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My Mad House

You fake it till you make it, I take and break it
And shove it up your ass with a homophobic bracelet
So they'll teach you the meaning of patience
When yo ass is a tunnel, That everyone taking
Get clogged up, You dogged up, Doggy style be wild
I know, Cause I tried it on your child, I mean daughter
I also taught her, How to last long underwater
Cause my dick ain't floating like the body of Taylor Lautner
Go deep, Bo peep, She saw me, With a golf club and four dead cops
So I ran, Ducked in and out of Stan, Fucking knock off
Take the sock off, Your cock, The toddler is walking round the block
And she need some shoes as the police beatings won't stop
So running she goes, Undoes her corn rows,
Jumps the fence of the red neighbors hoping nobody knows
Then dresses in blue, Standing next to you, I guess pigs love Crips, And a foodbar too
Your cannibalistic, I made you eat blue pig, Or pork
This ain't the borderlands fool talk, I brought the wrath of God
With Fred Phelps and the Westboro Baptist church on a log
And let it burn, Fire cleanses fags and its Freddies turn
To have some fun, You really should've run
When Eazy said 100 miles and running, Your twenty years late son
You can't do shit, That I use it, Leave the door open
You hoping, You can crawl out, But can't nobody escape my mad house

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