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Jumped out of the 2nd floor of a record store with a Treacherous cassette
and a cassette
in Ecuador Edward Norton

Witness the metamorphosis of a legend growin' like an expert swordsman from the Hessian war and hence the origin of the Horseman

with the endorphins of a pathetic orphan
Endless source and reservoir of extension cords in dresser drawers, and deadbolts on the bedroom door, and sexual torture kits in a separate storage bin
boyfriend!

Use intercourse to scores with women who have vendettas towards men
Dickhead is forced in 'till shredded foreskin
Reddish torn, and only bein' fed a portion
Bed sores, and shins, pregnant whores can get abortions
Fetish for metal forks in, self-absorption
Skeletor, I went to and fell a floor
A predator, I'm headed for
Better warn 'em, what I lack in tact and a set of
I make up for in like a cosmetic store

Stegosaurus, Norris with a thesaurus
Yes, of course, a of warrants
You want Come and get some, boys!
I'm givin' Daniel Pantaleo a refresher course on excessive force and points,
and dressin' George Zimmerman in a fluorescent orange dress and four heels to address the court
with a on his back
His whole chest, and torso are left on the doorsteps of Trayvon's dad as a for him!

In my present form I'm Storm
Appetite for destruction, no suppressant for
Aggressive, forceful, and less remorseful in morsel
Unpleasant, hello, gorgeous!
The rebel with devil horns just fell off the short bus

Met a contortionist said, "When you get sexual?"
She said, "However I fit in schedule. I'm flexible."

Expired on the Saturn...
Got Catherine Bach in the back in Daisy Dukes with the hazards on at a stop gettin' harassed, signed an autograph for this asshole cop's daughter
Laughed 'cause I called her a brat on it, he spat on it, and brought it back lookin' in shock
Had a heart attack, and dead
Started fallin' back with it, and got with a Colin Kaepernick practice sock

One ball and a dick: Apple Watch

front axle, walked in a Bass Pro Shop with David Hasselhoff
Pulled Tabasco out of my satchel
Knocked a fisherman's tackle box and asked if they had a laugh in stock?
That was stupid...

You got it twisted, all 'cause I offered this bitch a doggie biscuit, you me misogynistic?
Bitch, get to this dick!
Like spas in this bitch, slob on it with gobs of
Got a shoppin' list for you to run some odds and ends
There's not a on this earth I can be monogamous with
She's

Robin Thicke with a throbbin' dick on some suave and slick shit, but I shout derivatives at bitches like fuckin' missile
Misfit, blond, and
Like I've gone ballistic, a frostin' tip kit
Screamed, "I hate blondes!" and one...
I'm

to start shit
Shovin' Clark Kent's undergarments in the compartment of the bucket, bumpin' Bubba Sparxxx
I'm double parkin' up at Targets, causer, a double crosser,
shadiest mothafucka you'll ever come
Olympic gymnast, been for "some assaults"
A couple lawsuits, to cause a stomach ulcer
damn brain scan results as Rainman's'es
Something's aweful Dustin Hoffman's dressin' up in your mummy costume
on dancin' to "Brain Damage,"
What's the Nothing's wrong, the name brand is back to reclaim status

Run the faucet, I'mma a bunch of Trump supporters underwater
Snuck up on 'em in Ray-Bans in a gray van with a tan
It's a wrap, an ACE bandage

Don't-give-a-fuck persona, to my last DNA
E&J in the waistband, at the with the stagehand
She kielbasa
Pre-arrange an escape
Three-inch blade on point, a See-and-Say

me a dangerous man, but you should be afraid of this dang candidate
You say Trump don't kiss ass like a puppet 'cause he his campaign with his own cash for the fundin'
And that's what you wanted, a fuckin' loose who's blunt with his hand on the button who doesn't have to answer to no one?
idea!

If I was president "gettin' off" is the first of business
once I get in
Second thing that'll make me happy's walkin' up to Uncle Sam naked, laughin', cupped in hand, screamin', "Fuck safe sex!"
Throw a latex and an AIDS at him!
Congress I run this land, and I want the rubber banned, and make it snappy

Addiction to friction and
Addict who can't the habit
Continue to chase the dragon, but as fate have it,
I walked up in Major Magics dressed as the maintenance man in a laser tag vest and a racin' jacket a gauge to blast it, and sped away in the station wagon
Stacey Dash's and Casey crazy asses in the backseat throwin' Stayfree pads at me
Dead in the passenger seat
Unfasten the safety latches, and slam on the brakes in traffic so hard I snapped the relocation for the monster tires
'finna get a murder case and catch it like you threw it at me encased in

And Dylann Roof through the windshield of the Benz
until he like a pinwheel and begins feelin'
like a with a thin build while his skin's peelin',
and 'til he hits a cement pillar
Swing for the fence like Fielder, knock it into the upper peninsula
You wanna go 'zilla, The Rap God?
When will I quit? been realer
The in-stiller of fear, not even a scintilla of doubt whose pens iller than Prince in a or Ben Stiller in a suspense thriller
Revenge killer, avenge binge
Fill a syringe, I...

first blood
Even pop on my pop shit, and it's popular
Couldn't be more awkwarder cause innocence I robbed you of
It's my that got stuck up
Taught ya ta, not a slapstick hockey puck

The broad hunter with the sawed off like an arm when it's lopped off of ya, but I'm not gonna get the shotgun or the Glock I'm gonna opt for the ox 'cause I'm into objects that are sharp when I shop, and it's not a shock, I'm an obnoxious fucker...
The Rock Hudson of rock who would have thought this much of a cocksucker to go across the buttocks of Vivica Fox with a box cutter?

was for 50

Little slap on the wrist, be
I'm unravelin'
My squabbles, I'm grappling with your traveling with me
Try and follow, as I wobble, relapse into history, with a of the whiskey
Tip it back then I'm wine bottles like what happened to Chris Reeve's spine column
That's the plan of attack when I'm my problems
my chest wasn't having to get these rhymes off 'em
But the fact that I have so many rappers me mind boggles
And why I haven't come back on these who diss me is more of a spectacular mystery than a fucking Agatha Christie crime novel!

But my patience is wearing
Swear I been rubbing shit in your face 'til I smear it in
Diss you in every lyric until you fear the pen and never appear again if you actually had fuckin' to end

But then I think of Molly Qerim and I steer 'em in that direction and my ideas for them...

Molly, I'm off you
Man, light kush
You're my first take, I'll you
lie, I gush
If I won you over, you would be the prize
I'm entranced by your looks, and give the Shady franchise a push
You can get it in the can like some Anheuser
Jeans too small, least three pant
Tush mushed your damn side, your puss
and thighs are
What kind of that?
I'm to be rode
Psychopath, bet you get it poppin' like a flat

Light the match to the wrath
Got to slash and slice hermaphrodites in half
Piper Chapman might just have to me like a scab

Hard to describe in
Startling, violent, perhaps are things that come to mind as soon as I spitting rhymes like that
And you aren't really surprised at that, but as far as lines I rap,
and these bars, wouldn't dial it back if I 69'ed the track

Why am I a dick?