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

Witness the metamorphosis of a 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 bedroom door, and sexual torture kits kept in a separate bin
boyfriend!

Use intercourse to settle scores with 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
Fetish for stickin' forks in, self-absorption
Skeletor, I to Hell and fell a floor
A predator, I'm for competitors
Better warn 'em, what I 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 want Come and get some, boys!
I'm Daniel Pantaleo a refresher course on excessive force and pressure points,
and dressin' George Zimmerman in a fluorescent orange dress and four inch to address the court
a bullseye on his back
His chest, and torso are left on the doorsteps of Trayvon's dad as a present 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 just off the yellow short bus

Met a said, "When you wanna get sexual?"
She said, "However I fit in schedule. I'm flexible."

tags on the Saturn...
Got Catherine Bach in the back in Daisy Dukes with the hazards on at a traffic stop gettin' harassed, signed an for this asshole cop's daughter
Laughed 'cause I called her a brat on it, he spat on it, and it back lookin' half in shock
Had a heart attack, and dropped
Started fallin' back with it, and got slapped with a Kaepernick practice sock

One and half a dick: Apple Watch

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

You got it twisted, all 'cause I this bitch a doggie biscuit, you call me misogynistic?
Bitch, get to this dick!
Like in this bitch, slob on it with gobs of lipstick
Got a shoppin' for you to run some odds and ends with
There's not a bitch on earth I can be monogamous with
non-existent

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

to start shit
Shovin' Kent's undergarments in the glove compartment of the bucket, bumpin' Bubba Sparxxx
I'm double parkin' up at Targets, causer, a double crosser,
shadiest mothafucka you'll ever across
gymnast, been known for "some assaults"
A lawsuits, enough to cause a stomach ulcer
Same damn scan results as Rainman's'es
Something's aweful when Dustin Hoffman's dressin' up in your costume
on dancin' to "Brain Damage,"
What's the problem? Nothing's wrong, the name brand is back to status

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

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 escape
Three-inch on point, like a See-and-Say

Consider me a dangerous man, but you be afraid of this dang 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 have to answer to no one?
idea!

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

to friction and static
Addict who escape the habit
Continue to chase the dragon, but as fate have it,
I walked up in 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 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 like a pinwheel and begins
like a windmiller with a thin build while his peelin',
and skids 'til he a cement pillar
Swing for the fence like Prince Fielder, knock it the upper peninsula
You go against 'zilla, The Rap God?
will I quit? Never been realer
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, avenge syllable
a syringe, 'til I...

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

The broad hunter with the sawed off like an arm 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 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 slap on the wrist, be
I'm unravelin'
My squabbles, I'm with your time traveling with me
Try and follow, as I wobble, relapse into history, with a flask of the
Tip it back then I'm twisting bottles like what happened to Chris Reeve's spine column
That's the plan of attack I'm fixing my problems
my chest wasn't having to get these rhymes off 'em
But the fact that I have so many against me mind boggles
And why I haven't come on these faggots who diss me is more of a spectacular mystery than a fucking Agatha Christie crime novel!

But my is wearing thin
I been contemplatin' rubbing shit in your face 'til I smear it in
Diss you in every until you fear the pen and never appear again 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, light some
my first take, I'll nail you
Can't lie, I
If I won you over, you would be the grand
I'm entranced by your looks, and give the Shady franchise a push
You can get it in the can like some Anheuser
Jeans too small, least pant sizes
mushed against your damn side, your puss
and are squished
What kind of that?
I'm to be rode
Psychopath, bet you we'll get it poppin' a flat

Light the match to the wrath
Got knives to slash and slice in half
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 like that
And you really surprised at that, but as far as these lines I rap,
and these bars, dial it back if I star 69'ed the track

Why am I a dick?