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Jumped out of the 2nd floor of a record store with a Treacherous Four
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

Born 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 shredded foreskin
Reddish torn, and they're only fed a portion
Bed sores, and sore shins, whores can get abortions
for stickin' metal forks in, self-absorption
Skeletor, I went to and fell 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, Norris with a thesaurus
Yes, of course, a mess of
You some? 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 orange dress and four inch to address the court
with a bullseye on his
His whole chest, and torso are left on the 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 remorseful in morsel
Unpleasant, hello, gorgeous!
The rebel devil horns just fell off the yellow short bus

Met a contortionist said, "When you 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 on it, and brought it back lookin' half in shock
Had a attack, and dropped dead
Started fallin' back with it, and got slapped with a Colin Kaepernick sock

One ball and half a Apple Watch

Cracked front axle, walked in a Bass Pro Shop with David
Pulled Tabasco out of my satchel
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 this bitch a doggie biscuit, you call me misogynistic?
Bitch, get to massagin' dick!
spas in this bitch, slob on it with gobs of lipstick
Got a shoppin' list for you to run odds and ends with
There's not a bitch on this earth I can be with
non-existent

Robin Thicke with a throbbin' dick on suave and slick shit, but I shout 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

Love to shit
Shovin' Kent's undergarments in the glove compartment of the bucket, bumpin' Bubba Sparxxx
I'm double up at Targets, trouble causer, a double crosser,
shadiest mothafucka you'll ever come
Olympic gymnast, been for "some assaults"
A couple lawsuits, enough to a stomach ulcer
damn brain scan results as Rainman's'es
Something's when Dustin Hoffman's dressin' up in your mummy costume
on stage to "Brain Damage,"
What's the Nothing's wrong, the name brand is back to reclaim status

Run the faucet, I'mma dunk a bunch of Trump supporters
Snuck up on 'em in Ray-Bans in a gray van with a tan
a wrap, like an ACE bandage

Don't-give-a-fuck persona, to my last DNA
E&J in the waistband, at the VMAs with the
She kielbasa
Pre-arrange an plan
blade on point, like a See-and-Say

Consider me a dangerous man, but you should be afraid of this dang
You say Trump don't kiss ass like a 'cause he runs his campaign with his own cash for the fundin'
And that's what you wanted, a loose cannon 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 order of
I get in office
Second thing that'll me happy's walkin' up to Uncle Sam naked, laughin', dick cupped in hand, screamin', "Fuck safe sex!"
a latex and an AIDS 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 escape the
Continue to 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' with a gauge to blast it, and sped away in the station wagon
Stacey Dash's and Casey Anthony's crazy asses in the backseat Stayfree pads at me
Dead passenger in the seat
Unfasten the safety latches, and slam on the brakes in traffic so hard I the relocation brackets for the monster tires
'finna get a murder case and catch it like you threw it at me encased in

And send Dylann Roof through the of the Benz
until he spins a pinwheel and begins feelin'
like a windmiller with a thin while his skin's peelin',
and skids he hits a cement pillar
Swing for the fence like Fielder, knock it into the upper peninsula
You wanna go '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 cause you're innocence I robbed you of
It's my fingers got stuck up
Taught ya ta, not give a slapstick 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 Rock Hudson of rock 'cause who would have thought this much of a cocksucker to go across the buttocks of Vivica Fox a box cutter?

was for 50

Little on the wrist, be warned
I'm quickly
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 wine bottles like what happened to Chris Reeve's spine column
That's the plan of attack when I'm fixing my
Wish my chest wasn't having to get these off 'em
But the fact I have 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 wearing
I been contemplatin' rubbing shit in your 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 I think of Molly 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, I'll you
Can't lie, I
If I won you over, you be the grand prize
I'm entranced by your looks, and give the Shady franchise a push
You can get it in the can like Anheuser Busch
Jeans too small, least three sizes
Tush against your damn side, your puss
and are squished
What of attire's that?
I'm to be rode
Psychopath, bet you we'll get it like a flat

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

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

Why am I a dick?