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Jumped out of the 2nd floor of a record with a Treacherous Four cassette
and a recorder
in with Edward Norton

Witness the metamorphosis of a legend growin' like an expert swordsman from the Hessian war and 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 separate bin
boyfriend!

Use intercourse to settle scores with women who have towards men
is forced in 'till there's shredded foreskin
Reddish torn, and only bein' fed a portion
Bed sores, and sore shins, whores can get abortions
Fetish for metal forks in, self-absorption
Skeletor, I to Hell and fell a floor
A predator, I'm for competitors
Better warn 'em, I lack in tact and a set of morals
I make up for in metaphors like a store

Stegosaurus, Norris with a thesaurus
Yes, of course, a mess of
You some? Come and get some, boys!
I'm givin' Daniel Pantaleo a refresher course on excessive force and points,
and dressin' George in a fluorescent orange dress and four inch heels to address the court
a bullseye on his back
His whole chest, and torso are on the doorsteps of Trayvon's dad as a present for him!

In my present form I'm Desert
Appetite for destruction, no suppressant for
Aggressive, forceful, and less remorseful in morsel
Unpleasant, hello, gorgeous!
The rebel devil horns just fell off the yellow short bus

Met a contortionist said, "When you get sexual?"
She said, "However I fit in schedule. I'm flexible."

tags on the Saturn...
Got Bach in the back in Daisy Dukes with the hazards on at a traffic stop gettin' harassed, signed an autograph for this asshole cop's daughter
Laughed 'cause I called her a brat on it, he spat on it, and brought it back lookin' half in
Had a heart attack, and dead
fallin' back with it, and got slapped with a Colin Kaepernick practice sock

One and half a dick: Apple Watch

front axle, walked in a Bass Pro Shop with David Hasselhoff
Pulled Tabasco out of my satchel
Knocked over a tackle box and asked if they had a laugh in stock?
was fuckin' stupid...

You got it twisted, all 'cause I offered this bitch a doggie biscuit, you call me
Bitch, get to this dick!
Like spas in 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 I can be monogamous with
non-existent

Robin Thicke with a throbbin' dick on suave and slick shit, but I shout derivatives at bitches like fuckin' missile launchers
Misfit, blond, and
Like I've gone ballistic, with a tip kit
Screamed, "I hate blondes!" and one...
I'm

to start shit
Shovin' Clark Kent's undergarments in the glove of the bucket, bumpin' Bubba Sparxxx
I'm double parkin' up at Targets, causer, a double crosser,
shadiest mothafucka you'll ever come
Olympic gymnast, been for "some assaults"
A couple lawsuits, enough to cause a ulcer
damn brain scan results as Rainman's'es
Something's aweful when Dustin Hoffman's dressin' up in mummy costume
on stage to "Brain Damage,"
What's the problem? Nothing's wrong, the name brand is to reclaim status

Run the faucet, I'mma dunk a bunch of Trump underwater
up on 'em in Ray-Bans in a gray van with a spray tan
It's a wrap, an ACE bandage

persona, to my last DNA strand
E&J in the waistband, at the VMAs the stagehand
She kielbasa
Pre-arrange an plan
Three-inch on point, like a See-and-Say

Consider me a dangerous man, but you should be afraid of this dang
You say Trump don't kiss ass like a puppet 'cause he runs his campaign with his own cash for the
And that's what you wanted, a fuckin' loose cannon who's blunt his hand on the button who doesn't have to answer to no one?
idea!

If I was president "gettin' off" is the first order of
I get in office
Second thing make me happy's walkin' up to Uncle Sam naked, laughin', dick cupped in hand, screamin', "Fuck safe sex!"
a latex and an AIDS test at him!
Tell Congress I run this land, and I want the rubber banned, and it snappy

Addiction to and static
Addict who can't escape the
to chase the dragon, but as fate would have it,
I walked up in Major Magics dressed as the maintenance man in a laser tag vest and a racin' jacket a gauge to blast it, and sped away in the station wagon
Stacey Dash's and Casey Anthony's asses in the backseat throwin' Stayfree pads at me
Dead passenger in the passenger
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 it at me encased in plastic

And send Dylann Roof through the windshield of the
he spins like a pinwheel and begins feelin'
like a with a thin build while his skin's peelin',
and skids he hits a cement pillar
Swing for the fence like Prince Fielder, knock it into the upper
You wanna go against 'zilla, The Rap
When will I quit? Never been
The in-stiller of fear, not even a scintilla of doubt pens iller than Prince in a chinchilla or Ben Stiller in a suspense thriller
killer, avenge syllable binge
Fill a syringe, I...

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

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

was for 50

Little on the wrist, be warned
I'm quickly
My squabbles, I'm grappling with time traveling with me
Try and follow, as I wobble, into history, with a flask of the whiskey
Tip it back then I'm twisting wine bottles what happened to Chris Reeve's spine column
That's the plan of attack when I'm fixing my
Wish my wasn't having to get these rhymes off 'em
But the fact that I have so many rappers against me boggles
And why I haven't come back on these faggots who me is more of a spectacular mystery than a fucking Agatha Christie crime novel!

But my patience is wearing
Swear I been contemplatin' rubbing in your face 'til I smear it in
Diss you in every lyric you fear the pen and never appear again if you actually had fuckin' careers to end

But then I think of Molly Qerim and I steer 'em in that and forget my ideas for them...

Molly, I'm off you
Man, light some
my first take, I'll nail you
Can't lie, I
If I won you over, you would be the grand
I'm by your looks, come and give the Shady franchise a push
You can get it in the can some Anheuser Busch
Jeans too small, three pant sizes
Tush mushed your damn side, your puss
and thighs are
What kind of attire's
I'm to be rode
Psychopath, bet you we'll get it poppin' like a

Light the to ignite the wrath
Got knives to and slice hermaphrodites in half
Piper might just have to picket me like a scab

to describe in fact
Startling, violent, perhaps are things that come to mind as soon as I start spitting rhymes like
And you really surprised at that, but as far as these lines I rap,
and these bars, wouldn't dial it back if I 69'ed the track

Why am I a dick?