The Mind Of A Murderous Killer! Poem by the legend

if it were me and i committed a murder,
i'd be so successful,
and even leave the evidence in print by writing it down in a journal.
drownin the cops in a wave of confusion,
leave the crime scene the way it is,
cause cleanin it is so physically abusin,
i mean u gotta:
-make sure you've disposed of the murder weapon,
-wipe your handprints down off doorknobs, house appliances, and utensils.
-wait until the right time to leave so's no one see's you,
-clean the body leavin no evidence of any clues,
-make sure you have an alibi,
but even then u'll leave something out,
results, u've caught a charge,
and yo moms left w/a kid on the side.
so the instructions are:
plan the time, i prefer the night,
put on gloves prior to snatching the person,
smuggle them so there's no strugglin fight,
drive to a country type scene, near a lake
connect a string of steakes from water to their feet
change gloves then tie them down at the base of the tree,
pour acid in their eyes and gasoline in their throats,
so there is no way for them to see, and it hurts to scream.
here is the fun part:
take a blunt machete, saw their kneck slowly
watch the alligators approach ferociously,
grab yo keys, take some gasoline,
burn the straw in which yo body left a puddle of blood near the stream.
leave your their car in mid night,
you should awake early to cook mornin delight.