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Ready the cops the riot gear, ready the bombs
Ready the cars fuck it ready the tank hit the
infinity bars, I'll spit in your mouth
Break in your house, shit on your couch, hit your kid and
shit homey
Driving a corset made of dynamite sticks on me
Arm me with an army jacket a pistol in it
I'll just pistol whip you like a you calling me a bitch
Your lip is busted dripping crimson on the 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 other of a seesaw
With an if you see something say something hee haw
Guit-ar strings, and a key card a sharpened end
Will make me carve things in ya deep scars that mend
But never mind right
She's harmless as condom in a convents quarters
As as Lonnie, or women covered in islamic countries
Or conflict in
Or in Copenhagen commenting

I'm unmitigatedly brilliant, bet
go back the to beginning Fezig, Finnegan
Put in bid again, bet Grae
Kiss the converse,
I'll windmill bee boy all over your
And I don't mean
throw a hive at boy
And kick him in a windmill and then the damn spoke
I'm Pig Pen but with half notes
clefs, bass clefs, half rest as top hat
Delivery as fuck and not a libertine who liberally fucks
I say "fuck that"
Tongue in the second letter of
Make it and go whenever necessary
Yes i cuffed that
a big cup of Never
Bit of
If you front the flow i whatever ya test
I love
Bethenny Frankel, slim chance of shit
I'm Dr Gonzo on constant acid trip
My natural is bat country
Do I want molly? No ma'am, Al Bundy
Marcy haircut, Daria attitude
Marty McFly Air mags, the magnitude
I make references to I like
I don't care if it's a hit on site
I'm not
I spit on

Aww man I'm
Is the kid
All long Lionel Richie, Vince Vaughn
And I'll my shit out like Cardiff Giant off a plane
Arcane is an descriptive of the lane
But Arkham is more accurate and to claim
manner, not the house, but the same mannerisms
Played out, but without the pain of the slain parental
Orphan rap, endorphin rap, rape
Wait...how'd get in there, aww too late
Orphan black, multiple characters, same actor
With a St Day theme, drink
An of culpable narratives, in back of me
With a braggish Grae lean
Blink, and you''ll probably it
But I'm well you listened
And the fans 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
a Cosby sweater on
how hot I am
Then imagine Dorothy Parker in Alaska in sitting a bar
how hot I am

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

Yipee-ki-yay McClane
I die hard
I Dylan
never die at all
I get dye jobs, for sticking up bars
And the old guys lick 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