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Ready the cops ready the riot gear, the bombs
the cars fuck it ready the tank hit the alarm
Trilogy infinity bars, spit in your mouth
Break in house, shit on your couch, hit your kid and spouse
Survival homey
Driving with a corset made of dynamite on me
Arm me an army jacket with a pistol in it
I'll just pistol whip you like a you calling me a bitch
lip is busted dripping crimson on the floor honey
You see it's all fun and
Until you're falling on my sword gutted to the core
With a 4x4 to your jaw, your balls with a saw, and some sea salt
Loaded cannon on the side of a seesaw
With an if you see something say sign hee haw
Guit-ar strings, and a key card a sharpened end
Will me carve things in ya deep scars that never mend
But never mind Jeannie
She's harmless calm as condom in a quarters
As Common as Lonnie, or women covered in islamic
Or conflict in
Or in commenting danke

I'm unmitigatedly brilliant, bet
Better go the to beginning Fezig, Finnegan
Put in your bid again, bet
the converse, Leroy
I'll windmill bee boy all over kinfolk
And I don't breakdance
I'll a hive at boy
And kick him in a windmill and then spin the spoke
I'm Pig Pen but with half notes
Treble clefs, bass clefs, half as top hat
Delivery legato as fuck and not a libertine who fucks
I say "fuck that"
Tongue in the second of vocabulary
Make it come and go whenever
Yes nigga i that
Drink a big cup of
Bit of
If you front the flow i dare ya test
I love
Bethenny Frankel, slim of that shit
I'm Dr on constant natural acid trip
My natural state is bat
Do I want some molly? No ma'am, Al
Marcy Darcy haircut, Daria
Marty Air mags, pardon the magnitude
I make references to I like
I really don't if it's a hit on site
I'm not
I on mikes

Aww man I'm
Is the kid
All night long Lionel Richie, Vince
And I'll stretch my shit out like Giant off a plane
is an innocuous descriptive of the lane
But Arkham is more and smarter to claim
Wayne manner, not the house, but the mannerisms
out, but without the pain of the slain parental figures
Orphan rap, endorphin rap, rape
Wait...how'd get in there, aww too late
Orphan black, characters, same actor Jean
a St Patricks Day theme, drink
An almanac of narratives, in back of me
With a quaint braggish Grae
Blink, and you''ll probably it
But I'm well you listened
And that the who get it
Whenever damn they spread it
If it's thin as pancetta you do could it better
I'm like the Whoville and their mascot forget it
Imagine Bambaataa in in 76
With a Cosby on
how hot I am
Then Dorothy Parker in Alaska in 1926 sitting a bar
how hot I am

Many of hotness
My pineal gland is on a vacations top
Cut me, I bleed agave. obnoxious
Why would you need to cut me trust me, it's a process
I could build your
Also be accomplice(laughs)
I couldn't say with a straight face I'm way too honest
push you in the Gowanus for nothing
I'll punch you in the button
I'm like Rick Moranis but with Vigo in him (Vigo)
I'm the land of Cry Freedom (Biko)
I probably have fucked Mc Lovin

John McClane
I don't die
I don't
never die at all
I get dye jobs, for up dive bars
And making the old guys up the whole stripper pole
And make 2 sidecars, bars
Side are delicious

So a cup or two, bitches
To the who these other motherfuckers wanna do