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

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

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

Use intercourse to settle scores with women who vendettas towards men
Dickhead is forced in 'till there's foreskin
Reddish torn, and they're bein' fed a portion
Bed sores, and sore shins, pregnant can get abortions
Fetish for metal forks in, self-absorption
Skeletor, I went to Hell and a floor
A predator, I'm for competitors
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 want Come and get some, boys!
I'm givin' Daniel Pantaleo a refresher course on excessive and pressure points,
and dressin' George Zimmerman in a fluorescent orange dress and four heels to address the court
a bullseye on his back
His whole chest, and torso are left on the doorsteps of dad as a present for him!

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

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

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

One ball and half a dick: Watch

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

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

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

Love to start
Shovin' Kent's undergarments in the glove compartment of the bucket, bumpin' Bubba Sparxxx
I'm double 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 cause a stomach
damn brain scan results as Rainman's'es
Something's aweful when Dustin Hoffman's dressin' up in mummy costume
on dancin' to "Brain Damage,"
What's the problem? Nothing's wrong, the name brand is back to status

Run the faucet, I'mma dunk a bunch of Trump supporters
Snuck up on 'em in Ray-Bans in a gray van with a 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
Pre-arrange an plan
blade on point, like a See-and-Say

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

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

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

And send Dylann Roof through the of the Benz
until he spins a pinwheel and begins feelin'
like a with a thin build while his skin's peelin',
and skids 'til he hits a cement
Swing for the fence like Fielder, knock it into the upper peninsula
You wanna go '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, syllable binge
a syringe, 'til I...

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

The broad hunter with the sawed off like an arm when it's 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 of rock 'cause 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 slap on the wrist, be
I'm quickly
My squabbles, I'm grappling your time traveling with me
Try and follow, as I wobble, relapse history, with a flask of the whiskey
Tip it back then I'm twisting bottles like what happened to Chris Reeve's spine column
That's the plan of attack when I'm my problems
Wish my chest wasn't to get these rhymes off 'em
But the fact that I have so many rappers against me mind
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 thin
Swear I been contemplatin' rubbing shit in your face I smear it in
Diss you in lyric 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 and forget my ideas for them...

Molly, I'm off you
Man, some kush
You're my take, I'll nail you
lie, I gush
If I won you over, you be the grand prize
I'm entranced by your looks, come and give the Shady a push
You can get it in the can like some Busch
Jeans too small, least three pant
Tush mushed against your damn side, your
and thighs are
What kind of that?
I'm to be rode
Psychopath, bet you get it poppin' like a flat

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

Hard to describe in
Startling, violent, perhaps are things come to mind as soon as I start spitting rhymes like that
And you aren't really at that, but as far as these lines I rap,
and these bars, wouldn't dial it if I star 69'ed the track

Why am I a dick?