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

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

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

Use intercourse to settle scores women who have vendettas towards men
is forced in 'till there's shredded foreskin
Reddish torn, and they're only fed a portion
Bed sores, and sore shins, pregnant whores can get
Fetish for stickin' metal forks in,
Skeletor, I to Hell and fell a floor
A predator, I'm headed for
Better warn 'em, I lack in tact and a set of morals
I make up for in metaphors like a cosmetic

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

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

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

tags on the Saturn...
Got Catherine Bach in the back in Daisy Dukes the hazards on at a traffic 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 half in shock
Had a attack, and dropped dead
fallin' back with it, and got slapped with a Colin Kaepernick practice sock

One ball and half a dick: Apple

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

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

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

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

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

Don't-give-a-fuck persona, to my DNA strand
E&J in the waistband, at the VMAs with the
She wants
Pre-arrange an plan
blade on point, like a See-and-Say

Consider me a dangerous man, but you should be afraid of this dang
You say Trump don't kiss ass like a puppet 'cause he runs his with his own cash for the fundin'
And that's what you wanted, a loose cannon 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 order of business
once I get in
thing that'll make me happy's walkin' up to Uncle Sam naked, laughin', dick cupped in hand, screamin', "Fuck safe sex!"
Throw a and an AIDS test at him!
Tell Congress I run land, and I want the rubber banned, and make it snappy

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

And send Dylann through the windshield of the Benz
until he spins a pinwheel and begins feelin'
a windmiller with a thin build while his skin's peelin',
and skids 'til he a cement pillar
Swing for the fence like Prince Fielder, it into the upper peninsula
You go against 'zilla, The Rap God?
When will I Never 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
killer, avenge syllable binge
Fill a syringe, I...

Draw blood
Even pop shit on my pop shit, and popular
Couldn't be more cause you're innocence I robbed you of
my fingers 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 that are sharp when I shop, and it's not a shock, I'm such an obnoxious fucker...
The Rock Hudson of rock 'cause who would have thought 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 grappling with your traveling with me
Try and follow, as I wobble, relapse into history, with a flask of the
Tip it back then I'm twisting wine like what happened to Chris Reeve's spine column
That's the of attack when I'm fixing my problems
Wish my chest 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 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 shit in your face 'til I it in
you in every lyric until you fear the pen and never appear again if you actually had fuckin' careers to end

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

Molly, I'm off you
Man, some kush
You're my take, I'll nail you
lie, I gush
If I won you over, you would be the grand
I'm entranced by your looks, and give the Shady franchise a push
You can get it in the can like Anheuser Busch
Jeans too small, least three pant
Tush mushed against damn side, your puss
and are squished
What of attire's that?
I'm ready to be
Psychopath, bet you we'll get it poppin' like a

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

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

Why am I such a