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Jumped out of the 2nd floor of a record with a Treacherous Four cassette
and a recorder
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 of a pathetic orphan
Endless source and reservoir of extension cords in dresser drawers, and deadbolts on the bedroom door, and sexual torture kits in a separate storage bin
boyfriend!

Use intercourse to settle scores with women who vendettas towards men
Dickhead is forced in 'till there's shredded
torn, and they're only bein' fed a portion
Bed sores, and shins, pregnant whores can get abortions
Fetish for metal forks in, self-absorption
Skeletor, I went to and fell a floor
A predator, I'm headed for
Better warn 'em, what I lack in and a set of morals
I make up for in metaphors a cosmetic store

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

In my present form I'm Storm
Appetite for destruction, no suppressant for
Aggressive, forceful, and remorseful in every morsel
Unpleasant, hello, gorgeous!
The rebel devil horns just fell 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 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 dead
Started back with it, and got slapped with a Colin Kaepernick practice sock

One ball and half a Apple Watch

Cracked front axle, in a Bass Pro Shop with David Hasselhoff
Pulled Tabasco sauce out of my
Knocked over a fisherman's 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 bitch, slob on it with gobs of lipstick
Got a shoppin' list for you to run some odds and with
There's not a bitch on this I can be monogamous with
non-existent

Robin Thicke with a throbbin' dick on some suave and slick shit, but I 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 start
Shovin' Clark Kent's in the glove compartment of the bucket, bumpin' Bubba Sparxxx
I'm double up at Targets, trouble causer, a double crosser,
shadiest mothafucka ever come across
Olympic gymnast, been for "some assaults"
A couple lawsuits, to cause a stomach ulcer
Same damn brain results as Rainman's'es
Something's aweful when Dustin Hoffman's dressin' up in your mummy
on stage to "Brain Damage,"
What's the problem? 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 Ray-Bans in a van with a spray tan
a wrap, like an ACE bandage

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

me a dangerous man, but you should be afraid of this dang candidate
You say Trump don't ass like a puppet 'cause 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 order of business
once I get in
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 AIDS at him!
Congress I run this 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 have 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
Dead in the passenger seat
the safety latches, and slam on the brakes in traffic so hard I snapped the relocation brackets for the monster tires
'finna get a case and catch it like you threw it at me encased in plastic

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

first blood
Even pop on my pop shit, and it's popular
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 hunter with 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 Hudson of rock '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 with your time traveling with me
Try and follow, as I wobble, relapse into history, with a of the whiskey
Tip it back then I'm twisting wine bottles like happened to Chris Reeve's spine column
the plan of attack when I'm fixing my problems
Wish my wasn't having to get these rhymes off 'em
But the fact that I have so many 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
Swear I been contemplatin' rubbing shit in your face 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 steer 'em in that direction and my ideas for them...

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

Light the match to ignite the
Got knives to slash and slice hermaphrodites in
Piper Chapman might just to picket 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 these I rap,
and these bars, wouldn't dial it back if I star 69'ed the

Why am I such a