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

Witness the metamorphosis of a legend growin' like an expert swordsman from the Hessian war and hence the 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 kits kept in a separate storage bin
boyfriend!

Use intercourse to settle scores 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 shins, pregnant whores can get abortions
for stickin' metal forks in, self-absorption
Skeletor, I went to and fell a floor
A predator, I'm for competitors
warn 'em, what I lack in tact and a set of morals
I make up for in like a cosmetic store

Stegosaurus, Chuck with a thesaurus
Yes, of course, a mess of
You want Come and get some, boys!
I'm givin' Pantaleo a refresher 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 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 less remorseful in 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, 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 heart attack, and dead
fallin' back with it, and got slapped with a Colin Kaepernick practice sock

One ball and a dick: Apple Watch

Cracked front axle, walked in a Bass Pro Shop David Hasselhoff
Tabasco 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 a doggie biscuit, you call me misogynistic?
Bitch, get to massagin' dick!
Like spas in this bitch, on it with gobs of lipstick
Got a list for you to run some odds and ends with
There's not a bitch on this I can be monogamous with
She's

Robin Thicke with a throbbin' dick on 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, Bubba Sparxxx
I'm double parkin' up at Targets, causer, a double crosser,
shadiest mothafucka you'll come across
Olympic gymnast, been for "some assaults"
A couple lawsuits, to cause a stomach ulcer
Same damn brain scan results as
Something's aweful Dustin Hoffman's 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, dunk a bunch of Trump supporters underwater
Snuck up on 'em in Ray-Bans in a gray van with a tan
It's a wrap, an ACE bandage

Don't-give-a-fuck persona, to my DNA strand
E&J in the waistband, at the VMAs the stagehand
She wants
Pre-arrange an plan
blade on point, like a See-and-Say

Consider me a dangerous man, but you should be afraid of this dang
You say Trump don't kiss ass like a puppet he runs his campaign with his own cash for the fundin'
And that's 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 first of business
I get in office
Second thing that'll make me happy's walkin' up to Sam naked, laughin', dick cupped in hand, screamin', "Fuck safe sex!"
Throw a latex and an AIDS 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 the habit
Continue to chase the dragon, but as would have it,
I walked up in Major Magics dressed as the maintenance man in a laser tag vest and a 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 of the Benz
he spins like a pinwheel and begins feelin'
like a windmiller with a thin build while his peelin',
and skids 'til he hits a pillar
Swing for the fence like Prince Fielder, knock it into the peninsula
You wanna go against 'zilla, The Rap
will I quit? Never been 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
Revenge killer, avenge binge
a syringe, 'til I...

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

The broad hunter with the sawed off like an arm 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 have thought this 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 time with me
Try and follow, as I wobble, relapse into history, with a of the whiskey
Tip it back then I'm wine bottles like what happened to Chris Reeve's spine column
That's the plan of attack when I'm fixing my
Wish my chest wasn't having to get these off 'em
But the fact I have 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 patience is thin
Swear I 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 had fuckin' careers to end

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

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

Light the match to ignite the
Got knives to slash and slice in half
Piper Chapman might have to picket me like a scab

Hard to describe in
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 these bars, wouldn't dial it back if I star the track

Why am I such a