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

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

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

Use intercourse to settle scores with women who vendettas towards men
is forced in 'till there's shredded foreskin
Reddish torn, and they're bein' fed a portion
Bed sores, and sore shins, whores can get abortions
Fetish for metal forks in, self-absorption
Skeletor, I went to Hell and a floor
A predator, I'm for competitors
Better 'em, what I lack in tact and a set of morals
I make up for in metaphors like a store

Stegosaurus, Chuck Norris with a
Yes, of course, a mess of
You want some? and get some, boys!
I'm givin' Daniel a refresher course on excessive force and pressure points,
and dressin' George in a fluorescent orange dress 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 I'm Desert Storm
Appetite for destruction, there's no for
Aggressive, forceful, and less remorseful in morsel
Unpleasant, hello, gorgeous!
The rebel with devil horns fell off the yellow short bus

Met a contortionist said, "When you 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 with the hazards on at a traffic stop gettin' harassed, 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 attack, and dropped dead
Started fallin' back with it, and got slapped with a Colin Kaepernick practice

One ball and half a dick: Apple

Cracked front axle, walked in a Pro Shop with David Hasselhoff
Pulled Tabasco out of my satchel
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 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
There's not a bitch on this earth I can be with
She's

Robin 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 ballistic, with a frostin' tip kit
Screamed, "I blondes!" and became one...
I'm

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

Run the faucet, I'mma dunk a of Trump supporters underwater
Snuck up on 'em in Ray-Bans in a gray van 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 kielbasa
Pre-arrange an plan
Three-inch on point, like a See-and-Say

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

If I was president "gettin' off" is the order of business
once I get in
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 banned, and make it snappy

Addiction to and static
Addict who can't escape the
to chase the dragon, but as fate would have it,
I walked up in Major Magics dressed as the maintenance man in a laser tag and a racin' jacket with a gauge to blast it, and sped away in the station wagon
Stacey Dash's and Casey crazy asses in the backseat throwin' Stayfree pads at me
Dead in the passenger seat
Unfasten the safety latches, and slam on the brakes in traffic so hard I snapped the relocation for the monster tires
'finna get a murder and catch it like you threw it at me encased in plastic

And send Dylann Roof through the windshield of the
until he spins a pinwheel and begins feelin'
like a windmiller with a thin build his skin's peelin',
and skids 'til he a cement pillar
for the fence like Prince Fielder, knock it into the upper peninsula
You go against '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 in a chinchilla or Ben Stiller in a suspense thriller
Revenge killer, syllable binge
a syringe, 'til I...

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

The broad hunter with the sawed off like an arm 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 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 unravelin'
My squabbles, I'm grappling your time traveling with me
Try and follow, as I wobble, relapse into history, a flask of the whiskey
Tip it back then I'm twisting wine bottles like what happened to Chris Reeve's column
the plan of attack when I'm fixing my problems
Wish my chest wasn't having to get rhymes off 'em
But the fact that I so many rappers against me mind boggles
And why I haven't come back on these faggots who diss me is more of a spectacular mystery than a fucking Agatha Christie novel!

But my patience is thin
I been contemplatin' rubbing shit in your face 'til I smear it in
Diss you in every lyric until you fear the pen and never appear if you actually 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
my first take, I'll nail you
Can't lie, I
If I won you over, you would be the grand
I'm by your looks, come and give the Shady franchise a push
You can get it in the can like Anheuser Busch
Jeans too small, least three sizes
Tush mushed against your damn side, puss
and are squished
What kind of attire's
I'm to be rode
Psychopath, bet you we'll get it like a flat

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

to describe 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 dial it if I star 69'ed the track

Why am I a dick?