I'm liable to start a violent spark with a thought I disgust you like dialogue from the to The Wired Frog club, shit, I was taught if you see these on fire You had to put it out yourself like Park, no fire department So you may not hear at all But don't be if I sound off Something just right with me, dawg A martyr on a private charter, whose life could be Widely regarded, bite me, sweetheart, I'm slightly retarded But tonight I'm starting shit, I'm feeling righteous I might just hop in a pit on some Mike Tyson and Pac shit Looking to box with anybody, conduct fuck around and snort a key and pick a fight with a locksmith Fan of the LOX, bananas, manic, I'm going in Frantic, I'm in a closet Panic attack I'm claustrophobic No, faggot, I mean I maneuver from movement Cause I had no room for I'm squashed, unpacked it and boxed it Toxic, hands are arsenic, flammable bars, examine the Bar exam, start of Charles Hamilton Manson and Bronson snarls, cannibal jaws Shark mandibles, lambs slaughter Looking skamp as stocking Anthony Hopkins his hands in his pockets Black out, Zach Galifianakis, gallons of But I gallon knockers I bet you they ring a bell when I back and I'm conscious What happened, doc? I out again Alcohol's making me into vacant's naked Stole a Magnum box and bag Cirocs in of a Doxon Fell asleep watching Factor and Scare Tactics Too to the stair master a hole in the air mattress and popped it Woke up shortly there after, No one to wear, a bear, rasped it and dropped it Air Max in my closet, preposterous made out of ostrich And the cross stitching is a mix Of a rhinoceros, possum skin, and a dolphin Dolphin fin dockers, cautious, drop crotches watches and sneakers matches with the parkers But it's being overstepped at a boxing gym With all these trainers, but I don't have any And I'm standing naked, hangover, still wasted Like paper you write on, obnoxious Yo, why it always sound like I'm grabbing my nostrils? Fuck that, battle 'em all, I'll battle 'em all stand there and yell mad at a wall Until the mannequin doll the inanimate objects That I'm badder than all, and fall I hear the track And I'm starting to get fucking amped, I'mma 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 catch the charge, but I got a hunch like back when it's arching When I start attacking your You'll like Master Card when I'm charging So take a swipe at me, I'm straight at you Like Clay Matthews from the Green Bay So get the sack of That's nutbag that I'm talking, who am I You faggots are all gonna do my Don't get dragged to the Neiman Marcus, of the Tylenol I'll push a into oncoming traffic, just watch this Stretched, tinted, sedan my ass See I'm at you wack when I drop you off at Saks Ave In a taxi cab to go shopping Affable guy door is laughable My next whore's gon' mechanical arms jack me off with a lotion dispenser with a motion sensor No emotion I guess this sick prick dies hard I got a Johnson It's like a magic wand allows me to not let a blonde me If Ronda Rousey was on the couch, the condoms out a thousand Magnums at once, Wants to Pounce How I laugh in response how she and flaunts it around me Her flat little is bouncing around And all I see is [?] she's in a blouse And Madonna with mud on her, got I a misogynist I [?] with a lobster, throw her off a balcony Just so happens she's of Al Cause now she's on the concrete lack of responsibility Half you assholes ain't strong to pick up a spirit Shit, you faggots couldn't shoplift at a shop But I let the track 'em up, boost the energy Klepto, I'm back to rip shop up, but my thing is now Five discount Been so long I've been killing this shit, it's easy your mom cause I'm still in this bitch, thievery Ransom for JonBenét Ramsey, Chandra Levy, and Gary Always scared if I back to the blonde I might relapse, get to some Perhaps I'll launch some taunts at Action Bronson Macklemore and Mac Miller and Asher Have back and forths And a wack response to Kendrick Lamar's Control verse And perform in concert [Fack Yo, I put that on a Greatest Hits album Now that was It takes massive balls to do some shit like that Sometimes I have to why people are like (I'll around) And put up my crap so long for What's the attraction, Is it the that I'm a walking, talking, actual quadruple entendre Or the nose that's pointing at you, mama? Who knows at this point, it's always so meh Still get with this voice cause that's the monster So do-si-do with a sociopath, who knows me knows that What they don't know is the fact Rihanna me Pinocchio, meh She the way I lie Sits on my face and for my nose to grow Pathological liar, oh, why am I such an That might've pants, but they on fire So am I-a, wooh, Cappadonna, cut the off Sabotage Christmas, crap in your I'm up all the presents In fucking camouflage so you can't find 'em Jack 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 bath salt packets are Know you tired of me sampling Billy Squier But rock acid rap is the genre Got Slash on guitar, splashing Bizarre, Trasher and And I'm a spectacular archer, feed Dracula Chocula Godzilla, dragon and Bob Dylan Bandwagoners kicking the damn off and I'm strangling 'em Kim Basinger on the ass