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

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

Born with the endorphins of a pathetic
Endless source and reservoir of extension cords in dresser drawers, and 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 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 for competitors
Better 'em, what I lack in tact and a set of morals
I make up for in metaphors like a store

Stegosaurus, Chuck Norris a thesaurus
Yes, of course, a mess of
You some? Come and get some, boys!
I'm Daniel Pantaleo a refresher course on excessive force and pressure points,
and dressin' George Zimmerman in a fluorescent orange dress and inch 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 form I'm Desert Storm
Appetite for destruction, no suppressant for
Aggressive, forceful, and remorseful in every morsel
Unpleasant, hello, gorgeous!
The rebel with devil horns just fell off the 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 back in Daisy Dukes with the hazards on at a traffic stop gettin' harassed, signed an autograph for this asshole 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 dropped
Started fallin' back with it, and got with a Colin Kaepernick practice sock

One ball and a dick: Apple Watch

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

You got it twisted, all 'cause I offered this a doggie biscuit, you call me misogynistic?
Bitch, get to this dick!
Like spas in this bitch, slob on it gobs of lipstick
Got a shoppin' list for you to run some odds and with
not a bitch on this earth I can be monogamous with
She's

Robin Thicke with a throbbin' dick on some suave and shit, but I shout derivatives at bitches like fuckin' missile launchers
Misfit, blond, and
Like gone ballistic, with a frostin' tip kit
Screamed, "I hate blondes!" and one...
I'm

Love to start
Shovin' Clark Kent's undergarments in the compartment of the bucket, bumpin' Bubba Sparxxx
I'm parkin' up at Targets, trouble causer, a double crosser,
shadiest mothafucka ever come across
Olympic gymnast, known for "some assaults"
A lawsuits, enough to cause a stomach ulcer
Same damn brain results as Rainman's'es
Something's aweful Dustin Hoffman's dressin' up in your mummy costume
on stage to "Brain Damage,"
What's the problem? wrong, the name brand is back to reclaim status

Run the faucet, I'mma 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

Don't-give-a-fuck persona, to my last DNA
E&J in the waistband, at the with the stagehand
She wants
Pre-arrange an escape
Three-inch blade on point, like a

Consider me a dangerous man, but you should be of this dang candidate
You say Trump don't kiss ass a puppet 'cause he runs his campaign with his own cash for the fundin'
And that's what you wanted, a fuckin' loose 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
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 latex and an test at him!
Congress I run this land, and I want the rubber banned, and make it snappy

Addiction to friction and
Addict who escape the habit
Continue to chase the dragon, but as fate would 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 Anthony's asses in the backseat throwin' Stayfree pads at me
Dead in the passenger seat
Unfasten the safety latches, and slam on the brakes in traffic so hard I snapped the relocation for the monster tires
'finna get a murder and catch it like you threw it at me encased in plastic

And send Roof through the windshield of the Benz
until he spins like a pinwheel and begins
like a windmiller with a thin build his skin's peelin',
and skids 'til he a cement pillar
Swing for the like Prince Fielder, knock it into the upper peninsula
You go against 'zilla, The Rap God?
When will I quit? been 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, avenge binge
a syringe, 'til I...

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

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 objects that are sharp when I shop, and 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 the buttocks of Vivica Fox with a box cutter?

was for 50

Little on the wrist, be warned
I'm unravelin'
My squabbles, I'm grappling with time traveling with me
Try and follow, as I wobble, relapse into history, with a flask of the
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 my problems
Wish my chest wasn't having to get rhymes off 'em
But the fact that I have so many against me mind boggles
And why I haven't back on these faggots who diss me is more of a spectacular mystery than a fucking Agatha Christie crime novel!

But my patience is wearing
Swear I been contemplatin' shit in your face 'til I smear it in
Diss you in every lyric until you fear the pen and never appear if you actually had fuckin' careers 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, some kush
You're my first take, nail you
lie, I gush
If I won you over, you would be the prize
I'm entranced by your looks, come and give the franchise a push
You can get it in the can like Anheuser Busch
Jeans too small, least three sizes
Tush mushed against damn side, your puss
and are squished
kind of attire's that?
I'm to be rode
Psychopath, bet you we'll get it like a flat

Light the match to the wrath
Got to slash and slice 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 rhymes like that
And you really surprised at that, but as far as these lines I rap,
and these bars, wouldn't dial it if I star 69'ed the track

Why am I such a