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

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 women 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, pregnant whores can get
for stickin' metal forks in, self-absorption
Skeletor, I went to Hell and a floor
A predator, I'm headed for
Better warn 'em, what I in tact and a set of morals
I make up for in metaphors like a cosmetic

Stegosaurus, Chuck Norris a thesaurus
Yes, of course, a of warrants
You some? Come and get some, boys!
I'm givin' Daniel Pantaleo a refresher course on force and pressure points,
and dressin' George Zimmerman in a fluorescent orange dress and inch heels to address the court
with a bullseye on his
His whole chest, and torso are left on the of Trayvon's dad as a present for him!

In my present form I'm Storm
Appetite for destruction, no suppressant for
Aggressive, forceful, and remorseful in every 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."

tags on the Saturn...
Got Catherine Bach in the back in Daisy Dukes with the hazards on at a traffic stop 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 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 Pro Shop with David Hasselhoff
Tabasco sauce out of my satchel
Knocked over a fisherman's tackle box and if they had a laugh in stock?
was fuckin' stupid...

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

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 gone ballistic, with a frostin' tip kit
Screamed, "I blondes!" and became one...
I'm

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

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

Don't-give-a-fuck persona, to my last DNA
E&J in the waistband, at the with the stagehand
She wants
an escape plan
Three-inch blade on point, a See-and-Say

Consider me a dangerous man, but you should be 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' cannon who's 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 and an AIDS test at him!
Tell Congress I run this land, and I want the rubber banned, and it snappy

Addiction to friction and
Addict who can't escape the
Continue to chase the dragon, but as would have it,
I walked up in Major Magics dressed as the maintenance man in a laser tag vest and a racin' jacket 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 in the passenger seat
Unfasten the safety latches, and slam on the brakes in traffic so hard I snapped the relocation brackets for the monster
'finna get a murder case and it like you threw it at me encased in plastic

And send Dylann Roof through the windshield of the
until he spins a pinwheel and begins feelin'
like a with a thin build while his skin's peelin',
and skids he hits a cement pillar
Swing for the fence like Prince Fielder, knock it into the upper
You wanna go against 'zilla, The Rap
When will I quit? Never realer
The in-stiller of fear, not even a scintilla of doubt whose iller than Prince in a chinchilla or Ben Stiller in a suspense thriller
killer, avenge syllable binge
Fill a syringe, I...

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

The broad hunter with the sawed off like an arm when it's lopped off of ya, but I'm not 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 '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 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 bottles what happened to Chris Reeve's spine column
That's the plan of attack when I'm fixing my
Wish my chest wasn't to get these rhymes off 'em
But the fact that I 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 thin
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 of Molly Qerim and I steer 'em in that direction 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 be the grand prize
I'm by your looks, come and give the Shady franchise a push
You can get it in the can like Anheuser Busch
Jeans too small, least three pant
Tush mushed against your damn side, your
and thighs are
kind of attire's that?
I'm to be rode
Psychopath, bet you get it poppin' like a flat

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

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

Why am I such a