I'm liable to start a violent spark a silent thought I disgust you dialogue from The Shop to The Wired Frog Night club, shit, I was taught if your on fire You had to put it out like Highland Park, no fire department So you might not hear at all But don't be if I sound off Something just ain't right with me, A martyr on a private charter, whose life be harder? Widely regarded highly, bite me, sweetheart, I'm retarded But I'm starting shit, I'm feeling self righteous I might just hop in a mosh pit on some Mike and Pac shit Looking to box with anybody, disorderly 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 attack cause I'm claustrophobic No, faggot, I mean I maneuver from movement I have no room for improvement I'm practically squashed, it and boxed it Toxic, hands are arsenic, bars, examine the content Bar exam, of insanity Hamilton slash Manson and Bronson Animal snarls, cannibal Shark mandibles, lambs to the scamp as Hannibal stalking Anthony with his hands in his pockets Black out, Zach Galifianakis, of Vodka But gal has some knockers I bet you they ring a bell when I back and I'm conscious What happened, I passed out again Alcohol's making me break vacant's naked a Magnum box and bag Cirocs in back of a Datsun Fell asleep watching Fear Factor and Scare Too close to the Poked a hole in the air and popped it Woke up shortly thereafter, No underwear, grasping a Bayer Aspirin and it Air Max in my closet, Nikes made out of ostrich And the cross stitching is a mixing Of a rhinoceros, skin, giraffe and a dolphin Fin Dockers, OshKoshes, crotches Swatch watches and sneakers with the Parkers But it's like being overstaffed at a gym With all these trainers, but I don't any boxers And I'm standing here naked, hangover, wasted Like you write raps on, obnoxious Yo, why does it always sound like I'm my nostrils? Fuck that, I'll 'em all, I'll battle a mall stand there and yell that at a wall Until the mannequin doll and the inanimate objects I'm battering all shatter and fall 'Cause I hear the track and I'm 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 cause y'all could get jumped And I'd the battery charge, but I got a hunch your back when it's arching When I attacking your squadron You'll feel like when I'm charging So take a swipe at me, I'm straight at you Like Clay Matthews from the Green Bay So get the of Wisconsin That's nutbag that I'm talking, who am I You faggots are all gonna do my get dragged to the auction Neiman Marcus, of Vuitton and all push a bitch into oncoming traffic, just watch this Stretched, tinted, sedan my ass See how mad you act when I you off at Saks Fifth Ave In a fucking 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 hence I guess this sick dies hard I got a Magic It's like a Magic Wand allows me to not let a blonde me If Ronda was on the couch with 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 flat little badonkadonk is bouncing And all I see is Paulie Malign now, she's in a blouse And with mud on her, God dammit I am misogynist I Linda Ronstadt with a lobster, throw her off a balcony Just so she's fond of algae now she's faceplants on the concrete Complete of responsibility Half you assholes strong enough to pick up a spirit Shit, you fags couldn't at a thrift shop But I let the track lift 'em up, boost the Klepto, I'm to rip shop up, but my thing is this now discount Been rapping so long I've been killing shit, it's easy your mom cause I'm still in this bitch, thievery Ransom for Ramsey, Chandra Levy, and Gary Condit ("Em") Paul was scared if I went back to the blonde I relapse, get on some bullshit Perhaps I'll launch some taunts at Action Bronson Macklemore, Mac Miller and Roth And have some and forths And record a wack to Kendrick Lamar's "Control" verse And perform "Fack" in
Yo, I put that shit on a hits album Now was awesome It takes some massive balls to do some shit that Sometimes I have to ponder why are like (I'll around) And put up my crap so long for the attraction, mama? Is it the fact that I'm a walking, talking, quadruple entendre Or the pointy nose that's pointing at you, Who at this point, it's always poking so meh Still get along with this voice that's the monster So with a sociopath, everyone who knows me knows that What don't know is the fact Rihanna calls me Pinocchio, meh She the way I lie Sits on my and waits for my nose to grow Pathological liar, oh, why am I such an That my disguise is pants, but they on So am I-a, wooh, Cappadonna, cut the off Sabotage Christmas, in your stocking I'm wrapping up all the In fucking so you can't even find 'em Jack Santa Claus, snap Rudolph's off Wrap his schnoz in bandage and blind him Blowing the gasket at Bed, Bath and Beyond Put the basket back while the bath salt are gone, I Know you really tired of me sampling Billy But classic rock acid rap is the Got on guitar, splashing Bizarre, Thrasher and Aerosmith And I'm a spectacular archer, feed Dracula Chocula Godzilla, dragon and Bob Dylan Bandwagoners, I'm the damn stragglers off and I'm strangling 'em Smack Kim on a ass