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

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

Use intercourse to settle scores with women who have towards men
Dickhead is forced in 'till there's shredded
Reddish torn, and they're bein' fed a portion
Bed sores, and sore shins, pregnant can get abortions
Fetish for stickin' forks in, self-absorption
Skeletor, I went to Hell and fell a
A predator, I'm headed for
Better warn 'em, I lack in tact and a set of morals
I make up for in like a cosmetic store

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

In my present form I'm Desert
for destruction, there's 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 in Daisy Dukes with the hazards on at a traffic stop gettin' harassed, signed an autograph for this asshole cop's daughter
Laughed 'cause I called her a brat on it, he 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 sock

One and half a dick: Apple Watch

Cracked front axle, in a Bass Pro Shop with David Hasselhoff
Pulled Tabasco sauce out of my
Knocked a fisherman's tackle box and asked 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, slob on it gobs of lipstick
Got a shoppin' list for you to run some and ends with
There's not a bitch on this I can be monogamous with
non-existent

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

to start shit
Shovin' Clark Kent's in the glove compartment of the bucket, bumpin' Bubba Sparxxx
I'm double up at Targets, trouble causer, a double crosser,
shadiest mothafucka you'll ever come
gymnast, been known for "some assaults"
A lawsuits, enough to cause a stomach ulcer
Same brain scan results as Rainman's'es
Something's aweful when Dustin Hoffman's dressin' up in your mummy
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 bunch of 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 the stagehand
She wants
Pre-arrange an plan
Three-inch blade on point, like a

Consider me a dangerous man, but you should be afraid of 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 have to answer to no
idea!

If I was president "gettin' off" is the first 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 test at him!
Tell Congress I run land, and I want the rubber banned, and make it snappy

Addiction to friction and
who can't escape the habit
Continue to chase the dragon, but as would 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 Anthony's crazy asses in the backseat throwin' Stayfree pads at me
Dead passenger in the passenger
Unfasten the latches, and slam on the brakes in traffic so hard I snapped the relocation brackets for the monster tires
'finna get a murder and catch it like 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 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 the upper peninsula
You wanna go 'zilla, The Rap God?
When I quit? Never been realer
The of fear, not even a scintilla of doubt whose pens iller than Prince in a chinchilla or Ben Stiller in a suspense thriller
Revenge killer, syllable binge
Fill a syringe, I...

Draw first
Even pop shit on my pop shit, and it's
Couldn't be more awkwarder cause you're I robbed you of
It's my fingers that got up
Taught ya ta, not 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 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 have thought this much of a cocksucker to go across the buttocks of Vivica Fox a box cutter?

was for 50

Little slap on the wrist, be
I'm unravelin'
My squabbles, I'm grappling with your traveling with me
Try and follow, as I wobble, relapse into history, with a of the whiskey
Tip it back then I'm twisting bottles like what happened to Chris Reeve's spine column
That's the plan of attack when I'm fixing my
Wish my chest wasn't having to get rhymes off 'em
But the fact I have so many rappers 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
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 again if you actually had careers to end

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

Molly, I'm off you
Man, light kush
You're my first take, nail you
Can't lie, I
If I won you over, you would be the prize
I'm entranced by your looks, come and the Shady franchise a push
You can get it in the can like Anheuser Busch
Jeans too small, least three pant
Tush mushed against damn side, your 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 picket me like a

Hard to describe in
Startling, violent, perhaps are things that come to mind as soon as I start spitting rhymes like
And you aren't really at that, but as far as these lines I rap,
and these bars, wouldn't dial it back if I star 69'ed the

Why am I such a