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

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

Born with the of a pathetic orphan
Endless source and reservoir of extension cords in drawers, and deadbolts on the bedroom door, and sexual torture kits kept in a separate storage 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 only bein' fed a
Bed sores, and sore shins, whores can get abortions
Fetish for metal forks in, self-absorption
Skeletor, I to Hell and fell a floor
A predator, I'm for competitors
Better warn 'em, what I in tact and a set of morals
I up for in metaphors like a cosmetic store

Stegosaurus, Chuck Norris 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 force and points,
and dressin' George Zimmerman in a fluorescent orange dress and four heels to address the court
with a on his back
His whole chest, and torso are left on the 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 remorseful in every
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 Bach in the back in Daisy Dukes with the hazards on at a traffic stop harassed, signed an autograph for this asshole cop's daughter
Laughed 'cause I called her a brat on it, he spat on it, and 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: Apple

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 they had a 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!
spas in this 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 earth I can be monogamous with
non-existent

Robin with a throbbin' dick on some 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

Love to shit
Shovin' Clark Kent's undergarments in the glove of the bucket, bumpin' Bubba Sparxxx
I'm double parkin' up at Targets, trouble causer, a crosser,
shadiest mothafucka you'll come across
Olympic gymnast, been for "some assaults"
A lawsuits, enough to cause a stomach ulcer
Same brain scan results as Rainman's'es
Something's aweful when Dustin Hoffman's dressin' up in your costume
on stage 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 supporters underwater
Snuck up on 'em in Ray-Bans in a gray van with a tan
It's a wrap, like an ACE

Don't-give-a-fuck persona, to my last DNA
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

Consider me a dangerous man, but you should be of this dang candidate
You say Trump don't kiss ass like a puppet 'cause he his campaign 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 president "gettin' off" is the 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!
Congress I run this land, and I want the rubber banned, and make it snappy

Addiction to and static
Addict who can't escape the
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' jacket with a gauge to blast it, and sped away in the station
Stacey Dash's and Casey Anthony's crazy asses in the throwin' Stayfree pads at me
Dead passenger in the seat
Unfasten the safety latches, and slam on the brakes in traffic so hard I snapped the brackets for the monster tires
'finna get a murder case and it like you threw it at me encased in plastic

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

Draw first
Even pop on my pop shit, and it's popular
Couldn't be more awkwarder you're innocence I robbed you of
It's my that got stuck up
ya ta, not give 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 when I shop, and it's not a shock, I'm such an obnoxious fucker...
The Hudson 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 on the wrist, be warned
I'm quickly
My squabbles, I'm grappling with your time with me
Try and follow, as I wobble, relapse into history, with a flask of the
Tip it back then I'm twisting wine bottles like what to Chris Reeve's spine column
That's the plan of attack when I'm fixing my
Wish my wasn't 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 these faggots who diss me is of a spectacular mystery than a fucking Agatha Christie crime novel!

But my is wearing thin
Swear I contemplatin' rubbing shit in your face 'til I smear it in
Diss you in every lyric until you fear the pen and never appear 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
You're my 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 mushed against your damn side, your
and are squished
What kind of that?
I'm ready to be
Psychopath, bet you we'll get it poppin' a flat

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

Hard to describe in
Startling, violent, perhaps are things that come to mind as soon as I start spitting like that
And you really surprised 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 such a