I,

I am coming,

I am coming to California to kill you I,

I am coming,

I am coming to rape and murder your family you,

You can try and run,

But there's nowhere left to hide.

I will follow the sun as it sets in the west

It will lead me right to you.



3000 miles and in L.A.

I can't wait to see the look on your face

As I put my gun up to your temple,

Pull the trigger that sends you back to hell.

You butchered my art and only to save a dollar,

Are you ready to die my friend?

Are you ready to confront the end?



Like Helter Skelter

And son of Sam.

By the days end you'll know who I am.

I spill your blood on the Hollywood Boulevard.



I won't rest until your headless.



You should have known

I would leave you helpless and alone.

You were born to be a dead celebrity.