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

Witness the metamorphosis of a legend like an expert swordsman from the Hessian war and hence the origin of the Headless Horseman

with the endorphins of a pathetic orphan
Endless source and reservoir of extension in dresser drawers, and deadbolts on the bedroom door, and sexual torture kits kept in a separate storage bin
boyfriend!

Use intercourse to settle scores with women who vendettas towards men
Dickhead is forced in 'till shredded foreskin
Reddish torn, and only bein' fed a portion
Bed sores, and shins, pregnant whores can get abortions
Fetish for stickin' metal forks in,
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 like a cosmetic

Stegosaurus, Chuck Norris with a
Yes, of course, a mess of
You want Come and get some, boys!
I'm givin' Daniel Pantaleo a course on excessive force and pressure points,
and dressin' George Zimmerman in a fluorescent orange dress and four inch heels to the court
a bullseye on his back
His whole chest, and torso are left on the doorsteps of dad as a present for him!

In my present I'm Desert Storm
for destruction, there's 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 asshole cop's daughter
Laughed 'cause I called her a on it, he spat on it, and brought it back lookin' half in shock
Had a heart attack, and dropped
Started fallin' back with it, and got slapped a Colin Kaepernick practice sock

One ball and half a Apple Watch

front axle, walked in a Bass Pro Shop with David Hasselhoff
Pulled sauce out of my satchel
Knocked a fisherman's 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 doggie biscuit, you me misogynistic?
Bitch, get to massagin' dick!
spas in this bitch, slob on it with gobs of lipstick
Got a shoppin' list for you to run some odds and ends
There's not a bitch on this earth I can be monogamous
non-existent

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

to start shit
Shovin' Kent's undergarments in the glove compartment of the bucket, bumpin' Bubba Sparxxx
I'm double parkin' up at Targets, causer, a double crosser,
shadiest mothafucka ever come across
Olympic gymnast, known for "some assaults"
A couple lawsuits, to cause a stomach ulcer
Same damn brain results as Rainman's'es
Something's when Dustin Hoffman's dressin' up in your mummy costume
on stage to "Brain Damage,"
What's the problem? wrong, the name brand is back to reclaim status

Run the faucet, dunk a bunch of Trump supporters underwater
up on 'em in Ray-Bans in a gray van with a spray tan
It's a wrap, an ACE bandage

Don't-give-a-fuck persona, to my last DNA
E&J in the waistband, at the VMAs the stagehand
She wants
Pre-arrange an escape
Three-inch blade on point, like a

me a dangerous man, but you should be afraid of this dang candidate
You say Trump don't kiss ass like a puppet 'cause he his campaign with his own cash for the fundin'
And that's what you wanted, a fuckin' loose cannon who's blunt with his hand on the button who doesn't have to answer to no
idea!

If I was president "gettin' off" is the first order of
I get in office
Second that'll make me happy's walkin' up to Uncle Sam naked, laughin', dick cupped in hand, screamin', "Fuck safe sex!"
a latex and an AIDS test at him!
Tell Congress I run land, and I want the rubber banned, and make it snappy

Addiction to friction and
who can't escape the habit
Continue to chase the dragon, but as fate would it,
I walked up in Major Magics dressed as the maintenance man in a laser tag vest and a racin' jacket with a gauge to blast it, and away in the station wagon
Stacey Dash's and Casey Anthony's crazy asses in the throwin' Stayfree pads at me
passenger in the passenger seat
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 case and catch it like you it at me encased in plastic

And send Roof through the windshield of the Benz
until he spins a pinwheel and begins feelin'
like a windmiller with a thin build while his peelin',
and 'til he hits a cement pillar
Swing for the fence like Prince Fielder, knock it the upper peninsula
You wanna go against 'zilla, The Rap
When will I quit? been realer
The in-stiller of fear, not even a of doubt whose pens iller than Prince in a chinchilla or Ben Stiller in a suspense thriller
killer, avenge syllable binge
Fill a syringe, I...

first blood
Even pop shit on my pop shit, and popular
Couldn't be awkwarder cause you're innocence I robbed you of
It's my fingers that got up
Taught ya ta, not give a slapstick hockey

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 cocksucker to go the buttocks of Vivica Fox with a box cutter?

was for 50

Little on the wrist, be warned
I'm unravelin'
My squabbles, I'm grappling your time traveling with me
Try and follow, as I wobble, into history, with a flask of the whiskey
Tip it back then I'm twisting wine bottles like what to Chris Reeve's spine column
the plan of attack when I'm fixing my problems
Wish my chest having to get these rhymes off 'em
But the that I have so many rappers against me mind boggles
And why I haven't come back on these who diss me is more of a spectacular 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 until you fear the pen and appear again if you actually had fuckin' careers to end

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

Molly, I'm off you
Man, light some
You're my first take, I'll you
Can't lie, I
If I won you over, you be the grand prize
I'm entranced by looks, come and give the Shady franchise a push
You can get it in the can like Anheuser Busch
Jeans too small, three pant sizes
Tush mushed against your damn side, puss
and thighs are
kind of attire's that?
I'm ready to be
Psychopath, bet you we'll get it poppin' a flat

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

Hard to in fact
Startling, violent, perhaps are things that to mind as soon as I start spitting rhymes like that
And you aren't surprised at that, but as far as these lines I rap,
and these bars, wouldn't it back if I star 69'ed the track

Why am I a dick?