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Ready the cops ready the riot gear, the bombs
the cars fuck it ready the tank hit the alarm
Trilogy bars, I'll spit in your mouth
Break in your house, shit on couch, hit your kid and spouse
Survival homey
Driving with a corset made of sticks on me
Arm me with an army with a pistol in it
just 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
you're falling on my sword gutted to the core buddy
With a 4x4 to your jaw, assaulting your balls a saw, and some sea salt
Loaded cannon on the other side of a
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 Jeannie right
She's harmless as condom in a convents quarters
As Common as Lonnie, or women covered in islamic
Or in congress
Or in commenting danke

I'm brilliant, bet again
Better go back the to Fezig, Finnegan
Put in your bid again, bet
Kiss the converse,
I'll bee boy all over your kinfolk
And I don't breakdance
throw a hive at boy
And kick him in a windmill and then spin the 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"
Tongue in the second of vocabulary
Make it and go whenever necessary
Yes nigga i cuffed
Drink a big cup of
Bit of
If you front the flow i whatever ya test
I love
Frankel, slim chance of that shit
I'm Dr on constant natural acid trip
My natural is bat country
Do I some molly? No ma'am, Al Bundy
Darcy haircut, Daria attitude
Marty McFly Air mags, the magnitude
I make to shit I like
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 out like Cardiff Giant off a plane
Arcane is an innocuous of the lane
But Arkham is more accurate and smarter to
manner, not the house, but the same mannerisms
Played out, but without the of the slain parental figures
Orphan rap, rap, dolphin rape
Wait...how'd that get in there, aww too
Orphan black, multiple characters, same actor
With a St Patricks Day theme,
An almanac of narratives, in back of me
With a quaint braggish Grae
Blink, and probably miss it
But I'm well you listened
And the fans who get it
damn well they spread it
If it's as pancetta you do could it damn better
I'm the Whoville anthem and their mascot forget it
Imagine Bambaataa in in 76
With a Cosby on
how hot I am
Then imagine Dorothy Parker in Alaska in 1926 a bar
how hot I am

Many of hotness
My pineal is on a vacations top list
Cut me, I bleed agave. That's
Why would you to cut me just trust me, it's a process
I build your confidence
be your accomplice(laughs)
I say that 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 kinda like Moranis but with Vigo in him (Vigo)
I'm from the land of Cry (Biko)
I probably would fucked Mc Lovin

Yipee-ki-yay McClane
I die hard
I don't
never die at all
I get dye jobs, for sticking up dive
And making the old guys lick up the whole pole
And 2 sidecars, side bars
Side are delicious

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