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

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

Born with the endorphins of a pathetic
Endless source and reservoir of extension cords in dresser drawers, and deadbolts on the bedroom door, and sexual torture kits kept in a storage bin
boyfriend!

Use intercourse to settle scores with who have vendettas towards men
Dickhead is forced in 'till shredded foreskin
Reddish torn, and they're only fed a portion
Bed sores, and sore shins, whores can get abortions
Fetish for metal forks in, self-absorption
Skeletor, I went to Hell and a floor
A predator, I'm headed for
Better warn 'em, what I lack in tact and a set of
I make up for in metaphors a cosmetic store

Stegosaurus, Chuck Norris a thesaurus
Yes, of course, a mess of
You want some? and get some, boys!
I'm Daniel 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 bullseye on his
His whole chest, and are left on the doorsteps of Trayvon's dad as a present for him!

In my present form I'm Storm
Appetite for destruction, there's no for
Aggressive, forceful, and remorseful in every morsel
Unpleasant, hello, gorgeous!
The rebel with devil horns just fell off the short 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 on at a traffic stop gettin' 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 dropped
fallin' back with it, and got slapped with a Colin Kaepernick practice sock

One ball and half a Apple Watch

Cracked front axle, walked in a Bass Pro Shop David Hasselhoff
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 this bitch a doggie biscuit, you call me misogynistic?
Bitch, get to massagin' dick!
spas in this bitch, slob on it with gobs of lipstick
Got a shoppin' list for you to run odds and ends with
There's not a bitch on this earth I can be with
non-existent

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

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

Run the faucet, I'mma dunk a of Trump supporters underwater
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 last DNA
E&J in the waistband, at the with the stagehand
She kielbasa
an escape plan
Three-inch blade on point, a See-and-Say

Consider me a dangerous man, but you be afraid of this dang candidate
You say Trump don't kiss ass like a puppet 'cause he runs his campaign with his own cash for the
And that's you wanted, a fuckin' loose cannon 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
I get in office
Second thing that'll make me happy's walkin' up to Uncle Sam naked, laughin', dick in hand, screamin', "Fuck safe sex!"
Throw a latex and an AIDS at him!
Congress I run this land, and I want the rubber banned, and make it snappy

Addiction to friction and
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 jacket with a gauge to blast it, and sped away in the station wagon
Stacey Dash's and Casey crazy asses in the backseat throwin' Stayfree pads at me
passenger in the passenger seat
Unfasten the safety latches, and slam on the brakes in so hard I snapped the relocation brackets for the monster tires
'finna get a murder case and catch it like you threw it at me in plastic

And send Dylann through the windshield of the Benz
until he spins a pinwheel and begins feelin'
like a windmiller a thin build while 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 Never 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, syllable binge
Fill a syringe, I...

Draw first
Even pop on my pop shit, and it's popular
Couldn't be awkwarder cause you're innocence I robbed you of
It's my fingers got stuck up
Taught ya ta, not give a slapstick puck

The broad hunter with the sawed off like an arm when it's lopped off of ya, but I'm not 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 across the of Vivica Fox with a box cutter?

was for 50

Little slap on the wrist, be
I'm quickly
My squabbles, I'm grappling with your time 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 what happened to Chris spine column
That's the plan of attack I'm fixing my problems
my chest wasn't having to get these rhymes off 'em
But the fact that I have so many rappers against me mind
And why I haven't come back on these faggots who diss me is more of a spectacular mystery than a fucking Agatha crime novel!

But my patience is wearing
Swear I contemplatin' rubbing shit in your face '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 I think 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 first take, I'll you
lie, I gush
If I won you over, you be the grand prize
I'm entranced by your looks, come and the Shady franchise a push
You can get it in the can like some Busch
Jeans too small, least three pant
Tush against your damn side, your puss
and are squished
What kind of that?
I'm ready to be
Psychopath, bet you we'll get it poppin' like a

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

to describe in fact
Startling, violent, perhaps are things that 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 star 69'ed the

Why am I a dick?