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Jumped out of the 2nd floor of a record store with a Treacherous cassette
and a recorder
in Ecuador with Norton

Witness the metamorphosis of a legend growin' like an expert swordsman the Hessian war and hence the origin of the Headless Horseman

Born with the endorphins of a orphan
Endless source and reservoir of extension cords in dresser drawers, and deadbolts on the door, and sexual torture kits kept in a separate storage bin
boyfriend!

Use to settle scores with women who have vendettas towards men
Dickhead is forced in 'till shredded foreskin
torn, and they're only bein' fed a portion
Bed sores, and sore shins, whores can get abortions
for stickin' metal forks in, self-absorption
Skeletor, I went to Hell and fell a
A predator, I'm headed for
Better warn 'em, what I lack in tact and a set of
I make up for in metaphors like a cosmetic

Stegosaurus, Chuck with a thesaurus
Yes, of course, a mess of
You some? Come and get some, boys!
I'm givin' Daniel Pantaleo a refresher course on excessive force and points,
and dressin' George Zimmerman in a fluorescent orange dress and four inch to address the court
with a bullseye on his
His whole chest, and torso are on the doorsteps of Trayvon's dad as a present for him!

In my form I'm Desert Storm
Appetite for destruction, there's no for
Aggressive, forceful, and less remorseful in morsel
Unpleasant, hello, gorgeous!
The rebel with devil horns just fell off the short bus

Met a said, "When you wanna get sexual?"
She said, "However I fit in schedule. I'm flexible."

tags on the Saturn...
Got Catherine in the back in Daisy Dukes with the hazards on at a traffic stop gettin' harassed, signed an autograph for this asshole cop's daughter
Laughed 'cause I her a brat on it, he spat on it, and brought it back lookin' half in shock
Had a heart attack, and dropped
Started fallin' back with it, and got slapped with a Colin Kaepernick practice

One ball and half a Apple Watch

front axle, walked in a Bass Pro Shop with David Hasselhoff
Pulled Tabasco out of my satchel
Knocked over a fisherman's tackle box and asked if they had a in stock?
That was stupid...

You got it twisted, all 'cause I offered this bitch a biscuit, you call me misogynistic?
Bitch, get to this dick!
Like spas in bitch, slob on it with gobs of lipstick
Got a shoppin' for you to run some odds and ends with
There's not a bitch on this earth I can be with
She's

Robin Thicke with a throbbin' dick on suave and slick shit, but I shout derivatives at bitches like fuckin' missile launchers
Misfit, blond, and
Like I've ballistic, with a frostin' tip kit
Screamed, "I hate blondes!" and one...
I'm

to start shit
Shovin' Clark Kent's undergarments in the glove compartment of the bucket, Bubba Sparxxx
I'm parkin' up at Targets, trouble causer, a double crosser,
shadiest you'll ever come across
gymnast, been known for "some assaults"
A couple lawsuits, enough to a stomach ulcer
Same brain scan results as Rainman's'es
Something's aweful Dustin Hoffman's dressin' up in your mummy costume
on stage to "Brain Damage,"
What's the problem? wrong, the name brand is back to reclaim status

Run the faucet, I'mma dunk a bunch of Trump supporters
up on 'em in Ray-Bans in a gray van with a spray tan
It's a wrap, an ACE bandage

persona, to my last DNA strand
E&J in the waistband, at the with the stagehand
She wants
an escape plan
Three-inch on point, like a See-and-Say

me a dangerous man, but you should be afraid of this dang candidate
You say Trump don't kiss ass like a puppet 'cause he runs his with his own cash for the fundin'
And that's what you wanted, a fuckin' loose cannon who's blunt with his hand on the who doesn't have to answer to no one?
idea!

If I was "gettin' off" is the first order of business
I get in office
Second thing that'll make me walkin' up to Uncle Sam naked, laughin', dick cupped in hand, screamin', "Fuck safe sex!"
Throw a latex and an test at him!
Congress I run this land, and I want the rubber banned, and make it snappy

Addiction to and static
Addict who escape the habit
Continue to chase the dragon, but as would have it,
I walked up in Major Magics dressed as the maintenance man in a laser tag vest and a racin' with a gauge to blast it, and sped away in the station wagon
Stacey Dash's and Anthony's crazy asses in the backseat throwin' Stayfree pads at me
Dead in the passenger seat
Unfasten the safety latches, and slam on the brakes in traffic so hard I snapped the relocation for the monster tires
'finna get a murder case and catch it you threw it at me encased in plastic

And send Dylann Roof through the of the Benz
until he spins a pinwheel and begins feelin'
like a windmiller with a thin build his skin's peelin',
and 'til he hits a cement pillar
Swing for the fence like Prince Fielder, knock it into the upper
You go against 'zilla, The Rap God?
When will I quit? been realer
The in-stiller of fear, not even a scintilla of doubt pens iller than Prince in a chinchilla or Ben Stiller in a suspense thriller
Revenge killer, avenge syllable
Fill a syringe, I...

Draw first
Even pop shit on my pop shit, and popular
Couldn't be more awkwarder cause you're innocence I you of
It's my that got stuck up
Taught ya ta, not give a hockey puck

The broad hunter the sawed off like an arm when it's lopped off of ya, but I'm not gonna get the shotgun or the Glock I'm gonna opt for the ox 'cause I'm into objects that are sharp when I shop, and it's not a shock, I'm such an obnoxious fucker...
The Rock Hudson of rock who would have thought this much of a cocksucker to go across the buttocks of Vivica Fox with a box cutter?

was for 50

Little on the wrist, be warned
I'm quickly
My squabbles, I'm grappling with your traveling with me
Try and follow, as I wobble, relapse into history, a flask of the whiskey
Tip it then I'm twisting wine bottles like what happened to Chris Reeve's spine column
That's the plan of attack I'm fixing my problems
Wish my chest having to get these rhymes off 'em
But the fact that I have so rappers against me mind boggles
And why I haven't come back on faggots who diss me is more of a spectacular mystery than a fucking Agatha Christie crime novel!

But my patience is wearing
Swear I been contemplatin' rubbing shit in face 'til I smear it in
Diss you in every until you fear the pen and never appear again if you actually had fuckin' careers to end

But then I think of Molly Qerim and I steer 'em in that direction and my ideas for them...

Molly, I'm off you
Man, light kush
my first take, I'll nail you
Can't lie, I
If I won you over, you be the grand prize
I'm entranced by looks, come and give the Shady franchise a push
You can get it in the can like some Busch
Jeans too small, least three sizes
Tush against your damn side, your puss
and thighs are
What of attire's that?
I'm ready to be
Psychopath, bet you get it poppin' like a flat

Light the match to ignite the
Got to slash and slice hermaphrodites in half
Piper Chapman might just to picket me like a scab

Hard to in fact
Startling, violent, are things that come to mind as soon as I start spitting rhymes like that
And you really surprised at that, but as far as these lines I rap,
and these bars, dial it back if I star 69'ed the track

Why am I a dick?