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

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

Born with the endorphins of a orphan
Endless and reservoir of extension 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 who have vendettas towards men
Dickhead is forced in 'till there's shredded
torn, and they're only bein' fed a portion
Bed sores, and sore shins, pregnant whores can get
Fetish for stickin' metal forks in,
Skeletor, I went to Hell and a floor
A predator, I'm for competitors
warn 'em, what I lack in tact and a set of morals
I make up for in metaphors like a cosmetic

Stegosaurus, Chuck Norris a thesaurus
Yes, of course, a of warrants
You some? Come and get some, boys!
I'm givin' Daniel Pantaleo a course on excessive force and pressure points,
and dressin' George Zimmerman in a fluorescent orange dress and four inch heels to the court
with a on his back
His whole chest, and torso are left on the of Trayvon's dad as a present for him!

In my present form I'm Storm
Appetite for destruction, no suppressant for
Aggressive, forceful, and less in every morsel
Unpleasant, hello, gorgeous!
The rebel with horns just fell off the yellow 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 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' half in
Had a attack, and dropped dead
Started fallin' back with it, and got with a Colin Kaepernick practice sock

One and half a dick: Apple Watch

Cracked axle, walked in a Bass Pro Shop with David 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 a doggie biscuit, you call me misogynistic?
Bitch, get to massagin' dick!
Like spas in this bitch, slob on it with 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
non-existent

Robin Thicke with a throbbin' dick on 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

to start shit
Shovin' Clark Kent's undergarments in the glove of the bucket, bumpin' Bubba 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 a stomach ulcer
Same damn brain 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 reclaim

Run the faucet, I'mma dunk a bunch of Trump underwater
Snuck up on 'em in Ray-Bans in a gray van with a 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 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 '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 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', 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 banned, and make it snappy

Addiction to friction and
who can't escape the habit
Continue to chase the dragon, but as fate would it,
I walked up in Major Magics dressed as the maintenance man in a laser tag vest and a racin' jacket with a 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 passenger in the passenger
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 like you it at me encased in plastic

And send Dylann through the windshield of the Benz
until he spins like a pinwheel and feelin'
a windmiller with a thin build while his skin's peelin',
and skids he hits a cement pillar
Swing for the fence like Prince Fielder, knock it into the peninsula
You wanna go 'zilla, The Rap God?
When will I Never been realer
The in-stiller of fear, not even a scintilla of whose pens iller than Prince in a chinchilla or Ben Stiller in a suspense thriller
Revenge killer, syllable binge
Fill a syringe, I...

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

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

But my patience is thin
Swear I been contemplatin' rubbing in your face 'til I smear it in
Diss you in every lyric until you fear the pen and appear again if you actually had fuckin' careers to end

But then I think of Molly Qerim and I steer 'em in that and forget my ideas for them...

Molly, I'm off you
Man, light some
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 looks, come and give the Shady franchise a push
You can get it in the can like some Anheuser
Jeans too small, least three pant
Tush mushed against your damn side, puss
and thighs are
What kind of attire's
I'm to be rode
Psychopath, bet you we'll get it poppin' a flat

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

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

Why am I a dick?