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

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

with the endorphins of a pathetic orphan
Endless source and reservoir of extension cords in 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 have towards men
Dickhead is forced in 'till there's shredded
torn, and they're only bein' fed a portion
Bed sores, and sore shins, pregnant can get abortions
Fetish for stickin' metal forks in,
Skeletor, I went to Hell and a floor
A predator, I'm headed for
Better warn 'em, I lack in tact and a set of morals
I make up for in metaphors like a store

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

In my form I'm Desert Storm
for destruction, there's no suppressant for
Aggressive, forceful, and less remorseful in every
Unpleasant, hello, gorgeous!
The rebel with devil horns 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 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 lookin' half in
Had a heart attack, and dropped
Started fallin' back with it, and got with a Colin Kaepernick practice sock

One ball and half a dick: Watch

Cracked axle, walked in a Bass Pro Shop with David Hasselhoff
Pulled sauce out of my satchel
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 this bitch, on it with gobs of lipstick
Got a shoppin' list for you to run some and ends with
There's not a bitch on this earth I can be with
She's

Robin Thicke with a throbbin' dick on some suave and slick shit, but I derivatives 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

Love to start
Shovin' Clark Kent's undergarments in the glove compartment of the bucket, bumpin' Sparxxx
I'm parkin' up at Targets, trouble causer, a double crosser,
shadiest mothafucka you'll ever across
Olympic gymnast, been for "some assaults"
A couple lawsuits, enough to cause a stomach
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? Nothing's wrong, the name 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 gray van with a tan
a wrap, like an ACE bandage

Don't-give-a-fuck persona, to my DNA strand
E&J in the waistband, at the VMAs with the
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 kiss ass like a puppet 'cause he runs his campaign with his own cash for the fundin'
And that's what you wanted, a fuckin' loose cannon 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 order of
once I get in
Second thing that'll make me happy's walkin' up to Sam naked, laughin', dick cupped in hand, screamin', "Fuck safe sex!"
a latex and an AIDS test at him!
Tell Congress I run this land, and I the rubber banned, and make it snappy

Addiction to and static
who can't escape 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 racin' jacket with a gauge to it, and sped away in the station wagon
Stacey Dash's and Casey Anthony's crazy asses in the backseat throwin' Stayfree at me
Dead in the passenger seat
Unfasten the safety latches, and slam on the brakes in traffic so hard I snapped the 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 a pinwheel and begins feelin'
like a windmiller with a thin build while his peelin',
and skids he hits a cement pillar
Swing for the fence like Prince Fielder, it into the upper peninsula
You go against 'zilla, The Rap God?
When will I quit? Never 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 binge
Fill a syringe, I...

Draw blood
Even pop shit on my pop shit, and popular
Couldn't be more awkwarder cause innocence I robbed you of
It's my fingers got stuck up
Taught ya ta, not give a hockey 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 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 slap on the wrist, be
I'm quickly
My squabbles, I'm grappling your time traveling with me
Try and follow, as I wobble, relapse into history, a flask of the whiskey
Tip it back then I'm twisting wine bottles what happened 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 fact that I have so many rappers me mind boggles
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 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 actually had fuckin' 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
my first take, I'll nail you
Can't lie, I
If I won you over, you would be the prize
I'm entranced by looks, come and give the Shady franchise a push
You can get it in the can like some Busch
too small, least three pant sizes
Tush mushed against damn side, your puss
and thighs are
What kind of attire's
I'm to be rode
Psychopath, bet you we'll get it like a flat

Light the match to ignite the
Got knives to slash and hermaphrodites in half
Piper Chapman just have to picket 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 surprised at that, but as far as these lines I rap,
and bars, wouldn't dial it back if I star 69'ed the track

Why am I a dick?