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

Witness the metamorphosis of a 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 intercourse to settle scores women who have vendettas towards men
Dickhead is forced in 'till shredded foreskin
Reddish torn, and they're only fed a portion
Bed sores, and shins, pregnant whores can get abortions
for stickin' metal forks in, self-absorption
Skeletor, I went to Hell and fell a
A predator, I'm headed for
Better 'em, what I lack in tact and a set of morals
I make up for in metaphors like a store

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

In my form I'm Desert Storm
Appetite for destruction, no suppressant for
Aggressive, forceful, and less in every morsel
Unpleasant, hello, gorgeous!
The rebel with devil 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."

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

One ball and half a dick: Apple

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

You got it twisted, all 'cause I offered this bitch a biscuit, you call me misogynistic?
Bitch, get to this dick!
Like spas in this bitch, slob on it with gobs of
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 some suave and slick shit, but I shout derivatives at bitches like fuckin' missile
Misfit, blond, and
Like gone ballistic, with a frostin' tip kit
Screamed, "I hate blondes!" and one...
I'm

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

Run the faucet, I'mma dunk a bunch of Trump underwater
Snuck up on 'em in in a gray van with 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 with the stagehand
She wants
Pre-arrange an escape
blade on point, like a See-and-Say

Consider me a dangerous man, but you should be afraid of this candidate
You say Trump 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 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 Congress I run land, and I want the rubber banned, and make it snappy

to friction and static
Addict who can't escape the
Continue to chase the dragon, but as fate would it,
I walked up in Major Magics 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 in traffic so hard I snapped the relocation brackets for the monster tires
'finna get a murder case and catch it like you threw it at me in plastic

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

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

The broad hunter 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 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 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 time traveling me
Try and follow, as I wobble, relapse into history, with a of the whiskey
Tip it back I'm twisting wine bottles like what happened to Chris Reeve's spine column
That's the of attack when I'm fixing my problems
Wish my chest having to get these rhymes 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 mystery than a fucking Agatha Christie crime novel!

But my patience is wearing
I been contemplatin' rubbing shit in your face 'til I smear it in
Diss you in every lyric 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 'em in that direction and forget my ideas for them...

Molly, I'm off you
Man, light kush
You're my first take, I'll you
lie, I gush
If I won you over, you would be the grand
I'm entranced by your looks, come and give the Shady a push
You can get it in the can like some Anheuser
Jeans too small, least three pant
Tush mushed your damn side, your puss
and are squished
kind of attire's that?
I'm ready to be
Psychopath, bet you we'll get it like a flat

the match to ignite 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 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 it back if I star 69'ed the track

Why am I such a