I'm liable to a violent spark with a silent thought I disgust you like dialogue the shop to The Wired Frog Night club, shit, I was if you see these on fire You had to put it out yourself Highland Park, no fire department So you may not sirens at all But be alarmed if I sound off Something just ain't with me, dawg A on a private charter, whose life could be harder Widely regarded, highly bite me, sweetheart, I'm slightly But tonight I'm starting shit, I'm feeling righteous I might just hop in a mosh pit on some Mike and Pac shit to box with anybody, disorderly conduct I'll fuck around and snort a key and pick a with a locksmith Fan of the LOX, bananas, manic, I'm going in Frantic, I'm in a closet Panic cause I'm claustrophobic No, faggot, I mean I can't from movement Cause I had no room for I'm practically squashed, it and boxed it Toxic, hands are arsenic, bars, examine the content Bar exam, start of Hamilton slash Manson and Bronson Animal snarls, jaws Shark mandibles, lambs slaughter skamp as Hannibal stocking Anthony Hopkins his hands in his pockets out, Zach Galifianakis, gallons of Vodka But I gallon some I bet you ring a bell when I come back and I'm conscious What happened, doc? I passed out making me break into vacant's naked Stole a Magnum box and bag Cirocs in of a Doxon Fell asleep Fear Factor and Scare Tactics Too close to the stair Poked a hole in the air and popped it up shortly there after, hungover No one to wear, grasping a bear, it and dropped it Air Max in my closet, Nikes made out of ostrich And the cross is a cross mix Of a rhinoceros, possum skin, and a dolphin Dolphin fin dockers, cautious, drop crotches Swats and sneakers matches with the parkers But it's being overstepped at a boxing gym With all these trainers, but I don't any boxers And I'm standing here naked, hangover, still Like paper you write raps on, Yo, why does it always sound I'm grabbing my nostrils? Fuck that, battle 'em all, I'll battle 'em all I'll stand there and mad at a wall Until the mannequin scatter the inanimate objects I'm badder than all, shatter and fall Cause I the track And I'm starting to get fucking amped, I'mma with 'em Like the car with the hooked to my fucking back, I'm a Duracell But I sure as hell got it backwards cause y'all get jumped And I'd catch the charge, but I got a hunch like your back it's arching When I start attacking your You'll feel Master Card when I'm charging So take a swipe at me, I'm straight at you Clay Matthews from the Green Bay Packers So get the of Wisconsin That's nutbag I'm talking, who am I kidding? You faggots are all do my bidding Don't get to the auction Neiman Marcus, bags of the I'll push a bitch into traffic, just watch this Stretched, tinted, sedan my ass See I'm at you wack I drop you off at Saks Fifth Ave In a fucking taxi cab to go Affable guy door is laughable My next whore's gon' mechanical arms That'll jack me off a lotion dispenser with a motion sensor No emotion I guess this sick prick dies hard I got a Magic It's like a magic allows me to not let a blonde arouse me If Rousey was on the couch, with the condoms out Holding a thousand Magnums at once, Wants to How I laugh in response how she dances and flaunts it me Her flat badonkadonk is bouncing around And all I see is [?] she's in a blouse And Madonna with mud on her, got I a misogynist I slap [?] with a lobster, throw her off a Just so happens fond of Al Cause now faceplanting on the concrete Complete lack of Half you ain't strong enough to pick up a spirit Shit, you faggots couldn't shoplift at a shop But I let the lift 'em up, boost the energy Klepto, I'm to rip shop up, but my thing is this now Five discount Been rapping so long I've been this shit, it's easy Kidnapping your mom cause I'm still in bitch, thievery Ransom for JonBenét Ramsey, Levy, and Gary Condit Always scared if I went to the blonde I might relapse, get to bullshit Perhaps I'll some cracker taunts at Action Bronson Macklemore and Mac Miller and Roth some back and forths And record a wack response to Kendrick Lamar's Control And Fack in concert plays] Yo, I put that shit on a Greatest Hits Now was awesome It takes some massive balls to do some shit like Sometimes I have to ponder why people are (I'll around) And put up with my so long for What's the attraction, Is it the fact I'm a walking, talking, actual quadruple entendre Or the pointy nose that's pointing at you, Who knows at point, it's always poking so meh Still get along with this voice cause that's the So with a sociopath, everyone who knows me knows that What they don't know is the fact calls me Pinocchio, meh She the way I lie Sits on my face and waits for my nose to Pathological liar, oh, why am I such an might've disguise pants, but they on fire So am I-a, wooh, Cappadonna, cut the off Sabotage Christmas, crap in your I'm wrapping up all the In fucking camouflage so you can't find 'em Jack Santa Claus, Rudolph's antlers off Wrap his schnoz in gauze and blind him Blowing the head gasket at Bed, Bath and Put the basket back while the bath salt are gone Know you really of me sampling Billy Squier But classic acid rap is the genre Got Slash on guitar, splashing Bizarre, Trasher and And I'm a spectacular archer, count Dracula Chocula Godzilla, half dragon and Bob Bandwagoners the damn stragglers off and I'm strangling 'em Kim Basinger on the ass