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Jumped out of the 2nd floor of a record store with a Treacherous cassette
and a recorder
in Ecuador with 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 endorphins of a 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 scores with women who have vendettas towards men
Dickhead is forced in 'till there's foreskin
torn, and they're only bein' fed a portion
Bed sores, and sore shins, whores can get abortions
Fetish for stickin' metal forks in,
Skeletor, I went to and fell a floor
A predator, I'm headed for
Better 'em, what I lack in tact and a set of morals
I make up for in metaphors like a cosmetic

Stegosaurus, Chuck Norris a thesaurus
Yes, of course, a of warrants
You some? Come and get some, boys!
I'm givin' Daniel Pantaleo a course on excessive force and pressure points,
and George Zimmerman in a fluorescent orange dress and four inch heels to address the court
a bullseye on his back
His whole chest, and torso are on the doorsteps of Trayvon's dad as a present 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 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."

tags 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
'cause 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 fallin' back with it, and got with a Colin Kaepernick practice sock

One ball and half a dick: Watch

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

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

Robin Thicke with a throbbin' dick on some suave and slick shit, but I shout derivatives at 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 start
Shovin' Clark undergarments in the glove compartment of the bucket, bumpin' Bubba Sparxxx
I'm double parkin' up at Targets, trouble causer, a crosser,
shadiest mothafucka you'll ever come
Olympic gymnast, been for "some assaults"
A couple lawsuits, enough to cause a ulcer
Same damn brain results as Rainman's'es
aweful when Dustin Hoffman's dressin' up in your mummy costume
on stage to "Brain Damage,"
What's the problem? Nothing's wrong, the name brand is back to reclaim

Run the faucet, I'mma dunk a bunch of supporters underwater
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 with the
She kielbasa
Pre-arrange an escape
Three-inch blade on point, a See-and-Say

Consider me a dangerous man, but you be afraid of this dang candidate
You say Trump don't kiss ass like a puppet 'cause he runs his campaign with his own for the fundin'
And that's what you wanted, a fuckin' loose cannon who's blunt with his hand on the button who have to answer to no one?
idea!

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

Addiction to and static
Addict who can't the habit
Continue to chase the dragon, but as fate would it,
I walked up in 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 wagon
Dash's and Casey Anthony's crazy asses in the backseat throwin' Stayfree pads at me
Dead in the passenger seat
Unfasten the safety latches, and slam on the in traffic so hard I snapped the relocation brackets for the monster tires
'finna get a murder case and catch it you threw it at me encased in plastic

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

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

The broad hunter with the 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 '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 unravelin'
My squabbles, I'm with your time traveling with me
Try and follow, as I wobble, relapse into history, with a flask of the
Tip it back then I'm twisting wine bottles like what happened to Chris Reeve's column
That's the of attack when I'm fixing my problems
Wish my chest wasn't to get these rhymes off 'em
But the fact that I have so many rappers against me mind
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 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 if you actually had fuckin' careers to end

But then I of Molly Qerim and I steer 'em in that direction and forget my ideas 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 entranced by your looks, come and the Shady franchise a push
You can get it in the can some Anheuser Busch
too small, least three pant sizes
Tush mushed against your side, your puss
and thighs are
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 to slash and slice 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 spitting rhymes 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 a dick?