I'm liable to start a violent spark a silent thought I you like dialogue from The Shop to The Wired Frog Night club, shit, I was if your CD's on fire You had to put it out yourself like Highland Park, no department So you might not hear at all But don't be if I sound off Something just ain't right me, dawg A martyr on a charter, whose life could be harder? Widely regarded highly, bite me, sweetheart, I'm slightly But tonight I'm starting shit, I'm self righteous I might just hop in a mosh pit on Mike Tyson and Pac shit Looking to box with anybody, conduct I'll fuck and snort a key and pick a fight with a locksmith Fan of the LOX, bananas, manic, I'm going in Frantic, I'm in a closet Panic cause I'm claustrophobic No, faggot, I I can't maneuver from movement 'Cause I have no room for I'm squashed, unpacked it and boxed it Toxic, hands are arsenic, bars, examine the content Bar exam, start of Charles Hamilton Manson and Bronson Animal snarls, jaws Shark mandibles, lambs to the Looking scamp as stalking Anthony Hopkins with his hands in his out, Zach Galifianakis, gallons of Vodka But gal has some knockers I bet you they ring a bell when I come and I'm conscious What happened, doc? I passed out Alcohol's me break into vacant's naked a Magnum box and bag Cirocs in back of a Datsun Fell asleep watching Fear Factor and Tactics Too close to the a hole in the air mattress and popped it Woke up shortly thereafter, No underwear, a Bayer Aspirin and dropped it Air Max in my closet, preposterous made out of ostrich And the cross stitching is a mixing Of a rhinoceros, possum skin, giraffe and a Fin Dockers, OshKoshes, crotches Swatch watches and sneakers with the Parkers But it's like overstaffed at a boxing gym With all these trainers, but I have any boxers And I'm here naked, hangover, still wasted paper you write raps on, obnoxious Yo, why does it always like I'm grabbing my nostrils? that, I'll battle 'em all, I'll battle a mall I'll stand there and yell that at a Until the mannequin scatter and the inanimate objects I'm battering all shatter and fall 'Cause I the track and I'm starting to get fucking amped I'mma spark plug, I'm like the car with the cables to my fucking back, I'm a Duracell But I sure as hell got it backwards cause y'all could get And I'd catch the charge, but I got a hunch like your back when arching When I start your squadron feel like MasterCard when I'm charging So a swipe at me, I'm coming straight at you Clay Matthews from the Green Bay Packers So get the of Wisconsin That's nutbag that I'm talking, who am I You faggots are all do my bidding get dragged to the auction Neiman Marcus, bags of and all I'll push a into oncoming traffic, just watch this Stretched, tinted, sedan my ass See how mad you act when I drop you off at Saks Ave In a taxi cab to go shopping Affable guy next door is My next whore's gonna mechanical arms That'll jack me off with a lotion dispenser a motion sensor No emotion I guess this sick prick dies hard I got a Magic like a Magic Wand allows me to not let a blonde arouse me If Ronda Rousey was on the couch the condoms out Holding a thousand Magnums at once to me I'll laugh in response to how she and flaunts it around me Her flat little badonkadonk is around And all I see is Malign now, she's slaughterhouse in a blouse And with mud on her, God dammit I am misogynist I slap Linda Ronstadt with a lobster, her off a balcony Just so she's fond of algae now she's faceplants on the concrete Complete lack of Half you assholes ain't enough to pick up a spirit Shit, you fags couldn't shoplift at a shop But I let the lift 'em up, boost the energy Klepto, I'm to rip shop up, but my thing is this now Five-finger Been rapping so I've been killing this shit, it's easy Kidnapping your mom cause I'm still in bitch, thievery for JonBenét Ramsey, Chandra Levy, and Gary Condit ("Em") Paul was scared that if I back to the blonde I might relapse, get on some I'll launch some cracker taunts at Action Bronson Macklemore, Mac and Asher Roth And have some back and And record a response to Kendrick Lamar's "Control" verse And perform "Fack" in
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