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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 from the Hessian war and hence the origin of the Headless Horseman

Born with the endorphins of a pathetic
Endless source and reservoir of cords in dresser drawers, and deadbolts on the bedroom door, and sexual torture kits kept in a separate storage bin
boyfriend!

Use intercourse to scores with women who have vendettas towards men
Dickhead is forced in 'till shredded foreskin
Reddish torn, and they're only fed a portion
Bed sores, and sore shins, pregnant whores can get
Fetish for metal forks in, self-absorption
Skeletor, I went to Hell and 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 like a cosmetic

Stegosaurus, Chuck Norris with a
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 dress and four inch heels to address the court
a bullseye on his back
His whole chest, and torso are left on the doorsteps of dad as a present for him!

In my present I'm Desert Storm
Appetite for destruction, there's no for
Aggressive, forceful, and less in every morsel
Unpleasant, hello, gorgeous!
The rebel devil horns 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 Daisy Dukes with the hazards on at a 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 dead
Started back with it, and got slapped with a Colin Kaepernick practice sock

One and half a dick: Apple Watch

Cracked front axle, walked in a Pro Shop with David Hasselhoff
Pulled Tabasco out of my satchel
Knocked over a fisherman's tackle box and asked if they had a in stock?
was fuckin' stupid...

You got it twisted, all 'cause I offered this bitch a doggie biscuit, you call me
Bitch, get to this 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 I can be monogamous with
non-existent

Robin Thicke with a throbbin' dick on some suave and slick shit, but I shout at bitches like fuckin' missile launchers
Misfit, blond, and
Like I've 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' Sparxxx
I'm parkin' up at Targets, trouble causer, a double crosser,
mothafucka you'll ever come across
Olympic gymnast, been for "some assaults"
A lawsuits, enough to cause a stomach ulcer
Same brain scan results as Rainman's'es
Something's aweful Dustin Hoffman's dressin' up in your mummy costume
on dancin' 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 supporters
up on 'em in Ray-Bans in a gray van with a spray 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 kielbasa
Pre-arrange an escape
Three-inch on point, like a See-and-Say

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 campaign 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 doesn't 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', dick in hand, screamin', "Fuck safe sex!"
Throw a 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 the habit
to chase the dragon, but as fate 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 blast it, and sped away in the wagon
Stacey Dash's and Casey Anthony's crazy in the backseat throwin' 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 threw it at me in plastic

And send Dylann Roof through the windshield of the
until he spins like a and begins feelin'
like a windmiller a thin 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 'zilla, The Rap God?
When will I quit? Never been
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 blood
Even pop on my pop shit, and it's popular
be more awkwarder cause you're innocence I robbed you of
It's my that got stuck up
Taught ya ta, not give a slapstick hockey

The broad 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 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 have thought this much of a cocksucker to go across the of Vivica Fox with a box cutter?

was for 50

Little slap on the wrist, be
I'm unravelin'
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 bottles like what 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 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 is wearing thin
Swear I been contemplatin' rubbing shit in 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 Qerim and I steer 'em in that direction and forget 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 would be the prize
I'm entranced by your looks, come and the Shady franchise a push
You can get it in the can like some Anheuser
Jeans too small, three pant sizes
Tush mushed against your damn side, your
and are squished
kind of attire's that?
I'm to be rode
Psychopath, bet you get it poppin' like a flat

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

Hard to describe in
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 lines I rap,
and bars, wouldn't dial it back if I star 69'ed the track

Why am I such a