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

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

Born with the endorphins of a orphan
Endless source and reservoir of cords 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 have vendettas men
Dickhead is in 'till there's shredded foreskin
torn, and they're only bein' fed a portion
Bed sores, and sore shins, pregnant can get abortions
for stickin' metal forks in, self-absorption
Skeletor, I to Hell and fell a floor
A predator, I'm headed for
Better 'em, what I lack in tact and a set of morals
I make up for in metaphors like a cosmetic

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 on excessive force and pressure points,
and dressin' George in a fluorescent orange dress and four inch 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 Desert
Appetite for destruction, no suppressant for
Aggressive, forceful, and less in every morsel
Unpleasant, hello, gorgeous!
The rebel with devil horns just off the yellow 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 autograph for asshole cop's daughter
Laughed 'cause I 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' back 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 Tabasco sauce out of my
Knocked over a fisherman's 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 bitch, slob on it with gobs of lipstick
Got a shoppin' list for you to run odds and ends with
There's not a bitch on this I can be monogamous with
non-existent

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

Love to start
Shovin' Clark Kent's undergarments in the glove compartment of the bucket, Bubba Sparxxx
I'm double parkin' up at Targets, trouble causer, a crosser,
shadiest mothafucka you'll ever come
gymnast, been known for "some assaults"
A lawsuits, enough to cause a stomach ulcer
Same damn brain scan results as
Something's when Dustin Hoffman's dressin' up in your mummy costume
on dancin' to "Brain Damage,"
What's the problem? Nothing's wrong, the name brand is back to 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 kielbasa
Pre-arrange an escape
Three-inch blade on point, a See-and-Say

Consider me a dangerous man, but you should be afraid of dang candidate
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 fuckin' loose cannon who's blunt with his hand on the button who have to answer to no one?
idea!

If I was president "gettin' off" is the first 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!
Tell Congress I run this land, and I want the rubber banned, and make it

Addiction to 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 maintenance man in a laser tag vest and a racin' jacket with a gauge to blast it, and sped in the station wagon
Stacey Dash's and Casey 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 brackets for the monster tires
'finna get a murder case and catch it you threw it at me encased in plastic

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

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

The 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 such an obnoxious fucker...
The Rock Hudson of rock 'cause who would have thought this much of a cocksucker to go the buttocks of Vivica Fox with a box cutter?

was for 50

Little on the wrist, be warned
I'm quickly
My squabbles, I'm grappling with your time traveling me
Try and follow, as I wobble, relapse into history, with a of the whiskey
Tip it then I'm twisting wine bottles like what 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 I have so many rappers against 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 thin
Swear I contemplatin' rubbing shit in your face 'til I smear it in
Diss you in every lyric until you the pen and never appear again if you actually had fuckin' careers 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, some kush
You're my first take, I'll you
lie, I gush
If I won you over, you be the grand prize
I'm entranced by your looks, come and the Shady franchise a push
You can get it in the can some Anheuser Busch
Jeans too small, three pant sizes
mushed against your damn side, your puss
and are squished
What kind of attire's
I'm to be rode
Psychopath, bet you get it poppin' like a flat

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

to describe in fact
Startling, violent, perhaps are things come to mind as soon as I start spitting rhymes like that
And you aren't really 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 a dick?