How I Kicked Off The Media, And No One Got Any Yards.
Come Close To The Suspect, Can’t The Evidence Got Guards..
So More Bag’s Got Filled Up, As It Was A Movie Show.
These Many Bodies, Can’t Be Reality, But It Is Though..
Innocent People Just Get Me Turn On, Like Watching Porn.
There Insides I Rip Out, Leave Um Hanging, N Family’s Torn..
Got Pills To Relax My Excitement, But After Three Hours.
Another Ceremony Going On, So I Go To, Here’s A Flower..
I Am A Serial Killer, My Mind N Heart Tells Me To Respect.
The Corpse And There Family, It Aint Nice To Neglect..
Well Now I See How To Surpass The Law, With Murder’s.
The Town Cant Figure It Out, Something No One Heard Of..
First It Was DILLA’S Pic Then Anon1, Now Me, As Mind’s Of A Serial Killer.
With All The Construction We Condemned, A House Is Being Build..

..Page Three..

Anonymous 1
A shock-wave, enduces a reaction leading to stock-prey
With sharp-blades, on the first person that i cross-ways
Shadow bound as i silther' painting pictures, chalk-pave
Your not-safe, victims introduced to a silent dark-grave
Far-days begins" farther's sins' a childs heart-depraved
Smart & behaved, yet the symbols of abuse engraved
Now the thought-process, enslaves onslaught-obsess
I rot & depress, murder visions' but i will not-progress
Collecting-bras' i'm being the cause of distraught-stress
Disecting-saws' limb for limb the blades knot the dress
A innocent-soul, by my savage' added to a stastic-toll
A existence-stole, at demands of my coherence-control
My logic doesn't-hold, pain' stains almost a dozen-souls
Husbands-alone, with my name printed on a little-note
"The mind of a serial killer", is what my victims-wrote
Thier resilient-hope, enraged' me making instant-ghosts

..End Of Book..