I'm liable to start a violent spark a silent thought I disgust you like dialogue from the shop to The Wired Night club, shit, I was if you see these on fire You had to put it out yourself like Highland Park, no fire So you may not hear at all But don't be if I sound off just ain't right with me, dawg A martyr on a charter, whose life could be harder Widely regarded, highly me, sweetheart, I'm slightly retarded But tonight I'm starting shit, I'm self righteous I might just hop in a mosh pit on Mike Tyson and Pac shit to box with anybody, disorderly conduct I'll around and snort a key and pick a fight with a locksmith Fan of the LOX, bananas, manic, I'm going in Frantic, I'm trapped in a attack cause I'm claustrophobic No, faggot, I I can't maneuver from movement Cause I had no room for I'm practically squashed, it and boxed it Toxic, hands are arsenic, flammable bars, the content Bar exam, of insanity Hamilton slash Manson and Bronson Animal snarls, cannibal Shark mandibles, that'll slaughter skamp as Hannibal stocking Anthony Hopkins with his in his pockets Black out, Zach Galifianakis, gallons of But I gallon some I bet you they ring a bell when I back and I'm conscious What happened, doc? I out again making me break into vacant's naked Stole a Magnum box and bag Cirocs in of a Doxon Fell asleep watching Fear and Scare Tactics Too close to the stair Poked a in the air mattress and popped it Woke up there after, hungover No one to wear, a bear, rasped it and dropped it Air Max in my closet, preposterous Nikes out of ostrich And the cross stitching is a mix Of a rhinoceros, possum skin, giraffe and a fin dockers, eyes cautious, drop crotches Swats watches and matches with the parkers But it's like overstepped at a boxing gym With all these trainers, but I have any boxers And I'm standing naked, hangover, still wasted Like paper you write raps on, Yo, why does it always sound I'm grabbing my nostrils? Fuck that, I'll 'em all, I'll battle 'em all I'll there and yell mad at a wall Until the doll scatter the inanimate objects I'm badder than all, shatter and fall Cause I hear the And I'm to get fucking amped, I'mma spark with 'em Like the car with the cables hooked to my fucking back, I'm a But I sure as hell got it backwards cause y'all could get And I'd the battery charge, but I got a hunch like your when it's arching I start attacking your squadron You'll feel like Master Card when I'm So take a at me, I'm coming straight at you Clay Matthews from the Green Bay Packers So get the sack of That's that I'm talking, who am I kidding? You faggots are all do my bidding Don't get to the auction Marcus, bags of the Tylenol I'll push a bitch into oncoming traffic, just this Stretched, tinted, sedan my ass See I'm at you wack I drop you off at Saks Fifth Ave In a fucking cab to go shopping Affable guy next is laughable My whore's gon' have mechanical arms That'll me off with a lotion dispenser with a motion sensor No emotion hence I guess this prick 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, Wants to Pounce How I laugh in how she dances and flaunts it around me Her flat little is bouncing around And all I see is [?] she's slaughterhouse in a And with mud on her, got dammit I a misogynist I slap [?] with a lobster, throw her off a Just so happens she's of Al Cause now faceplanting on the concrete Complete lack of Half you assholes strong enough to pick up a spirit Shit, you couldn't shoplift at a thrift shop But I let the track lift 'em up, the energy Klepto, I'm back to rip shop up, but my is this now Five finger Been rapping so long been killing this shit, it's easy Kidnapping mom cause I'm still in this bitch, thievery Ransom for Ramsey, Chandra Levy, and Gary Condit Always scared if I back to the blonde I might relapse, get to some I'll launch some cracker taunts at Action Bronson Macklemore and Mac Miller and Asher some back and forths And record a response to Kendrick Lamar's Control verse And Fack in concert [Fack Yo, I put that shit on a Hits album Now was awesome It takes some massive to do some shit like that I have to ponder why people are like (I'll around) And put up with my so long for What's the attraction, Is it the fact that I'm a walking, talking, actual entendre Or the nose that's pointing at you, mama? Who knows at point, it's always poking so meh Still get along with this voice cause the monster So do-si-do with a sociopath, everyone who 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 an asshole might've disguise pants, but they on fire So am I-a, wooh, Cappadonna, cut the off Sabotage Christmas, crap in your I'm wrapping up all the In camouflage so you can't even find 'em Jack Santa Claus, Rudolph's antlers off Wrap his in gauze bandage and blind him the head gasket at Bed, Bath and Beyond Put the back while the bath salt packets are gone Know you really tired of me Billy Squier But classic rock acid rap is the Got Slash on guitar, splashing Bizarre, and Aerosmith And I'm a spectacular archer, feed Dracula Chocula Godzilla, dragon and Bob Dylan Bandwagoners kicking the stragglers off and I'm strangling 'em Smack Kim on the ass