I'm liable to start a violent with a silent thought I disgust you like dialogue from The Shop to The Frog Night club, shit, I was taught if your on fire You had to put it out yourself like Park, no fire department So you might not sirens at all But be alarmed if I sound off Something just ain't right with me, A martyr on a charter, whose life could be harder? regarded highly, bite me, sweetheart, I'm slightly retarded But I'm starting shit, I'm feeling 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 around and snort a key and pick a 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 mean I can't maneuver movement 'Cause I have no room for I'm practically squashed, it and boxed it Toxic, hands are arsenic, flammable bars, the content Bar exam, start of Hamilton slash Manson and Bronson Animal snarls, jaws Shark mandibles, lambs to the scamp as Hannibal stalking Anthony with his hands in his pockets Black out, Galifianakis, gallons of Vodka But gal has some knockers I bet you ring a bell when I come back and I'm conscious happened, doc? I passed out again Alcohol's making me break into naked Stole a Magnum box and bag Cirocs in of a Datsun asleep watching Fear Factor and Scare Tactics Too close to the Poked a hole in the air mattress and it Woke up shortly thereafter, No underwear, a Bayer Aspirin and dropped it Air Max in my closet, Nikes made out of ostrich And the stitching is a cross mixing Of a rhinoceros, possum skin, giraffe and a Fin Dockers, OshKoshes, drop Swatch and sneakers matches with the Parkers But it's like being at a boxing gym With all these trainers, but I don't any boxers And I'm here naked, hangover, still wasted Like paper you write on, obnoxious Yo, why does it sound like I'm grabbing my nostrils? Fuck that, battle 'em all, I'll battle a mall I'll stand there and yell that at a Until the mannequin doll scatter and the inanimate That I'm all shatter and fall 'Cause I hear the 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 could get jumped And I'd catch the charge, but I got a hunch like your back when arching When I attacking your squadron You'll feel like when I'm charging So take a swipe at me, I'm coming at you Like Clay Matthews the Green Bay Packers So get the sack of That's nutbag that I'm talking, who am I You are all gonna do my bidding get dragged to the auction Neiman Marcus, bags of and all I'll push a bitch into oncoming traffic, just this Stretched, tinted, black 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 have mechanical arms That'll me off with a lotion dispenser with a motion sensor No hence I guess this sick prick dies hard I got a Johnson It's like a Wand allows me to not let a blonde arouse me If Ronda Rousey was on the couch the condoms out a thousand Magnums at once to pounce me I'll laugh in to how she dances and flaunts it around me Her little badonkadonk is bouncing around And all I see is Malign now, she's slaughterhouse in a blouse And Madonna with mud on her, God dammit I am I Linda Ronstadt with a lobster, throw her off a balcony Just so happens she's fond of now she's faceplants on the concrete Complete lack of Half you assholes ain't strong to pick up a spirit Shit, you fags couldn't at a thrift shop But I let the lift 'em up, boost the energy Klepto, I'm to rip shop up, but my thing is this now discount Been rapping so long I've been this shit, it's easy Kidnapping mom cause I'm still in this bitch, thievery Ransom for Ramsey, Chandra Levy, and Gary Condit ("Em") Paul was that if I went back to the blonde I might relapse, get on bullshit Perhaps I'll some cracker taunts at Action Bronson Macklemore, Mac and Asher Roth And some back and forths And record a wack response to Kendrick Lamar's "Control" And "Fack" in concert
Yo, I put that shit on a greatest album Now that was It takes some massive balls to do some like that I have to ponder why people are like (I'll around) And put up my crap so long for What's the attraction, Is it the fact that I'm a walking, talking, quadruple entendre Or the pointy nose that's pointing at you, Who knows at this point, always poking so meh Still get along with this voice cause that's the So do-si-do a sociopath, everyone who knows me knows that What they don't know is the fact calls me Pinocchio, meh She the way I lie Sits on my face and waits for my nose to liar, oh, why am I such an asshole That my disguise is pants, but they on So am I-a, wooh, Cappadonna, cut the off Christmas, crap in your stocking I'm wrapping up all the In fucking camouflage so you can't find 'em Jack Santa Claus, Rudolph's antlers off his schnoz in gauze bandage and blind him Blowing the head gasket at Bed, and Beyond Put the basket while the bath salt packets are gone, I you really tired of me sampling Billy Squier But rock acid rap is the genre Got on guitar, splashing Bizarre, Thrasher and Aerosmith And I'm a archer, feed count Dracula Chocula Godzilla, half dragon and Bob Bandwagoners, I'm kicking the damn off and I'm strangling 'em Kim Basinger on a ass