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Jumped out of the 2nd floor of a store with a Treacherous Four cassette
and a cassette
in Ecuador with Edward

Witness the metamorphosis of a 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 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 have vendettas men
Dickhead is forced in there's shredded foreskin
Reddish torn, and they're bein' fed a portion
Bed sores, and sore shins, whores can get abortions
for stickin' metal forks in, self-absorption
Skeletor, I went to and fell a floor
A predator, I'm headed for
Better warn 'em, what I in tact and a set of morals
I make up for in metaphors like a 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 refresher course on force and pressure points,
and dressin' George Zimmerman in a fluorescent orange dress and four inch to address the court
with a on his back
His chest, and torso are left on the doorsteps of Trayvon's dad as a present for him!

In my present form I'm Desert
for destruction, there's no suppressant for
Aggressive, forceful, and less remorseful in morsel
Unpleasant, hello, gorgeous!
The rebel devil horns just fell off the yellow 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 hazards on at a traffic stop gettin' harassed, an autograph for this asshole cop's daughter
Laughed 'cause I called her a brat on it, he spat on it, and brought it back lookin' in shock
Had a attack, and dropped dead
Started back with it, and got slapped with a Colin Kaepernick practice sock

One ball and half a dick: Watch

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

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

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 I've ballistic, with a frostin' tip kit
Screamed, "I hate blondes!" and one...
I'm

Love to shit
Shovin' Kent's undergarments in the glove compartment of the bucket, bumpin' Bubba Sparxxx
I'm double parkin' up at Targets, causer, a double crosser,
mothafucka you'll ever come across
Olympic gymnast, been for "some assaults"
A lawsuits, enough to cause a stomach ulcer
damn brain scan results as Rainman's'es
Something's aweful when Dustin dressin' up in your mummy costume
on dancin' to "Brain Damage,"
What's the problem? Nothing's wrong, the name brand is to reclaim status

Run the faucet, I'mma a bunch of Trump 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 DNA strand
E&J in the waistband, at the VMAs with the
She kielbasa
Pre-arrange an plan
blade on point, like a See-and-Say

Consider me a dangerous man, but you should be afraid of this candidate
You say Trump 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 cannon 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 order of business
I get in office
Second thing that'll me happy's 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

Addiction to friction and
who can't escape the habit
Continue to 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 asses in the backseat throwin' Stayfree pads at me
Dead passenger in the passenger
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 and catch it like you threw it at me encased in plastic

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

Draw blood
Even pop shit on my pop shit, and it's
be more awkwarder cause you're innocence I robbed you of
It's my that got stuck up
Taught ya ta, not give a slapstick puck

The broad hunter with the 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 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 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 into history, with a flask of the
Tip it then I'm twisting wine bottles like what happened to Chris Reeve's spine column
That's the plan of attack when I'm my problems
Wish my chest 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 mystery than a Agatha Christie crime novel!

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

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

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

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

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

Why am I a dick?