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Ready the cops ready the gear, ready 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 shit
Driving with a corset made of dynamite on me
Arm me with an army jacket with a in it
I'll just pistol you like a bitch you calling me a bitch
Your lip is busted dripping crimson on the floor
You see all fun and games
you're falling on my sword gutted to the core buddy
With a 4x4 to jaw, assaulting your balls with a saw, and some sea salt
Loaded on the other side of a seesaw
an if you see something say something sign 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 calm as condom in a convents
As Common as Lonnie, or women in islamic countries
Or conflict in
Or in Copenhagen commenting

I'm brilliant, bet again
Better go back the to Fezig, Finnegan
Put in bid again, bet Grae
Kiss the converse,
I'll windmill bee boy all over kinfolk
And I mean breakdance
I'll throw a at boy
And him in a windmill and then spin the damn spoke
I'm Pig Pen but with half notes
Treble clefs, bass clefs, half as top hat
legato as fuck and not a libertine who liberally 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 love
Bethenny Frankel, slim of that shit
I'm Dr Gonzo on constant acid trip
My natural is bat country
Do I some molly? No ma'am, Al Bundy
Marcy Darcy haircut, attitude
Marty Air mags, pardon the magnitude
I make to shit I like
I really don't care if a hit on site
I'm not
I spit on

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

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

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

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