Do you wanna suck on my dong

It’s big and fat and long

 

Gonna ride the rails

Bangin prostitutes on hay bails

 

Now I’m writing a book

Too bad one pen is all I took

 

Life on the run is pretty bad

I pretty much gave up all I had

 

I hit my wife over the head

And now that fuckin’ bitch is dead

 

I sold bibles the day I ran

And I beat sinners because I can

 

But I had to give up that

Because I beat a guy for my self proclaimed sin of being fat

 

Too bad whatever I say can’t be a sin

But now I sell condoms out of a tin

 

Hang on, let me get back to my wife

She tried to take my life

 

I saw her out of the corner of my eye

She was coming at me with a butter knife

 

So I hit her over the head with some pottery

Then my friend came over and we did some comradery

 

I don’t remember much

Of what happened to him

 

However, I do remember some acid

And a building that was massive

 

I then saw some lights flashing

Just before that, something crashing

 

Now let me get back to me

And my total lack of luxury

 

There really ain’t much else to say

Except I sleep in a box at the end of the day

 

For some pickles I beat up an old man

By the way I’ve raped Lindsay Lohan