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

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

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

Use intercourse to settle scores with who have vendettas towards men
Dickhead is forced in 'till there's foreskin
Reddish torn, and they're only fed a portion
Bed sores, and sore shins, whores can get abortions
Fetish for stickin' metal in, self-absorption
Skeletor, I to Hell and fell a floor
A predator, I'm for competitors
Better warn 'em, what I lack in and a set of morals
I make up for in like a cosmetic store

Stegosaurus, Chuck Norris with a
Yes, of course, a of warrants
You want Come and get some, boys!
I'm givin' Pantaleo a refresher course on excessive force and pressure points,
and dressin' George Zimmerman in a fluorescent orange dress and four 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 present form I'm Desert
Appetite for destruction, no suppressant for
Aggressive, forceful, and less in every morsel
Unpleasant, hello, gorgeous!
The rebel with devil horns just 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 hazards on at a traffic gettin' harassed, signed an autograph for this asshole cop's daughter
Laughed 'cause I her a brat on it, he spat on it, and brought it back lookin' half in shock
Had a attack, and dropped dead
Started fallin' with it, and got slapped with a Colin Kaepernick practice sock

One ball and a dick: 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?
That was 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 bitch, slob on it with gobs of lipstick
Got a shoppin' for you to run some odds and ends with
not a bitch on this earth I can be monogamous 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 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 of the bucket, bumpin' Bubba Sparxxx
I'm double parkin' up at Targets, causer, a double crosser,
shadiest mothafucka you'll come across
Olympic gymnast, known for "some assaults"
A couple lawsuits, enough to a stomach ulcer
Same damn brain results as Rainman's'es
Something's aweful when Dustin Hoffman's 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 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 last DNA
E&J in the waistband, at the with the stagehand
She wants
an escape plan
Three-inch blade on point, like a

Consider me a dangerous man, but you should be afraid of this dang
You say Trump don't kiss ass like a puppet 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 "gettin' off" is the first order of business
I get in office
Second thing that'll make me happy's walkin' up to 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 make it

to friction and static
Addict who can't the habit
Continue to chase the dragon, but as fate have it,
I walked up in Major Magics dressed as the maintenance man in a laser tag vest and a racin' jacket 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 passenger in the seat
Unfasten the safety latches, and slam on the brakes in traffic so hard I snapped the relocation brackets for the tires
'finna get a murder case and catch it you threw it at me encased in plastic

And send Dylann Roof through the of the Benz
he spins like a pinwheel and begins feelin'
like a with a thin build while his skin's peelin',
and skids 'til he hits a cement
Swing for the fence like Fielder, knock it into the upper peninsula
You go against 'zilla, The Rap God?
When I quit? Never been realer
The in-stiller of fear, not even a scintilla of doubt whose pens iller than in a chinchilla or Ben Stiller in a suspense thriller
Revenge killer, syllable binge
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 got stuck up
ya ta, not give a slapstick hockey puck

The broad hunter with the sawed off like an arm when 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 Hudson of rock '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, a flask of the whiskey
Tip it back then I'm twisting wine bottles like what happened to Chris spine column
That's the plan of attack when I'm my problems
Wish my chest wasn't to get these rhymes off 'em
But the fact that I so many rappers against me mind boggles
And why I haven't come 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 been contemplatin' rubbing shit in your 'til I smear it in
Diss you in every lyric until you fear the pen and appear again if you actually had fuckin' careers to end

But then I think of Molly Qerim and I steer 'em in 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 grand
I'm entranced by your looks, come and the Shady franchise a push
You can get it in the can like some Busch
Jeans too small, least three sizes
Tush mushed against your damn side, your
and are squished
What 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 slice hermaphrodites in
Piper Chapman might just have to me like a scab

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

Why am I such a