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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 Hessian war and hence the 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 bedroom door, and torture kits kept in a separate storage bin
boyfriend!

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

Stegosaurus, Chuck with a thesaurus
Yes, of course, a of warrants
You want some? and get some, boys!
I'm givin' Daniel Pantaleo a refresher on excessive force and pressure points,
and dressin' George Zimmerman in a fluorescent orange and four inch heels to address 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 present form I'm Desert
Appetite for destruction, no suppressant for
Aggressive, forceful, and less in every morsel
Unpleasant, hello, gorgeous!
The rebel with devil horns just off the yellow short bus

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

Expired on the Saturn...
Got Catherine Bach in the back in Daisy Dukes with the hazards on at a traffic stop gettin' harassed, signed an autograph for this cop's daughter
Laughed 'cause I her a brat on it, he spat on it, and brought it back lookin' half in shock
Had a heart attack, and dropped
Started back with it, and got slapped with a Colin Kaepernick practice sock

One ball and half a dick: Watch

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

You got it twisted, all 'cause I offered bitch a doggie biscuit, you call me misogynistic?
Bitch, get to massagin' dick!
Like spas in this bitch, slob on it with gobs of
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 with a throbbin' 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 blondes!" and became one...
I'm

Love to start
Shovin' Clark Kent's undergarments in the glove compartment of the bucket, bumpin' Sparxxx
I'm double parkin' up at Targets, trouble causer, a crosser,
shadiest mothafucka ever come across
Olympic gymnast, known for "some assaults"
A couple lawsuits, enough to a stomach ulcer
Same damn scan results as Rainman's'es
Something's aweful when Dustin Hoffman's dressin' up in your mummy
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 with the
She wants
an escape plan
Three-inch blade on point, like a

Consider me a dangerous man, but you should be afraid of this dang
You say don't 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 who's blunt with his hand on the button who doesn't have to answer to no one?
idea!

If I was president "gettin' off" is the first order of
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 land, and I want the rubber banned, and make it snappy

Addiction to and static
Addict who can't 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 and a racin' jacket with a gauge to blast it, and sped away in the station wagon
Stacey Dash's and Casey Anthony's crazy 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 for the monster tires
get a murder case and catch it like you threw it at me encased in plastic

And send Roof through the windshield of the Benz
until he spins like a pinwheel and feelin'
like a windmiller with a build while his skin's peelin',
and skids 'til he hits a pillar
Swing for the fence like 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 iller than Prince in a chinchilla or Ben Stiller in a suspense thriller
killer, avenge syllable binge
Fill a syringe, I...

Draw first
pop shit on my pop shit, and it's popular
Couldn't be more cause you're innocence I robbed you of
It's my that got stuck up
Taught ya ta, not give a slapstick puck

The broad hunter with the sawed off like an arm when 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 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 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 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 bottles like what happened to Chris Reeve's spine column
That's the plan of attack when I'm my problems
Wish my chest wasn't having to get these off 'em
But the fact that I 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
I been contemplatin' rubbing shit in your face 'til I smear it in
Diss you in every lyric until you fear the pen and never appear again if you actually had fuckin' to end

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

Molly, I'm off you
Man, light some
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 the Shady franchise a push
You can get it in the can like some Busch
Jeans too small, least three pant
Tush mushed your damn side, your puss
and are squished
What of attire's that?
I'm to be rode
Psychopath, bet you get it poppin' like a flat

Light the match to the wrath
Got knives to slash and slice in half
Piper Chapman just have to picket 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 really surprised at that, but as far as lines I rap,
and these bars, wouldn't dial it back if I star 69'ed the

Why am I such a