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

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

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

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

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

In my present I'm Desert Storm
Appetite for destruction, there's no for
Aggressive, forceful, and less remorseful in every
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."

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 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' back with it, and got slapped a Colin Kaepernick practice sock

One ball and half a dick: Watch

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

You got it twisted, all 'cause I offered bitch a doggie biscuit, you call me misogynistic?
Bitch, get to this 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 earth I can be with
non-existent

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

Love to shit
Shovin' Clark Kent's undergarments in the glove compartment of the bucket, bumpin' Bubba
I'm double parkin' up at Targets, causer, a double crosser,
shadiest mothafucka you'll ever come
Olympic gymnast, known for "some assaults"
A couple lawsuits, enough to cause a stomach
Same damn scan results as Rainman's'es
Something's aweful when Dustin Hoffman's dressin' up in your mummy
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 gray van 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 VMAs with the
She wants
an escape plan
Three-inch blade on point, a See-and-Say

Consider me a dangerous man, but you should be afraid of this candidate
You say Trump don't kiss ass like a puppet 'cause he 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 to answer to no one?
idea!

If I was president "gettin' off" is the first of business
I get in office
Second thing that'll make me happy's walkin' up to Uncle Sam naked, laughin', 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

Addiction to 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' jacket with a gauge to blast it, and sped away in the wagon
Stacey Dash's and 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 so hard I snapped the relocation brackets for the monster tires
'finna get a murder case and it like you threw it at me encased in plastic

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

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

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 it's not a shock, I'm an obnoxious fucker...
The Rock Hudson of rock 'cause who would have thought this 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 grappling with your time traveling me
Try and follow, as I wobble, into history, with a flask of the whiskey
Tip it back then I'm twisting bottles like what happened to Chris Reeve's spine column
the plan of attack when I'm fixing my problems
Wish my chest wasn't having to get rhymes off 'em
But the that I have so many rappers against me mind boggles
And why I come back on these faggots who diss me is more of a spectacular mystery than a fucking Agatha Christie crime novel!

But my is wearing thin
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 Qerim and I steer 'em in that direction and forget my ideas for them...

Molly, I'm off you
Man, light some
my first take, I'll nail you
Can't lie, I
If I won you over, you be the grand prize
I'm entranced by your looks, come and give the Shady franchise a
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
What of attire's that?
I'm ready to be
Psychopath, bet you get it poppin' like a flat

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

Hard to in fact
Startling, violent, perhaps are things that come to mind as 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 dial it back if I star 69'ed the

Why am I such a