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

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

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

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

In my present form I'm Desert
Appetite for destruction, there's no for
Aggressive, forceful, and remorseful in every 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 Catherine Bach in the 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 with a Colin Kaepernick practice sock

One ball and half a Apple Watch

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

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

Robin Thicke with a dick on some suave and slick shit, but I shout derivatives at bitches like fuckin' missile launchers
Misfit, blond, and
I've 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 compartment of the bucket, bumpin' Sparxxx
I'm parkin' up at Targets, trouble causer, a double crosser,
shadiest mothafucka you'll ever across
Olympic gymnast, known for "some assaults"
A lawsuits, enough to cause a stomach ulcer
Same damn brain scan results as
aweful when Dustin Hoffman's dressin' up in your mummy costume
on stage to "Brain Damage,"
What's the problem? Nothing's wrong, the brand is back to reclaim status

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

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

Consider me a dangerous man, but you be afraid of this dang 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 hand on the button who doesn't have to to no one?
idea!

If I was "gettin' off" is the first order of business
I get in office
Second thing that'll make me 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 banned, and make it snappy

Addiction to friction and
who can't escape the habit
Continue to chase the dragon, but as would have it,
I walked up in Major Magics dressed as the maintenance man in a laser tag vest and a racin' jacket with a gauge to it, and sped away in the station wagon
Stacey Dash's and Casey crazy asses in the backseat throwin' Stayfree pads at me
passenger in the passenger seat
Unfasten the safety latches, and slam on the brakes in traffic so hard I snapped the relocation brackets for the tires
'finna get a murder case and catch it like you it at me encased in plastic

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

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

was for 50

Little slap on the wrist, be
I'm quickly
My squabbles, I'm grappling with your traveling with me
Try and follow, as I wobble, relapse into history, with a 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 I'm fixing my problems
Wish my wasn't having to get these rhymes off 'em
But the fact that I have so many rappers against me mind
And why I haven't come back on these faggots who diss me is more of a spectacular mystery a fucking Agatha Christie crime novel!

But my patience is wearing
Swear I been contemplatin' rubbing shit in your face I smear it in
Diss you in every until 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 direction and forget my for them...

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

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

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

Why am I a dick?