The Decline of the English Murder
Here's a man you should know well Jack the Ripper, straight from hell Polly Nichols was the first Victim of Jack's bloody thirst The second one was Annie Chapman Slaughtered by the east-end phantom Her throat was cut, guts akimbo Another mutilated bimbo Jack the Ripper He murdered five whores But we'll never never never Know his name for sure The next one was Elizabeth Stride The ripper slashed her open wide Katie Eddowes was the next Victim of Jack's slaughterfest And what he did to Mary Kelley Would surely turn the strongest belly Still the police could shed no light On the man who made whores fear at night Suddenly the killing stopped Eventually the case was dropped His name remains a mystery The most famous killer in all history So raise your glasses for a toast To the Ripper's laughing ghost Who he was no-one can say But Jack the lad got clean away
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025
Lizzie Borden took an axe And gave her mother forty whacks When she saw what she had done She gave her father forty-one Kill your family (then yourself) Kill your family (then yourself) Kill your family (then yourself) Kill yourself David Brom a teenage boy His father made him quite annoyed He stuck an axe in his father's head And then he made his family dead Cut them Cut them Cut them Cut them severly Kindly repeat until your family is mutilated beyond recognition A fact that most people ignored Both children used a ouija board I spoke to them, I speak to you Now you know what you must do
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025
Meet Mr Ian Brady and Myra Hindley, his lady The Moors Murderers they were called And their crimes made the nation appalled The first was a girl called Pauline Raped and murdered aged only 16 They buried her in her pink dress And then looked for someone to kill next If you go down to the moors today You're in for a big surprise If you go down to the moors today You'll never believe your eyes Because every copper that ever there was Is digging up holes in the ground because We still can't find The missing child they murdered... The boy called John Kilbride Was 12 years old when he died They lured him away to his death In a shallow grave he was left Lesley Ann never made it past 10 She won't talk to strangers again Her murder was downright obscene And they rape-recorded the screams Where is the little boy Keith? What is he buried underneath? And last but not least Ed Evans Was the last of Ian Brady's victims Now Myra is dead and gone And Brady won't last for long Ian just won't eat his lunch The last of the Brady bunch
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025
His name was Fred West And at killing he was best In a house he lived in Gloucester With the children he would foster And his wife named Rose This is how the story goes She would bring home guests For her husband to molest Fred West was the best Killer in the English west Fred's hobby was quite vile He was a paedophile He was no family fella He hid the bodies in the cellar In the house at Cromwell Street Buried in the concrete Even his own daughter She could not escape the slaughter But the killer paedophile He never finished trial Before the court made its decision Fred West killed himself in prison And the wife of the beast She will never be released She's in her prison cell While her husband burns in hell
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025
Dennis lived alone He was a quiet man at work A lonely homosexual Who got drunk and went berserk He would go to the pub And come home with a guy When they had to lose He'd choke them with a tie Dennis was a homosexual menace An alcoholic necrophiliac Nilson loved men to death And help them in his north London flat Masturbating on the dead Their corpses he would snog He'd cut them up and boil their flesh And flush them down the bog He hid a body in his closet And some under the floor Severed limbs in plastic bags In boxes there were more But his boyfriends were smelly And the neighbours complained About all the rotten flesh Blocking up the drains Dennis confessed He's in prison to this day But fifteen weren't so lucky As the ones who got away
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025
Maudesley was a battered child Aged 19, he killed a paedophile They sent him away to Broadmoor Thinking that he would be secured Robert Maudsley is in solitary He ate a man's brain (he ate it with a spoon) No-one knows the reason he did it (maybe he didn't like the taste of prison food) He killed a hostage in a room And ate his brains with a spoon Then Robert thought of a great new trick He stabbed some prisoners in the neck Now 28 years in a prison cell Robert's in his own private hell But the home office won't remit Britain's most dangerous convict
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
This is the tale of John Reginald Christie He earned a place is our nation's history Was there ever a house more grisly Than No. 10 Rillington Place John Christie strangled women He'd invite them round when his wife wasn't in To try his secret 'medical cure' He'd gas them and use a ligature His new neighbours, Beryl and Tim The Evan's were somewhat dim They asked him to abort their baby So Christie obliged by killing the lady Tim wanted to tell the police But Christie told him he'd not be believed He told Tim to hide for a while And when he was gone he strangled their child Tim told the law and they found the dead But Timothy got the blame instead And when Christie gave false evidence Timothy Evans got the death sentence Christie's wife didn't love him anymore So he killed her and buried her under the floor 3 more women came to Rillington Place He strangled them and hid them in a secret wallspace The bodies were found after he was evicted He was seen on the street and soon convicted Death by hanging was Christie's fate But for Timothy Evans, the truth came too late
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025
Mr John Haigh Thought that it was funny To kill people And take all their money A missing lady Made the police suspect And led to his Overdue arrest John George Haigh Tried to plead insane But he murdered his victims For financial gain He killed them with A lead pipe or a gun And dissolved their bodies In an acid filled drum William McSwan Was his drinking chum He and his parents Went in the acid drum Haigh moved to a Hotel in Kensington And killed a couple Called the Hendersons He told the police That he killed three more But he'd stay free Because they'd find no corpse They found false teeth In the acid sludge Death by hanging Was the sentence from the judge
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
Michael Ryan went crazy Why he did it no-one knows Running around, shooting people In his combat clothes Michael Ryan caused so much dying Sixteen was his score With his AK-47 He wounded fourteen more He shot a woman at a picnic A policeman in his car He killed his Mum and then his dog And left his house on fire He ran through Hungerford On a busy market day And shot at everybody He saw on his way Running from the police He found a place to hide He went into the local school And locked himself inside He told police he wished that he Had stayed in bed instead And then he put the final bullet Through his crazy head
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
His name was Doctor Harold Shipman He killed more people than a hitman But now he's locked up in a prison Serving a life sentence Caught out trying to deceive A family that he bereaved No-one as could yet conceive The extent of his crimes Hoo-rah the death toll rises Hoo-rah the death toll rises Hoo-rah the death toll rises Doctor Harold Shipman Their bodies had to be exhumed The laid to rest were un-entombed The list of victims grew and grew What a naughty fellow He killed two hundred and seventeen And most of them were OAP's Many weren't even diseased He killed them any way The doctor won't admit his crimes Thought he's been questioned many times And if this doesn't chill your spine Then you should see his wife The doctor was the front page filler 'Britain's worst serial killer' What injustice to this villian He should be called the best
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
This is the tale of Burke and Hare A greedy and a gruesome pair Tooled up with a pick and spade At night they'd go out robbing graves Burke and Hare, what a horrible pair They stole the bodies of the dead But when they needed fresher corpses They simply murdered them instead They'd sell the contents of the coffins To unscrupulous medical boffins Who paid them highly, cash in hand But supply couldn't meet demand They'd buy a drink for a stranger they'd meet And smother them while they were asleep But their murder spree came to an end And Hare testified against his friend William Burke was executed For 16 murders and the graves they had looted Their names will live in infamy But Burke was hanged while Hare stayed free
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025
Mr. Thomas Hamilton Was crazy about shooting guns And taking photos of boy scouts Until the club had him kicked out Here comes Mr. Creepy I think he's gone insane Hamilton killed seventeen Children in Dunblane He wrote a letter to the queen To say he had been treated mean He said he was a slandered man But in his brain there hatched a plan He went into the school gym And then locked everybody in He sprayed the children full of lead Determined to make them all dead Eighteen bodies hit the floor And he injured thirteen more Rather than face a prison cell He saved a bullet for himself
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025
Aye, this is tut Yorkshire Ripper speaking'. The name's Peter Sutcliffe and I get quite an uplift, from smackin' young lasses over back tut head with me favourite hammer. The women I kill are just whores, bastard prostitutes. The way I see it, I'm just cleaning the place up a bit. Aye, bitch, you know what I like. Sadistic rape, and I'll mutilate, eviscerate you, inside out. With a hammer and a knife I'm gonna end your life (whore) Make you disembowelled There ain't nothing in the world like a screaming girl To make me want to slam her With my favourite hammer Then I rape her on the ground Where her body will be found Dead whores Aye, bitch that's what I like I'm a lorry driver with a screwdriver A handyman with my own toolkit And a bloodlust, I'll admit All the police are looking for me The greatest manhunt in history But every man's got to have a hobby And mine's killing whores Aye, bitch. You know what I like So if I stop me lorry, you'll be sorry These women don't just murder themselves you know I'm in a hurry! So why don't you hop inside and we'll go for a ride? I'll show you such a good time, you'll think you've died Aye, bitch. You know what I like
Submitted by NecroLord — Nov 10, 2025