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Jumped out of the 2nd floor of a record store with a Four cassette
and a recorder
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 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 with women who vendettas towards men
Dickhead is forced in 'till there's shredded
Reddish torn, and they're only fed a portion
Bed sores, and sore shins, pregnant can get abortions
Fetish for stickin' forks in, self-absorption
Skeletor, I went to and fell a floor
A predator, I'm for competitors
Better warn 'em, what I lack in tact and a set of
I make up for in metaphors like a cosmetic

Stegosaurus, Chuck with a thesaurus
Yes, of course, a of warrants
You want some? 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
a bullseye on his back
His whole chest, and torso are on the doorsteps of Trayvon's dad as a present for him!

In my present form I'm Storm
Appetite for destruction, there's no 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 traffic stop gettin' harassed, signed an 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 attack, and dropped dead
Started fallin' back with it, and got slapped with a Kaepernick practice sock

One ball and half a dick: Watch

front axle, walked in a Bass Pro Shop with David Hasselhoff
Pulled Tabasco out of my satchel
over a fisherman's tackle box and asked if they had a laugh in stock?
That was 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 bitch, slob on it with gobs of lipstick
Got a shoppin' list for you to run some odds and with
not a bitch 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 missile launchers
Misfit, blond, and
Like I've ballistic, with a frostin' tip kit
Screamed, "I blondes!" and became one...
I'm

Love to shit
Shovin' Clark Kent's undergarments in the glove compartment of the bucket, bumpin' Sparxxx
I'm double up at Targets, trouble causer, a double crosser,
shadiest mothafucka you'll ever across
gymnast, been known for "some assaults"
A couple lawsuits, enough to cause a stomach
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,"
the problem? Nothing's wrong, the name brand is back to reclaim status

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

Don't-give-a-fuck persona, to my last DNA
E&J in the waistband, at the VMAs with the
She wants
an escape plan
Three-inch blade on point, 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 campaign with his own 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 president "gettin' off" is the 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 test at him!
Tell Congress I run this land, and I want the banned, and make it snappy

to friction and static
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 with a gauge to blast it, and away in the station wagon
Dash's 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 so hard I snapped the relocation brackets for the monster tires
get a murder case and catch it like you threw it at me encased in plastic

And send Roof through the windshield of the Benz
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 into the peninsula
You wanna go 'zilla, The Rap God?
When will I quit? Never realer
The of fear, not even a scintilla of doubt whose pens iller than Prince in a chinchilla or Ben Stiller in a suspense thriller
Revenge killer, avenge syllable
Fill a syringe, I...

Draw blood
Even pop shit on my pop shit, and it's
be more awkwarder cause you're innocence I robbed you of
It's my fingers that got up
Taught ya ta, not give a slapstick 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 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 slap on the wrist, be
I'm quickly
My squabbles, I'm grappling your time traveling with me
Try and follow, as I wobble, relapse into history, with a of the whiskey
Tip it back I'm twisting wine bottles like what happened to Chris Reeve's spine column
That's the plan of when I'm fixing my problems
my chest wasn't having to get these rhymes off 'em
But the fact that I have so many 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 thin
Swear I been contemplatin' rubbing shit in your face 'til I it in
Diss you in lyric until you fear the pen and never appear again if you actually had fuckin' careers to end

But then I think of Qerim and I steer 'em in that direction 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 give the Shady franchise a
You can get it in the can like some Busch
Jeans too small, least three sizes
Tush mushed against your side, your puss
and thighs are
What kind of attire's
I'm ready to be
Psychopath, bet you we'll get it like a flat

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

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

Why am I such a