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Jumped out of the 2nd floor of a store with a Treacherous Four cassette
and a cassette
in Ecuador with 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 of a pathetic orphan
Endless source and reservoir of extension cords in dresser drawers, and deadbolts on the door, and sexual torture kits kept in a separate storage bin
boyfriend!

Use intercourse to scores with women who have vendettas towards men
Dickhead is in 'till there's shredded foreskin
Reddish torn, and they're only fed a portion
Bed sores, and sore shins, whores can get abortions
Fetish for stickin' metal forks in,
Skeletor, I went to Hell and fell a
A predator, I'm for competitors
Better warn 'em, I lack in tact and a set of morals
I make up for in metaphors like a cosmetic

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

In my present form I'm Desert
Appetite for destruction, no suppressant for
Aggressive, forceful, and less remorseful in morsel
Unpleasant, hello, gorgeous!
The rebel with devil horns just fell off the yellow bus

Met a said, "When you wanna 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 gettin' harassed, signed an autograph 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 heart attack, and dropped
Started back with it, and got slapped with a Colin Kaepernick practice sock

One ball and half a dick: Apple

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

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

Robin Thicke with a throbbin' dick on some 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

to start shit
Shovin' Clark Kent's undergarments in the glove compartment of the bucket, bumpin' Bubba
I'm double parkin' up at Targets, causer, a double crosser,
shadiest mothafucka you'll ever come
Olympic gymnast, been for "some assaults"
A couple lawsuits, enough to cause a stomach
damn brain scan results as Rainman's'es
Something's aweful when Dustin Hoffman's dressin' up in mummy costume
on dancin' to "Brain Damage,"
What's the problem? wrong, the name brand is back to reclaim status

Run the faucet, I'mma a bunch of Trump supporters underwater
Snuck up on 'em in in a gray van with a spray tan
It's a wrap, like an ACE

Don't-give-a-fuck persona, to my DNA strand
E&J in the waistband, at the VMAs with the
She wants
Pre-arrange an escape
Three-inch blade on point, a See-and-Say

me a dangerous man, but you should be afraid of this dang candidate
You say Trump don't kiss ass a puppet 'cause he runs his campaign with his own cash for the fundin'
And that's what you wanted, a fuckin' cannon who's blunt with his hand on the button who doesn't have 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 walkin' up to Uncle Sam naked, laughin', dick cupped in hand, screamin', "Fuck sex!"
Throw a and an AIDS test at him!
Tell I run this land, and I want the rubber banned, and make it snappy

to friction and static
Addict who escape the habit
Continue to chase the dragon, but as fate have it,
I 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 away in the station wagon
Stacey 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 I snapped the relocation brackets for the monster tires
'finna get a murder case and catch it you threw it at me encased in plastic

And send Dylann 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 skids 'til he hits a cement
Swing for the fence like Prince Fielder, it into the upper peninsula
You wanna go 'zilla, The Rap God?
When will I quit? been realer
The in-stiller of fear, not even a scintilla of doubt whose pens iller Prince in a chinchilla or Ben Stiller in a suspense thriller
Revenge killer, avenge syllable
Fill a syringe, I...

first blood
Even pop on my pop shit, and it's popular
Couldn't be more awkwarder 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 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 who would have 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 with your time traveling with me
Try and follow, as I wobble, relapse history, with a flask of the whiskey
Tip it back then I'm twisting wine bottles like 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 that I have so many against me mind boggles
And why I haven't back on these faggots who diss me is more of a spectacular mystery than a fucking Agatha Christie crime novel!

But my patience is thin
Swear I been contemplatin' rubbing shit in your 'til I smear it in
you in every lyric until you fear the pen and never appear again if you actually had fuckin' careers to end

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

Molly, I'm off you
Man, light some
You're my take, I'll nail you
lie, I gush
If I won you over, you would be the prize
I'm entranced by your looks, come and give the Shady franchise a
You can get it in the can like Anheuser Busch
Jeans too small, least three pant
Tush mushed against your side, your puss
and thighs are
What kind of attire's
I'm to be rode
Psychopath, bet you get it poppin' like a flat

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

Hard to describe in
Startling, violent, are things that 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 bars, wouldn't dial it back if I star 69'ed the track

Why am I a dick?