I'm liable to start a spark with a silent thought I disgust you like from the shop to The Wired Frog Night club, shit, I was taught if you see 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 alarmed if I off just ain't right with me, dawg A on a private 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 pit on some Mike Tyson and Pac shit Looking to box with anybody, disorderly I'll fuck around and snort a key and a fight with a locksmith Fan of the LOX, bananas, manic, I'm going in Frantic, I'm trapped in a Panic cause I'm claustrophobic No, faggot, I mean I can't maneuver from I had no room for improvement I'm practically squashed, unpacked it and it Toxic, hands are arsenic, bars, examine the content Bar exam, of insanity Charles Hamilton Manson and Bronson Animal snarls, jaws Shark mandibles, lambs slaughter skamp as Hannibal stocking Anthony Hopkins with his hands in his Black out, Zach Galifianakis, of Vodka But I some knockers I bet you they ring a bell when I come back and I'm What happened, I passed out again Alcohol's me break into vacant's naked a Magnum box and bag Cirocs in back of a Doxon Fell asleep watching Fear and Scare Tactics Too close to the master Poked a hole in the air and popped it up shortly there after, hungover No one to wear, grasping a bear, 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, and a dolphin Dolphin fin dockers, eyes cautious, crotches Swats watches and sneakers matches with the But it's like being overstepped at a gym all these trainers, but I don't have any boxers And I'm here naked, hangover, still wasted Like paper you write on, obnoxious Yo, why does it always sound like I'm my nostrils? Fuck that, I'll battle 'em all, I'll 'em all I'll stand there and mad at a wall Until the mannequin doll scatter the inanimate That I'm badder all, shatter and fall I hear the track And I'm starting to get amped, I'mma spark with 'em the car with the cables hooked to my fucking back, I'm a Duracell 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 back it's arching When I start your squadron You'll feel like Master Card when I'm So take a swipe at me, I'm straight at you Like Clay Matthews from the Bay Packers So get the of Wisconsin That's nutbag I'm talking, who am I kidding? You faggots are all do my bidding Don't get to the auction Neiman Marcus, bags of the I'll push a bitch into traffic, just watch this Stretched, tinted, sedan my ass See I'm at you wack I drop you off at Saks Fifth Ave In a taxi cab to go shopping guy next door is laughable My next gon' have mechanical arms That'll me off with a lotion dispenser with a motion sensor No emotion hence I guess this sick prick hard I got a Magic It's like a magic wand allows me to not let a arouse me If Rousey was on the couch, with the condoms out Holding a thousand Magnums at once, Wants to How I laugh in response how she dances and it around me Her flat little badonkadonk is around And all I see is [?] slaughterhouse in a blouse And Madonna mud on her, got dammit I a misogynist I [?] with a lobster, throw her off a balcony Just so happens she's of Al Cause now faceplanting on the concrete Complete of responsibility Half you assholes ain't strong enough to pick up a Shit, you faggots 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 thing is now Five discount Been rapping so long I've been killing shit, it's easy Kidnapping your mom cause I'm still in this bitch, Ransom for JonBenét Ramsey, Chandra Levy, and Gary Always scared if I went to the blonde I might relapse, get to some Perhaps I'll launch some taunts at Action Bronson Macklemore and Mac Miller and Roth Have some and forths And record a wack response to Kendrick Control verse And perform in concert plays] Yo, I put that shit on a Greatest Hits Now was awesome It takes massive balls to do some shit like that Sometimes I have to ponder why are like (I'll around) And put up my crap so long for What's the attraction, Is it the fact I'm a walking, talking, actual quadruple entendre Or the pointy nose that's pointing at you, Who at this point, it's always poking so meh get along with this voice cause that's the monster So with a sociopath, everyone who knows me knows that What they don't know is the fact calls me Pinocchio, meh She the way I lie Sits on my face and waits for my to grow Pathological liar, oh, why am I an asshole That might've pants, but they on fire So am I-a, wooh, Cappadonna, cut the off Sabotage Christmas, in your stocking I'm up all the presents In fucking camouflage so you can't find 'em Santa Claus, snap Rudolph's antlers off Wrap his schnoz in gauze bandage and him Blowing the head at Bed, Bath and Beyond Put the basket back while the salt packets are gone Know you really of me sampling Billy Squier But rock acid rap is the genre Got on guitar, splashing Bizarre, Trasher and Aerosmith And I'm a spectacular archer, feed count Chocula Godzilla, half and Bob Dylan kicking the damn stragglers off and I'm strangling 'em Smack Kim on the ass