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

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

Born with the 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 scores with women who have vendettas towards men
Dickhead is forced in 'till shredded foreskin
Reddish torn, and they're bein' fed a portion
Bed sores, and shins, pregnant 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, I lack in tact and a set of morals
I make up for in metaphors like a store

Stegosaurus, Norris with a thesaurus
Yes, of course, a mess of
You want some? and get some, boys!
I'm givin' Daniel Pantaleo a course on excessive force and pressure points,
and dressin' George Zimmerman in a fluorescent orange dress and four inch to address the court
with a on his back
His whole chest, and torso are left on the 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 remorseful in every
Unpleasant, hello, gorgeous!
The rebel devil horns just fell off the yellow short bus

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

Expired on the Saturn...
Got Bach 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
'cause I called her a brat on it, he spat on it, and brought it back 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: Apple

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

You got it twisted, all 'cause I offered this bitch a doggie biscuit, you 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 this earth I can be monogamous
non-existent

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

Love to start
Shovin' Clark Kent's 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 come across
Olympic gymnast, known for "some assaults"
A couple lawsuits, enough to cause a stomach
damn brain scan results as Rainman's'es
Something's aweful when Dustin Hoffman's dressin' up in mummy costume
on stage to "Brain Damage,"
What's the Nothing's wrong, the name brand is back to reclaim status

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

persona, to my last DNA strand
E&J in the waistband, at the VMAs the stagehand
She wants
Pre-arrange an escape
blade 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 runs his campaign 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 doesn't have to to no one?
idea!

If I was president "gettin' off" is the first order of
I get in office
Second thing that'll me happy's 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

to friction and static
Addict who can't the habit
Continue to chase the dragon, but as would have it,
I up in Major 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 and Casey Anthony's crazy asses in the backseat throwin' Stayfree pads at me
Dead passenger in the passenger
Unfasten the safety latches, and slam on the brakes in traffic so hard I the relocation brackets for the monster tires
'finna get a murder case and catch it you threw it at me encased in plastic

And send Dylann Roof through the windshield of the
he spins like a pinwheel and begins feelin'
like a windmiller with a thin build while his peelin',
and skids he hits a cement pillar
Swing for the fence Prince Fielder, knock it into the upper peninsula
You go against 'zilla, The Rap God?
When will I quit? been realer
The in-stiller of fear, not even a scintilla of whose pens iller than Prince in a chinchilla or Ben Stiller in a suspense thriller
Revenge killer, avenge syllable
Fill a syringe, I...

Draw blood
pop shit on my pop shit, and it's popular
Couldn't be more awkwarder you're innocence I robbed you of
It's my fingers that got up
ya ta, not give a slapstick hockey puck

The broad with 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 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 quickly
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 wine bottles like what happened to Chris Reeve's column
That's the of attack when I'm fixing my problems
Wish my wasn't having to get these rhymes off 'em
But the fact that I have so many rappers me mind boggles
And why I come back on these faggots who diss me is more of a spectacular mystery than a fucking Agatha Christie crime novel!

But my patience is wearing
Swear I been contemplatin' rubbing shit in your face I smear it in
Diss you in every lyric until you fear the pen and 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
You're my first take, I'll you
Can't lie, I
If I won you over, you would be the grand
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 three pant
Tush mushed against your side, your puss
and thighs are
What of attire's that?
I'm to be rode
Psychopath, bet you we'll get it like a flat

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

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

Why am I such a