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

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

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

Use intercourse to settle scores women who have vendettas towards men
Dickhead is forced in there's shredded foreskin
torn, and they're only bein' fed a portion
Bed sores, and sore shins, pregnant can get abortions
Fetish for stickin' metal in, self-absorption
Skeletor, I went to Hell and fell a
A predator, I'm for competitors
Better 'em, what I lack in tact and a set of morals
I make up for in metaphors like a cosmetic

Stegosaurus, Chuck Norris a thesaurus
Yes, of course, a of warrants
You some? Come and get some, boys!
I'm givin' Daniel Pantaleo a refresher on excessive force and pressure points,
and dressin' George Zimmerman in a fluorescent orange and four inch heels to address the court
with a on his back
His chest, and torso are left on the doorsteps of Trayvon's dad as a present 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 yellow 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 Dukes with the hazards on at a traffic stop gettin' harassed, signed an autograph for this asshole cop's daughter
Laughed I called her a brat on it, he spat on it, and brought it back lookin' half in shock
Had a attack, and dropped dead
Started fallin' back with it, and got with a Colin Kaepernick practice sock

One ball and half a Apple Watch

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

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

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

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

Run the faucet, dunk a bunch of Trump supporters underwater
Snuck up on 'em in in a gray van with a spray tan
It's a wrap, like an ACE

persona, to my last DNA strand
E&J in the waistband, at the VMAs the stagehand
She kielbasa
Pre-arrange an plan
Three-inch on point, like a See-and-Say

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

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

Addiction to friction and
Addict who escape the habit
Continue to chase the dragon, but as would have it,
I walked up in Major Magics as the maintenance man in a laser tag vest and a racin' jacket with a gauge to blast it, and sped away in the station wagon
Dash's and Casey Anthony's crazy asses in the backseat throwin' Stayfree pads at me
Dead in the passenger seat
Unfasten the safety latches, and slam on the in traffic so hard I snapped the relocation brackets for the monster tires
'finna get a murder case and catch it like you it at me encased in plastic

And Dylann Roof through the windshield of the Benz
until he spins like a and begins feelin'
like a with a thin build while his skin's peelin',
and skids 'til he hits a cement
Swing for the fence Prince Fielder, knock it into the upper peninsula
You go against 'zilla, The Rap God?
When will I quit? Never realer
The in-stiller of fear, not even a scintilla of doubt whose pens iller than Prince in a chinchilla or Ben Stiller in a thriller
killer, avenge syllable binge
Fill a syringe, I...

Draw first
pop shit on my pop shit, and it's popular
Couldn't be more cause you're innocence I robbed you of
my fingers that got stuck up
Taught ya ta, not give a 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 that are sharp when I shop, and it's not a shock, I'm such an obnoxious fucker...
The Hudson of rock 'cause 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 on the wrist, be warned
I'm unravelin'
My squabbles, I'm with your time traveling with me
Try and follow, as I wobble, relapse into history, with a flask of the
Tip it back I'm twisting wine bottles like what happened to Chris Reeve's spine column
That's the plan of attack when I'm fixing my
my chest wasn't having to get these rhymes off 'em
But the that I have so many rappers against me mind boggles
And why I haven't come back on these faggots who diss me is of a spectacular mystery than a fucking Agatha Christie crime novel!

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

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

Molly, I'm off you
Man, light kush
my first take, I'll nail you
Can't lie, I
If I won you over, you would be the prize
I'm entranced by your looks, come and the Shady franchise a push
You can get it in the can like some Anheuser
too small, least three pant sizes
Tush against 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 to ignite the wrath
Got knives to slash and slice hermaphrodites in
Piper Chapman might just to picket me like a scab

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

Why am I a dick?