i,
I [bad word] 
I [bad word] to California to kill you I,
I [bad word] 
I [bad word] to rape and
murder your family you,
You can try [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 
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.