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.