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

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

Born with the of a pathetic orphan
source 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 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 can get abortions
Fetish for metal forks in, self-absorption
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 store

Stegosaurus, Chuck Norris with a
Yes, of course, a of warrants
You some? Come and get some, boys!
I'm givin' Daniel Pantaleo a refresher on excessive force and pressure points,
and dressin' George Zimmerman in a fluorescent orange dress and four inch to address 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 form I'm Desert Storm
Appetite for destruction, there's no for
Aggressive, forceful, and less remorseful in every
Unpleasant, hello, gorgeous!
The rebel with devil horns just fell off the short bus

Met a contortionist said, "When you 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 harassed, signed an autograph for this asshole cop's daughter
Laughed 'cause I called her a on it, he spat on it, and brought it back lookin' half in shock
Had a heart attack, and dead
Started fallin' with it, and got slapped with a Colin Kaepernick practice sock

One and half a dick: Apple Watch

Cracked front axle, walked in a Bass Pro Shop with David
Pulled sauce out of my satchel
over 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 of lipstick
Got a shoppin' list for you to run some and ends with
There's not a on this earth I can be monogamous 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 I've gone ballistic, with a tip kit
Screamed, "I blondes!" and became one...
I'm

Love to shit
Shovin' Clark Kent's in the glove compartment of the bucket, bumpin' Bubba Sparxxx
I'm double parkin' up at Targets, causer, a double crosser,
shadiest you'll ever come across
Olympic gymnast, been for "some assaults"
A couple lawsuits, enough to cause a ulcer
damn brain scan results as Rainman's'es
Something's aweful when Dustin dressin' up in your mummy costume
on stage to "Brain Damage,"
What's the problem? Nothing's wrong, the name is back to reclaim status

Run the faucet, I'mma a bunch of Trump supporters underwater
Snuck up on 'em in Ray-Bans in a gray van with a tan
a wrap, like an ACE bandage

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

Consider me a dangerous man, but you should be of this dang candidate
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 who's blunt with his hand on the button who doesn't have to answer to no one?
idea!

If I was "gettin' off" is the first order of business
once I get in
thing that'll make 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 Congress I run land, and I want the rubber banned, and make it snappy

to friction and static
Addict who can't escape the
Continue to 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 Anthony's crazy asses in the backseat throwin' Stayfree pads at me
Dead passenger in the seat
Unfasten the safety latches, and slam on the brakes in traffic so hard I snapped the relocation brackets for the tires
'finna get a murder case and catch it like you threw it at me encased in

And send Dylann Roof the windshield of the Benz
until he like a pinwheel and begins feelin'
like a windmiller with a thin build his skin's peelin',
and 'til he hits a cement pillar
Swing for the fence like Prince Fielder, knock it into the upper
You go against 'zilla, The Rap God?
When I quit? 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, avenge syllable
a syringe, 'til 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 got stuck up
Taught ya ta, not give a slapstick hockey

The broad hunter with the sawed off 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 'cause who would have thought this much of a cocksucker to go the buttocks of Vivica Fox with a box cutter?

was for 50

Little slap on the wrist, be
I'm unravelin'
My squabbles, I'm with your time traveling with me
Try and follow, as I wobble, into history, with a flask of the whiskey
Tip it back then I'm twisting wine bottles what happened to Chris Reeve's spine column
That's the 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 rappers 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 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 direction and forget my ideas for them...

Molly, I'm off you
Man, light kush
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 some Busch
Jeans too small, least three pant
Tush mushed against damn side, your puss
and are squished
kind of attire's that?
I'm to be rode
Psychopath, bet you get it poppin' like a flat

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

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

Why am I such a