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

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

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

Use to settle scores with women who have vendettas towards men
Dickhead is forced in 'till there's foreskin
Reddish torn, and only bein' fed a portion
Bed sores, and shins, pregnant whores 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 up for in metaphors like a cosmetic store

Stegosaurus, Chuck with a thesaurus
Yes, of course, a of warrants
You some? Come and get some, boys!
I'm givin' Daniel Pantaleo a refresher course on force and pressure points,
and dressin' George Zimmerman in a fluorescent orange dress and four inch heels to address the
with a bullseye on his
His whole chest, and torso are left on the doorsteps of dad as a present for him!

In my present form I'm Storm
Appetite for destruction, no suppressant for
Aggressive, forceful, and remorseful in every morsel
Unpleasant, hello, gorgeous!
The rebel with devil horns just off the yellow 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 in Daisy 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 heart attack, and dead
Started fallin' with it, and got slapped with a Colin Kaepernick practice sock

One and half a dick: Apple Watch

front axle, walked in a Bass Pro Shop with David Hasselhoff
Pulled sauce out of my satchel
Knocked over a 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 call me
Bitch, get to massagin' dick!
Like spas in this bitch, slob on it with gobs of
Got a shoppin' list for you to run some and ends with
There's not a bitch on this 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 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' Clark undergarments in the glove compartment of the bucket, bumpin' Bubba Sparxxx
I'm parkin' up at Targets, trouble causer, a double crosser,
mothafucka you'll ever come across
Olympic gymnast, been for "some assaults"
A couple lawsuits, enough to a stomach ulcer
Same damn brain results as Rainman's'es
Something's aweful when Dustin Hoffman's dressin' up in your 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 dunk a bunch of Trump supporters
up on 'em in Ray-Bans 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 wants
Pre-arrange an plan
Three-inch blade on point, like a

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

If I was "gettin' off" is the first order of business
I get in office
Second thing that'll make me happy's walkin' up to Uncle Sam naked, laughin', dick cupped in hand, screamin', "Fuck sex!"
Throw a latex and an AIDS at him!
Tell 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 the dragon, but as fate would have it,
I walked up in Major Magics dressed as the maintenance man in a laser tag vest and a 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 passenger
Unfasten the safety latches, and slam on the brakes in traffic so hard I snapped the relocation brackets for the tires
'finna get a case and catch it like you threw it at me encased in plastic

And send Dylann Roof through the windshield of the
until he spins like a pinwheel and begins
like a windmiller with a build while his skin's peelin',
and skids 'til he hits a pillar
Swing for the fence like Prince Fielder, knock it the upper peninsula
You wanna go against 'zilla, The Rap
When will I Never been realer
The in-stiller of fear, not even a scintilla of doubt whose pens than Prince in a chinchilla or Ben Stiller in a suspense thriller
Revenge killer, syllable binge
a syringe, 'til I...

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

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 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 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, into history, with a flask of the whiskey
Tip it back then I'm twisting wine bottles like happened to Chris Reeve's spine column
That's the of attack when I'm fixing my problems
Wish my chest wasn't to get these rhymes off 'em
But the fact that I have so rappers against me mind boggles
And why I haven't back on these faggots 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 had fuckin' careers to end

But I think of Molly Qerim 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 prize
I'm entranced by looks, come and give the Shady franchise a push
You can get it in the can like some Busch
Jeans too small, least three pant
Tush mushed against your side, your puss
and are squished
kind of attire's that?
I'm to be rode
Psychopath, bet you we'll get it poppin' a flat

Light the match to ignite the
Got knives to slash and hermaphrodites in half
Piper Chapman might just to picket me like a scab

Hard to in fact
Startling, violent, perhaps are 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 these I rap,
and these bars, wouldn't it back if I star 69'ed the track

Why am I a dick?