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

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

Born the endorphins 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 who have vendettas towards men
Dickhead is forced in 'till there's shredded
Reddish torn, and they're bein' fed a portion
Bed sores, and sore shins, pregnant can get abortions
Fetish for metal forks in, self-absorption
Skeletor, I went to and fell a floor
A predator, I'm headed for
warn 'em, what I lack in tact and a set of morals
I up for in metaphors like a cosmetic store

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

In my present form I'm Storm
for destruction, there's no suppressant for
Aggressive, forceful, and less in every morsel
Unpleasant, hello, gorgeous!
The rebel with devil horns just fell off the yellow 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 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 it back lookin' half in shock
Had a heart attack, and dropped
Started back with it, and got slapped with a Colin Kaepernick practice sock

One ball and half a Apple Watch

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

You got it twisted, all I offered this bitch a doggie biscuit, you call me misogynistic?
Bitch, get to massagin' dick!
Like spas in this bitch, slob on it with 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
She's

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

to start shit
Shovin' Clark Kent's undergarments in the glove compartment of the bucket, Bubba Sparxxx
I'm double parkin' up at Targets, causer, a double crosser,
mothafucka you'll ever come across
Olympic gymnast, been for "some assaults"
A couple lawsuits, to cause a stomach ulcer
Same brain scan results as Rainman's'es
Something's aweful when Dustin Hoffman's dressin' up in your costume
on dancin' 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
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 VMAs with the
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 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 who's blunt with his hand on the button who doesn't have to to no one?
idea!

If I was president "gettin' off" is the first of business
once I get in
Second thing make me happy's walkin' up to Uncle Sam naked, laughin', dick cupped in hand, screamin', "Fuck safe sex!"
Throw a and an AIDS test at him!
Tell Congress I run land, and I want the rubber banned, and make it snappy

to friction and static
Addict who can't 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 blast it, and sped away in the station
Stacey Dash's and Casey Anthony's crazy asses in the backseat throwin' pads at me
passenger 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 through the windshield of the Benz
until he spins like a pinwheel and feelin'
like a windmiller with a thin build his skin's peelin',
and skids 'til he hits a pillar
for the fence like Prince Fielder, knock it into the upper peninsula
You wanna go 'zilla, The Rap God?
will I quit? Never been realer
The in-stiller of fear, not even a scintilla of doubt whose pens iller than Prince in a or Ben Stiller in a suspense thriller
killer, avenge syllable binge
Fill a syringe, I...

Draw blood
pop shit on my pop shit, and it's popular
Couldn't be awkwarder cause you're innocence 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 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 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 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 like happened to Chris Reeve's spine column
That's the plan of attack I'm fixing my problems
my chest wasn't having to get these rhymes off 'em
But the fact that I have so many rappers me mind boggles
And why I haven't come back on 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' rubbing shit in your face I smear it in
Diss you in every lyric until you fear the pen and never appear again if you 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, light kush
my first take, I'll nail you
Can't lie, I
If I won you over, you would be the prize
I'm by your looks, come and give the Shady franchise a push
You can get it in the can like some Anheuser
Jeans too small, least three sizes
Tush mushed your damn side, your puss
and are squished
kind 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 hermaphrodites in half
Piper Chapman might just have to me like a scab

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

Why am I a dick?