That wasn't veal that they found in Jeff's larder
Part of a guy who had met his end
The apartment Jeff lived in
Was full of a bad smell
Lovers he brought there
Were certain to die

He prowled in the streets
For a gay companion
He drugged them with pills
And he tied up their hands
He did his foul deeds
And he cut them in pieces
He was not sorry
When he made them die

Jeffrey Dahmer liked to kill
Liked to kill black gays
Made some necrophilic love
let the corpse decay
Jeffrey Dahmer's fridge was filled
With human flesh fillets
Once he tried to drink their blood
Didn't like the taste

It's hard to believe
That there's such sick-o's out there
It's hard to believe
That he humped dead bones
Left them in the bath tub
And kept skulls as trophies
Pickled their Johnson's
In formaldehyde

Jeffrey Dahmer liked to kill
Liked to kill black gays
Made some necrophilic love
let the corpse decay
Jeffrey Dahmer's fridge was filled
With human flesh fillets
Once he tried to drink their blood
Didn't like the taste

Inside the fridge they found
Some severed heads and stuff
Inside the fridge they found
His victims' parts thereof
Inside the fridge they found
Things that you'd be sick of
Inside the fridge they found
Flesh smelling of decay