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