he he ha ha ho ho, they’re coming to take me away, ya know lipstick smeared on the padded wall, straight-jacket but i’m still a doll doctor says i’m crazy, i just call it foreplay giggling in restraints, writing numbers on the doorway candy-coated meds on my tongue, little buffet nurse bendin’ over, so i’m prayin’ in the hallway HA-HAAA, voices in my curls asylum full of secrets, but i’m spilling them to girls padded cell chic, turn the chaos into pearls call it delulu couture in this mental world they’re coming to take me away, HA-HAAA still sucking the lollipop, scribbling in bra they’re coming to take me away, HO-HO still slutting on the mic with the voices below straight-jacket corset, gag tastes like cherry, padded cell diary, every line’s dirty, i kiss the restraints, i bite down the leather, my rhyme’s a syringe, we’re insane together, he he ha ha ho ho — lips round the rhyme, asylum turned catwalk, chaos in time, slut sermon echo, locked door’s mine, mɛ̀(h) house anthem in the psycho ward shrine. round and round the voices spin… padded room’s a club within… doctor taps the IV drip… i just lick my candy lip. scribble lipstick on the wall, patient 69 nurse writes my name but she spells it in wine HA-HAAA echo shakes the spine padded cell’s a rave and the dance floor’s mine they’re coming to take me away, HA-HAAA strapped in heels but i’m still on par they’re coming to take me away, HO-HO grind on the gurney like it’s front row asylum diary reads like pornographic scripture, nurses pass notes, i’m the centerfold picture, gagged but i moan in a sing-song fixture, sedatives hit but i’m high on the mixture, HA-HAAA, voices call me divine, padded saint slut in the psycho shrine, chaos couture stitched down my spine, every delulu rhyme’s a holy line. he he ha ha ho ho — echo in the floor asylum’s a nightclub, give me more more more straitjacket rave, i’m the head decor voices screaming slutcore till the padded door. they’re coming to take me away, HA-HAAA i’m still rapping in my padded bra they’re coming to take me away, HO-HO asylum’s a stage and i’m running the show he he ha ha ho ho… voices fade but i still glow… in the funny farm we go… slutcore saints of the padded floor.
