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

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

Born with the of a pathetic orphan
source and reservoir of extension cords in dresser 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 there's shredded foreskin
Reddish torn, and only bein' fed a portion
Bed sores, and sore shins, pregnant can get abortions
Fetish for stickin' metal in, self-absorption
Skeletor, I went to Hell and fell a
A predator, I'm headed for
Better warn 'em, what I lack in tact and a set of
I make up for in metaphors like a cosmetic

Stegosaurus, Norris with a thesaurus
Yes, of course, a of warrants
You want some? and get some, boys!
I'm givin' Daniel Pantaleo a refresher course on excessive 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 less remorseful in every
Unpleasant, hello, gorgeous!
The rebel with devil horns just fell off the yellow 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 in the back in Daisy Dukes with the hazards on at a traffic stop gettin' harassed, signed an autograph for this asshole cop's daughter
Laughed 'cause I called her a on it, he spat on it, and brought it back lookin' half in shock
Had a heart attack, and dropped
Started fallin' back with it, and got with a Colin Kaepernick practice sock

One ball and half a Apple Watch

Cracked front axle, walked in a Bass Pro with David Hasselhoff
Tabasco 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 spas in this bitch, on it with gobs 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 monogamous
She's

Robin with a throbbin' dick on some 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 hate blondes!" and 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, trouble causer, a crosser,
shadiest mothafucka you'll come across
gymnast, been known for "some assaults"
A couple lawsuits, to cause a stomach ulcer
Same damn brain 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 problem? Nothing's wrong, the name is back to reclaim status

Run the faucet, I'mma dunk a of Trump supporters underwater
Snuck up on 'em in Ray-Bans in a van with a spray tan
It's a wrap, like an ACE

persona, to my last DNA strand
E&J in the waistband, at the VMAs the stagehand
She kielbasa
Pre-arrange an escape
blade on point, like a See-and-Say

Consider me a man, but you should be afraid of this dang candidate
You say Trump kiss 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 on the button who doesn't have to answer to no one?
idea!

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

Addiction to and static
who can't escape the habit
Continue to chase the dragon, but as fate have it,
I walked up in Major Magics dressed as the man in a laser tag vest and a racin' jacket with a gauge to blast it, and sped away in the station wagon
Stacey and Casey Anthony's crazy asses in the backseat throwin' Stayfree pads at me
Dead passenger in the passenger
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 and catch it like you threw it at me encased in plastic

And send Dylann Roof through the windshield of the
until he spins like a pinwheel and feelin'
like a windmiller with a thin build while his peelin',
and skids 'til he a cement 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 pens iller than Prince in a chinchilla or Ben Stiller in a suspense thriller
Revenge killer, avenge syllable
Fill a syringe, I...

first blood
Even pop shit on my pop shit, and it's
be more awkwarder cause you're innocence I robbed you of
It's my fingers got stuck 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 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 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 grappling your time traveling with me
Try and follow, as I wobble, relapse history, with a flask of the whiskey
Tip it back then I'm twisting wine like what happened to Chris Reeve's spine column
That's the plan of attack when I'm my problems
Wish my chest having to get these rhymes off 'em
But the fact I have so many rappers against me mind boggles
And why I haven't come back on these faggots who diss me is more of a spectacular mystery than a fucking Christie crime novel!

But my patience is wearing
Swear I been contemplatin' rubbing 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 Molly Qerim and I steer 'em in that and forget my ideas for them...

Molly, I'm off you
Man, some 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 give the Shady franchise a
You can get it in the can like some Busch
Jeans too small, least three sizes
Tush mushed against your damn side, puss
and are squished
What of attire's that?
I'm to be rode
Psychopath, bet you we'll get it poppin' a flat

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

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

Why am I such a