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

Witness the metamorphosis of a legend growin' like an expert from the Hessian war and hence the origin of the Headless Horseman

Born with the of a pathetic orphan
Endless source and reservoir of extension in dresser drawers, and deadbolts on the bedroom door, and sexual torture kits kept in a separate storage bin
boyfriend!

Use intercourse to scores with women who have vendettas towards men
Dickhead is forced in 'till shredded foreskin
Reddish torn, and they're bein' fed a portion
Bed sores, and shins, pregnant whores can get abortions
Fetish for metal forks in, self-absorption
Skeletor, I went to Hell and a floor
A predator, I'm for competitors
Better 'em, what I lack in tact and a set of morals
I make up for in metaphors a cosmetic store

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

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

Met a said, "When you wanna 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 dropped
Started back with it, and got slapped with a Colin Kaepernick practice sock

One and half a dick: Apple Watch

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

You got it twisted, all 'cause I offered this bitch a doggie biscuit, you call me
Bitch, get to massagin' dick!
Like in this bitch, slob on it with gobs of lipstick
Got a shoppin' for you to run some odds and ends with
not a bitch on this earth I can be monogamous with
She's

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

Love to shit
Shovin' Clark Kent's undergarments in the glove compartment of the bucket, bumpin' Sparxxx
I'm double up at Targets, trouble causer, a double crosser,
shadiest mothafucka ever come across
Olympic gymnast, known for "some assaults"
A couple lawsuits, enough to cause a stomach
Same damn brain results as Rainman's'es
aweful when Dustin Hoffman's dressin' up in your mummy costume
on dancin' to "Brain Damage,"
What's the problem? Nothing's wrong, the name is back to reclaim status

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

Don't-give-a-fuck persona, to my last DNA
E&J in the waistband, at the VMAs the stagehand
She kielbasa
Pre-arrange an plan
blade on point, like a See-and-Say

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

If I was president "gettin' off" is the first of business
I get in office
Second that'll 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

to friction and static
Addict who escape the habit
Continue to chase the dragon, but as fate would it,
I walked up in Major Magics dressed as the maintenance man in a laser tag vest and a racin' with a gauge to blast it, and sped away in the station wagon
Stacey Dash's and Casey Anthony's crazy asses in the throwin' Stayfree pads at me
Dead in the passenger seat
Unfasten the safety latches, and slam on the brakes in traffic so hard I snapped the brackets for the monster tires
'finna get a case and catch it like you threw it at me encased in plastic

And send Dylann through the windshield of the Benz
until he like a pinwheel and begins feelin'
a windmiller with a thin build while his skin's peelin',
and skids 'til he hits a pillar
Swing for the like Prince Fielder, knock it into the upper peninsula
You go against 'zilla, The Rap God?
will I quit? Never been realer
The of fear, not even a scintilla of doubt whose pens iller than Prince in a chinchilla or Ben Stiller in a suspense thriller
Revenge killer, avenge binge
a syringe, 'til I...

Draw first
Even pop shit on my pop shit, and it's
Couldn't be more cause you're innocence I robbed you of
It's my fingers that got up
Taught ya ta, not give a slapstick 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 much of a cocksucker 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 like happened to Chris Reeve's spine column
That's the plan of attack when I'm my problems
Wish my wasn't having to get these rhymes off 'em
But the fact that I have so many against me mind boggles
And why I haven't come back on faggots who diss me is more of a spectacular mystery than a fucking Agatha Christie crime novel!

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

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

Molly, I'm off you
Man, light kush
You're my first take, I'll you
lie, I gush
If I won you over, you be the grand prize
I'm entranced by your looks, come and give the franchise a push
You can get it in the can like some Busch
Jeans too small, three pant sizes
Tush mushed against damn side, your puss
and are squished
kind of attire's that?
I'm ready to be
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 Chapman might just have to me like a scab

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

Why am I such a