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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Expired 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 I called her a brat on it, he spat on it, and brought it back lookin' half in shock
Had a heart attack, and dead
Started fallin' back with it, and got slapped with a Kaepernick practice sock

One ball and half a dick: Apple

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

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

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 gone ballistic, with a frostin' tip kit
Screamed, "I hate blondes!" and one...
I'm

Love to shit
Shovin' Clark Kent's undergarments in the glove of the bucket, bumpin' Bubba Sparxxx
I'm parkin' up at Targets, trouble causer, a double crosser,
shadiest mothafucka ever come across
Olympic gymnast, been for "some assaults"
A lawsuits, enough to cause a stomach ulcer
Same damn scan results as Rainman's'es
Something's aweful when Dustin Hoffman's dressin' up in mummy costume
on dancin' 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 supporters underwater
Snuck up on 'em in Ray-Bans in a gray van with a tan
It's a wrap, like an ACE

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

Consider me a dangerous man, but you should be afraid of this candidate
You say Trump don't kiss ass 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 on the button 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 thing make me happy's walkin' up to Uncle Sam naked, laughin', dick cupped in hand, screamin', "Fuck safe sex!"
Throw a latex and an test at him!
Tell Congress I run this land, and I the rubber banned, and make it snappy

Addiction to friction and
Addict who escape the habit
Continue to chase the dragon, but as fate 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 crazy asses in the backseat throwin' pads at me
passenger in the passenger seat
Unfasten the safety latches, and on the brakes in traffic 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 through the windshield of the Benz
until he spins a pinwheel and begins feelin'
like a windmiller with a thin 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?
When will I quit? Never realer
The in-stiller of fear, not even a scintilla of doubt whose pens iller Prince in a chinchilla or Ben Stiller in a suspense thriller
Revenge killer, syllable binge
Fill a syringe, I...

Draw blood
Even pop shit on my pop shit, and popular
Couldn't be more awkwarder cause you're I robbed you of
It's my fingers got stuck 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 shotgun or the Glock I'm gonna opt for the ox 'cause I'm into 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 cocksucker to go across the of Vivica Fox with a box cutter?

was for 50

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

But my is wearing thin
Swear I been rubbing shit in your face 'til I smear it in
Diss you in every lyric until you fear the pen and appear again if you actually had fuckin' careers to end

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

Molly, I'm off you
Man, some kush
You're my take, I'll nail you
lie, I gush
If I won you over, you would be the grand
I'm entranced by your looks, and give the Shady franchise a push
You can get it in the can like Anheuser Busch
Jeans too small, three pant sizes
Tush mushed against your side, your puss
and thighs are
What kind of that?
I'm ready to be
Psychopath, bet you get it poppin' like a flat

Light the match to the wrath
Got to slash and slice hermaphrodites in half
Piper Chapman might have to picket me like a scab

Hard to in fact
Startling, violent, perhaps are things that come to mind as soon as I start spitting rhymes that
And you aren't 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 such a