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

I'm brilliant, bet again
go back the to beginning Fezig, Finnegan
Put in bid again, bet Grae
Kiss the converse,
I'll windmill bee boy all your kinfolk
And I mean breakdance
I'll a hive at boy
And him in a windmill and then spin the damn spoke
I'm Pig Pen but swarming with notes
Treble clefs, clefs, half rest as top hat
Delivery legato as fuck and not a who liberally fucks
I say "fuck that"
in the second letter of vocabulary
Make it come and go necessary
Yes nigga i that
a big cup of Never
Bit of
If you front the i dare whatever ya test
I love
Bethenny Frankel, slim of that shit
I'm Dr Gonzo on constant natural trip
My state is bat country
Do I want some molly? No ma'am, Al
Marcy Darcy haircut, attitude
Marty Air mags, pardon the magnitude
I make to shit I like
I really care if it's a hit on site
I'm not
I on mikes

Aww man I'm
Is the kid
All night long Richie, Vince Vaughn
And I'll stretch my out like Cardiff 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 same
Played out, but without the pain of the parental figures
rap, endorphin rap, dolphin rape
Wait...how'd that get in there, aww too
Orphan black, multiple characters, actor Jean
With a St Patricks Day theme,
An almanac of culpable narratives, in of me
With a braggish Grae lean
Blink, and you''ll miss it
But I'm well you listened
And the fans who get it
Whenever well they spread it
If thin as pancetta you do could it damn better
I'm like the Whoville anthem and their mascot it
Bambaataa in Calcutta in 76
With a sweater on
how hot I am
Then imagine Dorothy Parker in in 1926 sitting a bar
how hot I am

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

John McClane
I die hard
I Dylan
never die at all
I get dye jobs, for sticking up bars
And making the old guys lick up the whole pole
And make 2 sidecars, side
Side cars are

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