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

Witness the of a legend growin' like an expert swordsman from the Hessian 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 separate bin
boyfriend!

Use to settle scores with women who have vendettas towards men
Dickhead is in 'till there's shredded foreskin
torn, and they're only bein' 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 fell a
A predator, I'm headed for
Better warn 'em, I lack in tact and a set of morals
I make up for in metaphors like a store

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

In my present form I'm Storm
for destruction, there's no suppressant for
Aggressive, forceful, and less remorseful in morsel
Unpleasant, hello, gorgeous!
The rebel devil horns just fell 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 Catherine 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 Colin 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 they had a in stock?
That was stupid...

You got it twisted, all 'cause I this bitch a doggie biscuit, you call 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 and ends with
There's not a bitch on this earth I can be with
non-existent

Robin Thicke with a throbbin' dick on suave and slick shit, but I shout derivatives at bitches like fuckin' missile launchers
Misfit, blond, and
Like I've gone ballistic, a frostin' tip kit
Screamed, "I hate blondes!" and one...
I'm

to start shit
Shovin' Clark Kent's undergarments in the compartment of the bucket, bumpin' Bubba Sparxxx
I'm parkin' up at Targets, trouble causer, a double crosser,
mothafucka you'll ever come across
Olympic gymnast, been for "some assaults"
A couple lawsuits, enough to a stomach ulcer
Same brain scan results as Rainman's'es
Something's aweful when Hoffman's dressin' up in your mummy costume
on dancin' to "Brain Damage,"
What's the problem? Nothing's wrong, the name brand is back to reclaim

Run the faucet, I'mma dunk a bunch of supporters underwater
up on 'em in Ray-Bans in a gray van with a spray 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
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 Trump don't ass like a puppet 'cause he runs his campaign with his own cash for the fundin'
And what you wanted, a fuckin' loose cannon 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 order of business
I get in office
Second thing that'll make me happy's walkin' up to Uncle Sam naked, laughin', cupped in hand, screamin', "Fuck safe sex!"
Throw a latex and an test at him!
Tell I run this land, and I want the rubber banned, and make it snappy

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

And send Dylann Roof through the windshield of the
until he spins like a pinwheel and begins
like a windmiller with a build while his skin's peelin',
and 'til he hits a cement pillar
for the fence like Prince Fielder, knock it into the upper peninsula
You wanna go against 'zilla, The Rap
When will I quit? Never been
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, avenge binge
Fill a syringe, I...

first blood
Even pop shit on my pop shit, and it's
Couldn't be more awkwarder cause you're I robbed you of
my fingers that got stuck up
Taught ya ta, not give a 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 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 much of a cocksucker to go across 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 flask of the
Tip it back then I'm twisting wine bottles like what happened to Chris spine column
That's the of attack when I'm fixing my problems
Wish my chest wasn't to get these rhymes off 'em
But the fact that I have so many against me mind boggles
And why I haven't come back on these faggots who diss me is more of a mystery than a fucking Agatha Christie crime novel!

But my is wearing thin
Swear I been contemplatin' rubbing shit in your face I smear it in
Diss you in every lyric until you fear the pen and never appear again if you had fuckin' careers 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 take, I'll nail you
lie, I gush
If I won you over, you be the grand prize
I'm entranced by your looks, come and give the Shady a push
You can get it in the can like some Busch
Jeans too small, least three sizes
Tush mushed against your damn side, your
and thighs are
What kind of that?
I'm to be rode
Psychopath, bet you we'll get it like a flat

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

Hard to in fact
Startling, violent, perhaps are things that come to mind as soon as I start spitting rhymes like
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