The House

Measure hastin', I'm pacing
I'm burning, stones by the rock
Then see me stickin', my penis
Inside your daughter's, on spot
Then when I'm sneaking, I'm picking
Your mother's feet, Till she rot
I'm fucking bending her over
I fuck her cold, while she drop

But what If someone walks in and sees?
What will happen to me?
I promise that will won't lie
But maybe I'll have to plead
I Might as well just hang myself up
That way I won't get caught
Well at least not in this way
But that's just my thought

As I walk in the kitchen
The bloodied hand's off incision
I pull my zipper way down
But between the parks of my vision
The air is gеtting so eerie
It's not like I am the fеaring
So take my arms out the socket
Then twist my hands like sprocket
I'm getting out of the place
Where the likes of my name just stays
And I'm building higher than high
While the sky just sits and remains
And it's like the walls are just closing
I'm falling harder I'm dozing
My lungs just slowly collapse
And I'm feeling fast so I nap and just like I'm

Please tell me, please tell me why
Please tell me, please tell me why
Please tell me, please tell me why
Please tell me, please tell me why..