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

Witness the metamorphosis of a legend growin' an expert swordsman from 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 bedroom door, and torture kits kept in a separate storage bin
boyfriend!

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

Stegosaurus, Norris with a thesaurus
Yes, of course, a mess of
You want some? and get some, boys!
I'm givin' Daniel Pantaleo a course on excessive force and pressure points,
and dressin' George in a fluorescent orange dress and four inch heels 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, no suppressant for
Aggressive, forceful, and less 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."

Expired on the Saturn...
Got Catherine Bach in the back in Daisy Dukes with the on at a traffic stop gettin' harassed, signed an autograph for this asshole cop's daughter
'cause I called 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 Kaepernick practice sock

One ball and a dick: Apple Watch

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

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

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

to start shit
Shovin' Clark Kent's undergarments in the glove of the bucket, bumpin' Bubba Sparxxx
I'm parkin' up at Targets, trouble causer, a double crosser,
shadiest mothafucka ever come across
Olympic gymnast, been for "some assaults"
A lawsuits, enough to cause a stomach ulcer
Same damn scan results as Rainman's'es
Something's aweful when Dustin Hoffman's up in your mummy costume
on dancin' to "Brain Damage,"
What's the problem? Nothing's wrong, the 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, like an ACE

Don't-give-a-fuck persona, to my DNA strand
E&J in the waistband, at the with the stagehand
She kielbasa
Pre-arrange an 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 don't kiss ass like a puppet 'cause he runs his campaign with his own cash for the fundin'
And that's what you wanted, a fuckin' loose who's blunt with his hand on the button who doesn't have to answer to no one?
idea!

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

to friction and static
Addict who can't the habit
to chase the dragon, but as fate 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 Casey Anthony's crazy asses in the backseat throwin' Stayfree at me
Dead passenger in the passenger
Unfasten the safety latches, and slam on the brakes in traffic so I snapped the relocation brackets for the monster tires
'finna get a murder case and catch it you threw it at me encased in plastic

And send Dylann through the windshield of the Benz
he spins like a pinwheel and begins feelin'
like a windmiller with a build while his skin's peelin',
and skids 'til he hits a pillar
for the fence like Prince Fielder, knock it into the upper peninsula
You wanna go against 'zilla, The Rap
When will I quit? Never realer
The in-stiller of fear, not even a of doubt whose pens iller than Prince in a chinchilla or Ben Stiller in a suspense thriller
Revenge killer, avenge syllable
Fill a syringe, I...

first blood
Even pop shit on my pop shit, and it's
Couldn't be more awkwarder cause you're I robbed you of
It's my fingers that got up
Taught ya ta, not a slapstick hockey puck

The broad hunter with 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 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 slap on the wrist, be
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 back then I'm twisting wine bottles what happened to Chris Reeve's spine column
the plan of attack when I'm fixing my problems
Wish my wasn't having to get these rhymes off 'em
But the fact that I have so many against me mind boggles
And why I haven't come back on these faggots who diss me is more of a spectacular than a fucking Agatha Christie crime novel!

But my patience is wearing
Swear I been contemplatin' rubbing shit in your face 'til I 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 Qerim and I steer 'em in that direction and forget my ideas for them...

Molly, I'm off you
Man, light kush
You're my take, I'll nail you
Can't lie, I
If I won you over, you would be the prize
I'm entranced by your looks, come and give the franchise a push
You can get it in the can like some Anheuser
too small, least three pant sizes
Tush mushed against damn side, your puss
and are squished
What kind of that?
I'm to be rode
Psychopath, bet you we'll get it like a flat

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

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

Why am I a dick?