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

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

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 kits kept in a separate storage bin
boyfriend!

Use intercourse to settle scores with who have vendettas towards men
Dickhead is forced in 'till there's shredded
Reddish torn, and they're bein' fed a portion
Bed sores, and sore shins, whores can get abortions
Fetish for stickin' metal in, self-absorption
Skeletor, I to Hell and fell a floor
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, Chuck with a thesaurus
Yes, of course, a mess of
You want some? and get some, boys!
I'm givin' Daniel Pantaleo a refresher course on excessive force and points,
and dressin' George in a fluorescent orange dress and four inch heels to address the court
a bullseye on his back
His whole chest, and are left on the doorsteps of Trayvon's dad as a present for him!

In my present I'm Desert Storm
Appetite for destruction, no suppressant for
Aggressive, forceful, and remorseful 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."

Expired on the Saturn...
Got Catherine Bach in the back in 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 dropped
Started fallin' back with it, and got slapped with a Kaepernick practice sock

One and half a dick: Apple Watch

Cracked front axle, walked in a Bass Pro Shop with David
Pulled Tabasco out of my satchel
Knocked over a fisherman's tackle box and 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 massagin' dick!
Like spas in this bitch, on it with gobs of lipstick
Got a shoppin' list for you to run odds and ends with
not a bitch on this earth I can be monogamous with
She's

Robin Thicke with a dick on some suave and slick shit, but I shout derivatives at bitches like fuckin' missile launchers
Misfit, blond, and
Like I've gone ballistic, with a 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 up at Targets, trouble causer, a double crosser,
shadiest you'll ever come across
Olympic gymnast, been for "some assaults"
A couple lawsuits, enough to cause a ulcer
Same damn brain results as Rainman's'es
Something's when Dustin 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 status

Run the faucet, I'mma dunk a bunch of Trump underwater
Snuck up on 'em in Ray-Bans in a van with a spray tan
It's a wrap, like an ACE

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

Consider me a man, but you should be afraid of this dang candidate
You say Trump don't kiss ass like a puppet 'cause he runs his 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 have to answer to no one?
idea!

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

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

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

Draw first
Even pop shit on my pop shit, and popular
Couldn't be more awkwarder cause you're innocence I 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 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 'cause who would have thought this much of a cocksucker to go across the buttocks of Vivica Fox with a box cutter?

was for 50

Little slap on the wrist, be
I'm quickly
My squabbles, I'm grappling with your time 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 Reeve's spine column
That's the plan of attack when I'm my problems
Wish my chest wasn't having to get rhymes off 'em
But the fact that I have so many rappers against me mind
And why I come back on these faggots who diss me is more of a spectacular mystery than a fucking Agatha Christie crime novel!

But my patience is wearing
Swear I been contemplatin' rubbing shit in your 'til I smear it in
Diss you in every lyric until you fear the pen and never appear again if you actually had 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 kush
You're my first take, nail you
lie, I gush
If I won you over, you be the grand prize
I'm by your looks, come and give the Shady franchise 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 of attire's that?
I'm ready to be
Psychopath, bet you we'll get it poppin' like a

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

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

Why am I a dick?