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Jumped out of the 2nd floor of a record store with a Treacherous cassette
and a cassette
in Ecuador with Edward

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

with the endorphins of a pathetic orphan
Endless source and reservoir of extension cords in dresser drawers, and deadbolts on the 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 there's shredded
Reddish torn, and only bein' fed a portion
Bed sores, and sore shins, whores can get abortions
Fetish for stickin' metal forks in,
Skeletor, I went to Hell and fell a
A predator, I'm for competitors
Better warn 'em, I lack in tact and a set of morals
I make up for in like a cosmetic store

Stegosaurus, Chuck Norris a thesaurus
Yes, of course, a of warrants
You some? Come and get some, boys!
I'm Daniel Pantaleo a refresher course on excessive force and pressure points,
and dressin' George Zimmerman in a orange dress and four inch heels to address the court
with a bullseye on his
His whole chest, and torso are left on the doorsteps of 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 with devil 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."

Expired on the Saturn...
Got Catherine Bach in the 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 back lookin' half in
Had a heart attack, and dead
Started fallin' back with it, and got slapped with a Colin Kaepernick sock

One ball and half a Apple Watch

Cracked front axle, in a Bass Pro Shop with David Hasselhoff
Pulled sauce out of my satchel
Knocked over a tackle 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, on it with gobs of lipstick
Got a list for you to run some odds and ends with
not a bitch on this earth I can be monogamous with
She's

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

Love to start
Shovin' Clark Kent's undergarments in the glove compartment of the bucket, bumpin' Sparxxx
I'm parkin' up at Targets, trouble causer, a double crosser,
shadiest mothafucka ever come across
gymnast, been known for "some assaults"
A lawsuits, enough to cause a stomach ulcer
Same damn brain results as Rainman's'es
Something's aweful 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 bunch of supporters underwater
up on 'em in Ray-Bans in a gray van with a spray tan
It's a wrap, like an ACE

Don't-give-a-fuck persona, to my last DNA
E&J in the waistband, at the VMAs the stagehand
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 dang 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' loose cannon 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
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 latex and an AIDS at him!
Tell I run this land, and I want the rubber banned, and make it snappy

Addiction to and static
who can't escape the habit
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 asses in the backseat throwin' Stayfree pads at me
passenger in the passenger seat
Unfasten the safety latches, and slam on the in traffic 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 Dylann Roof through the windshield of the Benz
until he spins a pinwheel and begins feelin'
like a windmiller with a build 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 go against 'zilla, The Rap God?
When will I quit? Never been
The in-stiller of fear, not even a scintilla of doubt whose pens iller Prince in a chinchilla or Ben Stiller in a suspense thriller
Revenge killer, syllable binge
a syringe, 'til 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 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 Hudson of rock 'cause who would have thought this 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 time traveling me
Try and follow, as I wobble, relapse into history, a flask of the whiskey
Tip it back then I'm twisting wine bottles like what happened to Chris Reeve's spine
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 who diss me is more of a spectacular mystery than a fucking Agatha Christie crime novel!

But my patience is thin
Swear I been contemplatin' rubbing shit in 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 then I think of Molly Qerim and I 'em in that direction and forget my ideas for them...

Molly, I'm off you
Man, light some
You're my take, I'll nail you
lie, I gush
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 some Anheuser Busch
Jeans too small, least three sizes
Tush mushed against your side, your puss
and are squished
What of attire's that?
I'm to be rode
Psychopath, bet you get it poppin' like a flat

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

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

Why am I such a