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Ready the ready the riot gear, ready the bombs
Ready the fuck it ready the tank hit the alarm
infinity bars, I'll spit in your mouth
Break in your house, on your couch, hit your kid and spouse
shit homey
Driving with a corset made of dynamite on me
Arm me with an jacket with a pistol in it
I'll just pistol you like a bitch you calling me a bitch
Your lip is busted dripping on the floor 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, assaulting your balls 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 with a sharpened end
Will me carve things in ya deep scars that never mend
But never mind right
She's harmless calm as in a convents quarters
As Common as Lonnie, or women covered in islamic
Or conflict in
Or in Copenhagen danke

I'm unmitigatedly brilliant, bet
go back the to beginning Fezig, Finnegan
Put in bid again, bet Grae
the converse, Leroy
I'll windmill bee boy all over your
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 with half notes
Treble clefs, clefs, half rest as top hat
Delivery legato as fuck and not a libertine who fucks
I say "fuck that"
Tongue in the letter of vocabulary
it come and go whenever necessary
Yes i cuffed that
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 constant natural trip
My natural state is bat
Do I some molly? No ma'am, Al Bundy
Marcy haircut, Daria attitude
Marty Air mags, pardon 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 long Lionel Richie, Vince Vaughn
And I'll stretch my shit out Cardiff Giant off a plane
is an innocuous 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 slain parental
Orphan rap, endorphin rap, dolphin
Wait...how'd that get in there, aww too
black, multiple characters, same actor Jean
With a St Patricks Day theme,
An almanac of narratives, in back of me
With a quaint braggish Grae
Blink, and you''ll miss it
But I'm glad you listened
And that the who get it
damn well they spread it
If it's thin as pancetta you do could it better
I'm like the Whoville anthem and mascot forget it
Imagine Bambaataa in in 76
a Cosby sweater on
how hot I am
Then imagine Dorothy in Alaska in 1926 sitting a bar
how hot I am

Many levels of
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 couldn't say that with a straight I'm way too honest
I'll push you in the Gowanus for
punch 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 would have fucked Mc

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

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