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

Witness the metamorphosis of a legend growin' like an expert swordsman from the Hessian war and hence the 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 torture kits kept in a separate storage bin
boyfriend!

Use intercourse to settle scores women who have vendettas towards men
Dickhead is in 'till there's shredded foreskin
Reddish torn, and they're only bein' fed a
Bed sores, and sore shins, whores can get abortions
Fetish for stickin' metal in, self-absorption
Skeletor, I went to Hell and a floor
A predator, I'm headed for
Better warn 'em, what I 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 mess of
You want Come and get some, boys!
I'm givin' Daniel Pantaleo a refresher course on excessive and pressure points,
and dressin' George Zimmerman in a fluorescent orange dress and four inch to address the court
a bullseye 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 Storm
Appetite for destruction, no suppressant 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."

Expired 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 'cause I called her a brat on it, he spat on it, and brought it lookin' half in shock
Had a heart attack, and dropped
Started fallin' back it, and got slapped with a Colin Kaepernick practice sock

One ball and half a dick: Watch

Cracked axle, walked in a Bass Pro Shop with David Hasselhoff
Pulled Tabasco out of my satchel
Knocked over a fisherman's tackle box and if they had a laugh in stock?
That was stupid...

You got it twisted, all I offered this bitch a doggie biscuit, you call me misogynistic?
Bitch, get to this dick!
Like spas in this bitch, on it with gobs of lipstick
Got a shoppin' list for you to run some odds and ends
not a bitch on this earth I can be monogamous with
She's

Robin Thicke with a throbbin' 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 hate blondes!" and one...
I'm

Love to start
Shovin' Clark Kent's in the glove compartment of the bucket, bumpin' Bubba Sparxxx
I'm double parkin' up at Targets, trouble causer, a crosser,
shadiest you'll ever 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 aweful when Hoffman's dressin' up in your mummy costume
on dancin' to "Brain Damage,"
What's the problem? Nothing's wrong, the name is back to reclaim status

Run the faucet, dunk a bunch 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

Don't-give-a-fuck persona, to my last DNA
E&J in the waistband, at the VMAs the stagehand
She wants
an escape plan
Three-inch on point, like a See-and-Say

me a dangerous man, but you should be afraid of this dang 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' loose cannon who's blunt with his hand on the button who doesn't 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 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 want the rubber banned, and make it

Addiction to and static
who can't escape the habit
Continue to the dragon, but as fate would have it,
I walked up in Major Magics dressed as the man in a laser tag vest and a racin' jacket with a gauge to blast it, and sped 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 traffic so hard I snapped the relocation brackets for the tires
'finna get a murder case and catch it like you it at me encased in plastic

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

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

The broad 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 across the buttocks of Vivica Fox 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 history, with a flask of the whiskey
Tip it back then I'm wine bottles like what happened to Chris Reeve's spine column
That's the plan of attack when I'm fixing my
my chest wasn't having 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 faggots who diss me is more of a spectacular mystery than a fucking Agatha Christie novel!

But my patience is wearing
Swear I been contemplatin' rubbing shit in your face 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 Qerim and I steer 'em in that direction and forget my ideas for them...

Molly, I'm off you
Man, light kush
You're my first take, I'll you
lie, I gush
If I won you over, you would be the prize
I'm entranced by your looks, and give the Shady franchise a push
You can get it in the can like Anheuser Busch
too small, least three pant sizes
Tush mushed against damn side, your puss
and thighs are
What kind of that?
I'm ready to be
Psychopath, bet you we'll get it poppin' like a

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

Hard to describe in
Startling, violent, perhaps are things that come to mind as soon as I start 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 back if I star the track

Why am I a dick?