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

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

with the endorphins of a pathetic 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 vendettas men
is forced in 'till there's shredded foreskin
Reddish torn, and they're bein' fed a portion
Bed sores, and shins, pregnant whores can get abortions
Fetish for stickin' metal in, self-absorption
Skeletor, I went to Hell and fell a
A predator, I'm for competitors
Better warn 'em, what I in tact and a set of morals
I make up for in metaphors like a cosmetic

Stegosaurus, Norris with a thesaurus
Yes, of course, a of warrants
You want some? and get some, boys!
I'm givin' Daniel a refresher course on excessive force and pressure points,
and dressin' George Zimmerman in a fluorescent orange dress and inch heels to address the court
a bullseye on his back
His chest, and torso are left on the doorsteps 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 every
Unpleasant, hello, gorgeous!
The rebel with devil horns 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 autograph for asshole cop's daughter
Laughed 'cause I called her a brat on it, he spat on it, and brought it back 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 front axle, in a Bass Pro Shop with David Hasselhoff
Pulled Tabasco sauce out of my
Knocked over a 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 biscuit, you call me misogynistic?
Bitch, get to this dick!
spas in this bitch, slob on it with gobs of lipstick
Got a list for you to run some odds and ends with
There's not a bitch on this earth I can be with
She's

Robin Thicke with a throbbin' dick on some suave and slick shit, but I shout derivatives at bitches 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 in the glove compartment of the bucket, bumpin' Bubba Sparxxx
I'm double up at Targets, trouble causer, a double crosser,
mothafucka 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 Dustin Hoffman's dressin' up in your mummy costume
on dancin' to "Brain Damage,"
What's the problem? Nothing's wrong, the name brand is to reclaim status

Run the faucet, I'mma 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 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 cannon 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 me happy's walkin' up to Uncle Sam naked, laughin', dick cupped in hand, screamin', "Fuck safe sex!"
Throw a latex and an AIDS at him!
Tell I run this land, and I want the rubber banned, and make it snappy

Addiction to friction and
Addict who can't escape the
to chase the dragon, but as fate would have it,
I walked 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 wagon
Stacey Dash's and Casey Anthony's asses in the backseat throwin' Stayfree pads at me
Dead in the passenger seat
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 threw it at me encased in

And send Roof through the windshield of the Benz
he spins like a pinwheel and begins feelin'
like a windmiller with a thin build his skin's peelin',
and skids he hits a cement pillar
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 than Prince in a chinchilla or Ben Stiller in a suspense thriller
killer, avenge syllable binge
Fill a syringe, I...

first blood
Even pop shit on my pop shit, and it's
Couldn't be more awkwarder cause you're innocence I you of
It's my fingers got stuck up
Taught ya ta, not give a 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 'cause I'm objects that are sharp when I shop, and it's not a shock, I'm such an obnoxious fucker...
The Rock Hudson of 'cause 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 quickly
My squabbles, I'm grappling with time traveling with me
Try and follow, as I wobble, relapse history, with a flask of the whiskey
Tip it then I'm twisting wine bottles like what happened to Chris Reeve's spine column
That's the of attack when I'm fixing my problems
Wish my chest having to get these rhymes off 'em
But the fact that I so many rappers against me mind boggles
And why I haven't come back on these faggots who diss me is more of a mystery than a fucking Agatha Christie crime novel!

But my is wearing thin
Swear I been rubbing shit in your face 'til I smear it in
Diss you in every lyric until you fear the pen and never appear 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
You're my take, I'll nail you
Can't lie, I
If I won you over, you would be the prize
I'm entranced by your looks, come and give the Shady a push
You can get it in the can some Anheuser Busch
Jeans too small, three pant sizes
Tush mushed against your damn side, puss
and are squished
What kind of attire's
I'm ready to be
Psychopath, bet you get it poppin' like a flat

Light the match to ignite the
Got knives to slash and hermaphrodites in half
Piper might just have to picket 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 surprised at that, but as far as lines I rap,
and these bars, wouldn't dial it back if I 69'ed the track

Why am I a dick?