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Ready the cops the riot gear, ready the bombs
the cars fuck it ready the tank hit the alarm
Trilogy infinity bars, spit in your mouth
Break in your house, shit on couch, hit your kid and spouse
shit homey
Driving with a corset made of sticks on me
Arm me an army jacket with a pistol in it
I'll just pistol whip you a bitch you calling me a bitch
Your lip is busted dripping crimson on the honey
You see all fun and games
Until falling on my sword gutted to the core buddy
a 4x4 to your jaw, assaulting your balls with a saw, and some sea salt
Loaded cannon on the other side of a
an if you see something say something sign hee haw
Guit-ar strings, and a key with a sharpened end
Will make me carve things in ya deep scars that never
But never mind Jeannie
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 the to beginning Fezig, Finnegan
Put in bid again, bet Grae
Kiss the converse,
windmill bee boy all over your kinfolk
And I don't breakdance
I'll throw a at boy
And kick him in a windmill and spin the damn spoke
I'm Pig Pen but swarming with half
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 letter of
it come and go whenever necessary
Yes nigga i cuffed
a big cup of Never
Bit of
If you front the flow i dare whatever ya
I love
Bethenny Frankel, chance of that shit
I'm Dr Gonzo on natural acid trip
My natural state is bat
Do I want some No ma'am, Al Bundy
Marcy haircut, Daria attitude
Marty McFly Air mags, pardon the
I make references to 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 long Richie, Vince Vaughn
And I'll my shit out like Cardiff Giant off a plane
Arcane is an innocuous descriptive of the
But Arkham is more accurate and smarter to
manner, not the house, but the same mannerisms
Played out, but the pain of the slain parental figures
Orphan rap, endorphin rap, dolphin
Wait...how'd get in there, aww too late
Orphan black, multiple characters, same Jean
a St Patricks Day theme, drink
An of culpable narratives, in back of me
With a quaint braggish lean
Blink, and you''ll probably it
But I'm glad well you
And that the who get it
Whenever well they spread it
If thin as pancetta you do could it damn better
I'm like the Whoville and their mascot forget it
Bambaataa in Calcutta in 76
With a sweater on
how hot I am
Then imagine Parker in Alaska in 1926 sitting a bar
how hot I am

Many of hotness
My pineal is on a vacations top list
Cut me, I agave. That's obnoxious
Why would you to cut me just trust me, it's a process
I could build confidence
be your accomplice(laughs)
I couldn't say that with a straight face I'm way too
I'll push you in the Gowanus for
I'll punch you in the vomit
I'm kinda Rick Moranis but with Vigo in him (Vigo)
I'm from the land of Cry (Biko)
I probably would have Mc Lovin

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

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