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

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

Born with the endorphins of a pathetic
Endless source and reservoir of extension cords in 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 forced in there's shredded foreskin
Reddish torn, and they're only bein' fed a
Bed sores, and sore shins, pregnant whores can get
Fetish for metal forks in, self-absorption
Skeletor, I to Hell and fell a floor
A predator, I'm for competitors
Better warn 'em, I lack in tact and a set of morals
I make up for in metaphors a cosmetic store

Stegosaurus, Chuck Norris with a
Yes, of course, a of warrants
You want 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 heels to address the court
a bullseye on his back
His whole chest, and torso are left on the of Trayvon's dad as a present for him!

In my present I'm Desert Storm
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."

Expired on the Saturn...
Got Catherine Bach in the back in Daisy Dukes with the hazards on at a traffic gettin' harassed, signed an autograph for this 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 with it, and got slapped with a Colin Kaepernick practice

One ball and a dick: Apple Watch

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

You got it twisted, all 'cause I offered this bitch a doggie biscuit, you call me
Bitch, get to massagin' dick!
spas in this bitch, slob on it with gobs of lipstick
Got a shoppin' list for you to run odds and ends with
There's not a on this 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 fuckin' launchers
Misfit, blond, and
I've gone 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 parkin' up at Targets, trouble causer, a double crosser,
shadiest mothafucka you'll ever across
Olympic gymnast, known for "some assaults"
A couple lawsuits, enough to cause a stomach
damn brain scan results as Rainman's'es
Something's aweful Dustin Hoffman's dressin' up in your mummy costume
on dancin' to "Brain Damage,"
What's the problem? Nothing's wrong, the brand is back to reclaim status

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

persona, to my last DNA strand
E&J in the waistband, at the with the stagehand
She wants
an escape plan
Three-inch blade on point, like a

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

Addiction to and static
who can't 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 tag vest and a racin' jacket with a gauge to blast it, and sped away in the station wagon
Stacey Dash's and Casey Anthony's crazy asses in the backseat throwin' Stayfree at me
Dead in the passenger 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 it like you threw it at me encased in plastic

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

Draw blood
Even pop shit on my pop shit, and popular
Couldn't be more awkwarder cause you're innocence I you of
my fingers that got stuck 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 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 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 quickly
My squabbles, I'm with your time traveling with me
Try and follow, as I wobble, into history, with a flask 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 attack I'm fixing my problems
Wish my chest wasn't having to get rhymes off 'em
But the fact that I have so many rappers against me mind
And why I haven't come back on these faggots who diss me is more of a spectacular mystery than a 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 fear the pen and never appear again if you actually had fuckin' to end

But then I think of Molly Qerim and I steer 'em in 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 grand
I'm entranced by looks, come and give the Shady franchise a push
You can get it in the can some Anheuser Busch
Jeans too small, least three sizes
Tush against your damn side, your puss
and thighs are
What kind of that?
I'm to be rode
Psychopath, bet you we'll get it like a flat

Light the to ignite the wrath
Got knives to and slice hermaphrodites in half
Piper Chapman just have to picket me like a scab

to describe in fact
Startling, violent, perhaps are things that come to 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, dial it back if I star 69'ed the track

Why am I such a