little rap about mad dog

[Oxymoron]

i write systems to give them that mad dog rythem,
n symptoms to make em think my brains not with him,
so peep this, the secret is to secrete from the deepness,
n sleep on anything with no meaning to reach with.
peaches, yah, all on your daughter brah,
hah, this is a slaughter brah, yah,
fuckin a tortoise brah yah,
girls tug on my foreskin, ah, yup.

[EyeDealIstic]

Frannie was madly in love with Mad Dog.