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

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

Born 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 with women who have vendettas towards men
is forced in 'till there's shredded foreskin
Reddish torn, and they're only fed a portion
Bed sores, and sore shins, pregnant whores can get
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 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' Zimmerman in a fluorescent orange dress and four inch heels to address the court
with a bullseye on his
His whole chest, and are left on the doorsteps 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 horns just 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 in Daisy Dukes with 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 brought it back half in shock
Had a heart attack, and dead
Started fallin' back with it, and got with a Colin Kaepernick practice sock

One and half a dick: Apple Watch

front axle, walked in a Bass Pro Shop with David Hasselhoff
Pulled Tabasco sauce out of my
over a fisherman's tackle box and asked if they had a laugh 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 bitch, slob on it with gobs of lipstick
Got a shoppin' list for you to run odds and ends with
There's not a bitch on this earth I can be monogamous
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 hate blondes!" and one...
I'm

Love to shit
Shovin' Clark Kent's undergarments in the glove compartment of the bucket, bumpin' Bubba
I'm parkin' up at Targets, trouble causer, a double crosser,
shadiest mothafucka you'll ever come
Olympic gymnast, been for "some assaults"
A couple lawsuits, enough to a stomach ulcer
Same damn brain scan as Rainman's'es
Something's aweful when Dustin Hoffman's up in your mummy costume
on stage 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
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 with the
She wants
an escape plan
Three-inch blade on point, a See-and-Say

Consider me a dangerous man, but you be afraid of this dang candidate
You say Trump don't kiss ass like a '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 that'll make me happy's walkin' up to Uncle Sam naked, laughin', dick cupped in hand, screamin', "Fuck safe sex!"
Throw a latex and an test at him!
Tell Congress I run this land, and I want the banned, and make it snappy

Addiction to and static
Addict who escape the habit
Continue to chase the dragon, but as fate have it,
I 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 sped away in the station wagon
Stacey Dash's and Casey Anthony's crazy asses in the backseat Stayfree pads at me
Dead in the passenger 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 catch it like you it at me encased in plastic

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

Draw blood
Even pop shit on my pop shit, and it's
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 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 traveling with 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
my chest wasn't having to get these rhymes 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 fucking Agatha Christie novel!

But my patience is thin
Swear I been contemplatin' rubbing shit in face 'til I smear it in
Diss you in lyric until 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, some kush
You're my first take, nail you
Can't lie, I
If I won you over, you would be the 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, three pant sizes
Tush against your damn side, your puss
and are squished
What of attire's that?
I'm ready to be
Psychopath, bet you we'll get it poppin' like a

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

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

Why am I such a