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Ready the cops ready the riot gear, the bombs
Ready the cars fuck it ready the hit the alarm
Trilogy infinity bars, spit in your mouth
Break in 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 pistol whip you like a bitch you calling me a bitch
Your lip is busted crimson on the floor honey
You see all fun and games
Until you're falling on my sword gutted to the buddy
With a 4x4 to your jaw, assaulting your balls with a saw, and some sea
Loaded cannon on the other of a seesaw
With an if you see something say sign hee haw
Guit-ar strings, and a key card a sharpened end
Will make me carve things in ya deep scars never mend
But never mind 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 danke

I'm unmitigatedly brilliant, bet
Better go the to beginning Fezig, Finnegan
Put in bid again, bet Grae
the converse, Leroy
I'll windmill bee boy all 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 half
Treble clefs, bass clefs, half 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 come and go necessary
Yes nigga i that
Drink a big cup of
Bit of
If you front the flow i dare whatever ya
I that
Bethenny Frankel, slim chance of that
I'm Dr on constant natural acid trip
My state is bat country
Do I want some molly? No ma'am, Al
Darcy haircut, Daria attitude
Marty McFly Air mags, the magnitude
I make to shit I like
I really don't care if it's a hit on
I'm not
I spit on

Aww man I'm
Is the kid
All night Lionel Richie, Vince Vaughn
And stretch my shit out like Cardiff Giant off a plane
Arcane is an descriptive of the lane
But Arkham is accurate and smarter to claim
manner, not the house, but the same mannerisms
Played out, but without the pain of the parental figures
rap, endorphin rap, dolphin rape
Wait...how'd get in there, aww too late
Orphan black, characters, same actor Jean
With a St Patricks Day theme,
An of culpable narratives, in back of me
With a quaint 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 it's thin as you do could it damn better
I'm like the Whoville anthem and mascot forget it
Imagine Bambaataa in in 76
With a 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 agave. That's obnoxious
Why would you need to cut me just trust me, it's a
I could your confidence
be your accomplice(laughs)
I couldn't say that with a straight I'm way too honest
I'll push you in the for nothing
punch 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
I'll die at all
I get dye jobs, for up dive bars
And making the old guys lick up the whole pole
And make 2 sidecars, bars
Side cars are

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