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

I'm unmitigatedly brilliant, bet
Better go back the to beginning Fezig,
Put in your bid again, bet
Kiss the converse,
I'll windmill bee boy all over your
And I don't breakdance
I'll throw a at boy
And kick him in a windmill and then spin the damn
I'm Pig Pen but swarming with notes
clefs, bass clefs, half rest 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 i cuffed that
a big cup of Never
Bit of
If you front the i dare whatever ya test
I that
Frankel, slim chance of that shit
I'm Dr Gonzo on constant natural acid
My state is bat country
Do I some molly? No ma'am, Al Bundy
Marcy Darcy haircut, attitude
McFly Air mags, pardon the magnitude
I make references to shit I
I really care if it's a hit on site
I'm not
I spit on

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

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

Yipee-ki-yay McClane
I don't die
I Dylan
I'll die at all
I get dye jobs, for sticking up dive
And making the old guys up the whole stripper pole
And make 2 sidecars, bars
cars are delicious

So lift a cup or two,
To the motherfucker who these motherfuckers wanna do