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

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

with the endorphins of a pathetic 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 settle with women who have vendettas towards men
Dickhead is forced in 'till shredded foreskin
torn, and they're only bein' fed a portion
Bed sores, and sore shins, whores can get abortions
for stickin' metal forks in, self-absorption
Skeletor, I went to Hell and 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 cosmetic

Stegosaurus, Chuck Norris with a
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 and four inch heels to address the court
a bullseye on his back
His whole chest, and torso are left on the doorsteps of Trayvon's dad as a for him!

In my form I'm Desert Storm
Appetite for destruction, there's no for
Aggressive, forceful, and less in every morsel
Unpleasant, hello, gorgeous!
The rebel with devil horns fell 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 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 brat on it, he spat on it, and brought it lookin' half in shock
Had a attack, and dropped 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 with David Hasselhoff
Tabasco sauce out of my satchel
Knocked over a fisherman's tackle box and if they had a laugh in stock?
That was stupid...

You got it twisted, all 'cause I offered this bitch a 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 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 some and slick shit, but I shout derivatives at bitches like fuckin' missile launchers
Misfit, blond, and
Like I've gone ballistic, a frostin' tip kit
Screamed, "I hate blondes!" and one...
I'm

Love to start
Shovin' Kent's 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 brain scan results as Rainman's'es
Something's when Dustin Hoffman's dressin' up in your mummy costume
on stage to "Brain Damage,"
the problem? Nothing's wrong, the name brand is back to reclaim status

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

persona, to my last DNA strand
E&J in the waistband, at the VMAs with the
She wants
Pre-arrange an plan
Three-inch on point, like a See-and-Say

Consider me a dangerous man, but you should be afraid of this candidate
You say don't 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' cannon who's 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 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 land, and I want the rubber banned, and make it snappy

Addiction to friction and
Addict who can't escape the
Continue to chase the dragon, but as fate have it,
I walked up in Major 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
Stacey Dash's and Casey Anthony's crazy asses in the backseat 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
get a murder case and catch it like you threw it at me encased in plastic

And send Dylann Roof the windshield of the Benz
he spins like a pinwheel and begins feelin'
like a windmiller with a thin build while his peelin',
and skids 'til he a cement pillar
Swing for the like Prince 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 Prince in a chinchilla or Ben Stiller in a thriller
Revenge killer, avenge binge
Fill a syringe, I...

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

The broad hunter 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 such an obnoxious fucker...
The Rock Hudson of rock 'cause who would have thought much of a cocksucker to go across the buttocks of Vivica Fox with a box cutter?

was for 50

Little on the wrist, be warned
I'm quickly
My squabbles, I'm grappling with your traveling with me
Try and follow, as I wobble, relapse into history, with a of the whiskey
Tip it back then I'm wine bottles like what happened to Chris Reeve's spine column
That's the of attack when I'm fixing my problems
my chest wasn't having to get these rhymes off 'em
But the fact that I have so many rappers 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 rubbing shit in your face 'til I smear it in
Diss you in lyric until you fear the pen and never appear again 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 some
You're my first take, nail you
lie, I gush
If I won you over, you be the grand prize
I'm entranced by your looks, come and give the franchise a push
You can get it in the can like Anheuser Busch
Jeans too small, least pant 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' a flat

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

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

Why am I a dick?