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

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

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 torture kits kept in a separate bin
boyfriend!

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

Stegosaurus, Chuck Norris a thesaurus
Yes, of course, a of warrants
You want some? 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 to address 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 form I'm Desert Storm
for destruction, there's no suppressant for
Aggressive, forceful, and less in every 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 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 back with it, and got slapped with a Colin Kaepernick practice sock

One ball and half a Apple Watch

Cracked axle, walked in a Bass Pro Shop with David Hasselhoff
Tabasco 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 this bitch a doggie biscuit, you call me
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 ends
There's not a bitch on earth I can be monogamous with
non-existent

Robin Thicke with a throbbin' dick on some suave and slick shit, but I derivatives at bitches like fuckin' missile launchers
Misfit, blond, and
I've gone ballistic, with a frostin' tip kit
Screamed, "I hate blondes!" and one...
I'm

Love to start
Shovin' Clark Kent's undergarments in the glove compartment of the bucket, bumpin' Sparxxx
I'm double up at Targets, trouble causer, a double crosser,
shadiest mothafucka you'll come across
Olympic gymnast, known for "some assaults"
A couple lawsuits, enough to a stomach ulcer
Same damn brain scan results as
Something's aweful when Dustin Hoffman's dressin' up in your costume
on dancin' to "Brain Damage,"
What's the problem? wrong, the name brand is back to reclaim status

Run the faucet, I'mma dunk a bunch of Trump supporters
up on 'em in Ray-Bans 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 escape
Three-inch blade on point, like a

Consider me a dangerous man, but you should be of this dang candidate
You say Trump don't kiss ass like a puppet he runs his campaign with his own cash for the fundin'
And that's what you wanted, a fuckin' loose 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 first of business
once I get in
Second thing that'll make me walkin' 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 it snappy

to friction and static
Addict who 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 laser tag vest and a racin' with a gauge to blast it, and sped away in the station wagon
Stacey Dash's and Casey Anthony's crazy asses in the backseat 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 Roof through the windshield of the
he spins like a pinwheel and begins feelin'
like a windmiller with a thin build his skin's peelin',
and skids 'til he a cement pillar
Swing for the like Prince Fielder, knock it into the upper peninsula
You wanna go 'zilla, The Rap God?
When will I quit? Never been
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, avenge binge
Fill a syringe, I...

first blood
Even pop shit on my pop shit, and popular
Couldn't be more cause you're innocence I robbed you of
my fingers that got stuck up
Taught ya ta, not give a slapstick hockey

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 'cause I'm into objects that are sharp when I shop, and it's not a shock, I'm such an 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 grappling with your time traveling me
Try and follow, as I wobble, relapse history, with a flask of the whiskey
Tip it back I'm twisting wine bottles like what happened to Chris Reeve's spine column
the plan of attack when I'm fixing my problems
Wish my chest wasn't to get these rhymes off 'em
But the fact that I have so many rappers against me mind
And why I come back on these faggots who diss me is more of a spectacular mystery than a fucking Agatha Christie crime novel!

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

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

Molly, I'm off you
Man, light kush
You're my first take, nail you
lie, I gush
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 some Anheuser Busch
Jeans too small, least three pant
mushed against your damn side, your puss
and thighs are
What kind of that?
I'm ready to be
Psychopath, bet you get it poppin' like a flat

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

Hard to describe in
Startling, violent, perhaps are things that come to as soon as I start spitting rhymes like that
And you aren't 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 such a