This is a song about "John gacy"

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

U ask for forgivness i know we all ain't holy st. john

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Cause i'm crappin out better shit than you while sittin on the fuckin john

Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks

Like john lennon, i'm playing those mind games/

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow