[Intro: GZA]
This is a tale of a town with the population
Of approximately two thousand people
A small close-knit community where crime
And murder were virtually unheard of
Where front doors were always left unlocked
A place where mayhem only happens in your wildest dreams
[Verse 1]
For some, the sun will never come out tomorrow
Like those in this heart-pounding tale of random horror
Of a body count, after trashin' it, they done with it
Victims inflicted with passionate punishment
Specific offers of horrific torture
That left crime scenes, that retired law enforcers
His ruthlessness knew no bounds, as he beat him down
Shot him while gagged and bound, kept the whole town
Shocked, with they doors locked, fire arms cocked
Major roads blocked, no one knows when he knocks
As a kid he killed three pets of an attorney
So his childhood passion became a lifelong journey
Grew into a world of destruction, abduction
Left many body parts floatin' on the Hudson
Whether found in a ditch, after the ride you hitched
Screams was high pitched from scars you can't stitch
Mutilated and decapitated, white-collar chicks
Just from his involvement in local politics
His outfit stained with the blood of the slain
While his backyard full of skeletal remains
His goal in life, was preparation for death
An autopsy showed asphyxiation, loss of breath
Was it this fascination, for strangulation
The lynchings in the 20's was his inspiration
Unspeakable acts that made front page
Motivated by an unexplainable rage
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