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

Witness the metamorphosis of a legend growin' like an expert swordsman from the Hessian war and 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 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 they're only bein' fed a
Bed sores, and shins, pregnant whores can get abortions
Fetish for stickin' metal forks in,
Skeletor, I went to and fell a floor
A predator, I'm for competitors
warn 'em, what I lack in tact and a set of morals
I make up for in metaphors like a store

Stegosaurus, Chuck Norris with a
Yes, of course, a of warrants
You want some? and get some, boys!
I'm givin' Daniel Pantaleo a refresher course on excessive and pressure points,
and George Zimmerman in a fluorescent 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 Trayvon's dad as a for him!

In my present I'm Desert Storm
for destruction, there's no suppressant for
Aggressive, forceful, and less remorseful in morsel
Unpleasant, hello, gorgeous!
The rebel with devil horns just fell off the 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 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' in shock
Had a heart attack, and dropped
Started fallin' back it, and got slapped with a Colin Kaepernick practice sock

One and half a dick: Apple Watch

Cracked front axle, walked in a Bass Pro with David Hasselhoff
Pulled Tabasco sauce out of my
Knocked over a fisherman's box and asked 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 this dick!
Like spas in bitch, slob on it with gobs of lipstick
Got a shoppin' list for you to run some odds and with
There's not a bitch on this earth I can be with
She's

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

Love to start
Shovin' Clark Kent's in the glove compartment of the bucket, bumpin' Bubba Sparxxx
I'm parkin' up at Targets, trouble causer, a double crosser,
shadiest you'll ever come across
Olympic gymnast, been for "some assaults"
A couple lawsuits, enough to cause a stomach
Same brain scan results as Rainman's'es
Something's when Dustin Hoffman's dressin' up in your mummy costume
on dancin' 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 underwater
up on 'em in Ray-Bans in a gray van with a spray tan
It's a wrap, an ACE bandage

Don't-give-a-fuck persona, to my DNA strand
E&J in the waistband, at the VMAs with the
She wants
Pre-arrange an plan
Three-inch blade on point, like a

Consider me a dangerous man, but you should be afraid of this candidate
You say Trump don't kiss ass a puppet 'cause he runs his campaign with his own cash for the fundin'
And what you wanted, a fuckin' loose 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
thing that'll make me happy's walkin' up to Uncle Sam naked, laughin', dick cupped in hand, screamin', "Fuck safe sex!"
Throw a and an AIDS test at him!
Tell I run this land, and I want the rubber banned, and make it snappy

Addiction to friction and
who can't escape the habit
Continue to chase the dragon, but as would 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 crazy asses in the throwin' Stayfree pads at me
Dead in the passenger seat
Unfasten the safety latches, and slam on the brakes in traffic so 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 and begins feelin'
like a windmiller with a thin while his skin's peelin',
and skids 'til he a cement pillar
Swing for the fence like Prince Fielder, knock it into the upper
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 than Prince in a chinchilla or Ben Stiller in a suspense
Revenge killer, avenge binge
Fill a syringe, I...

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

The broad hunter with the sawed off like an arm when it's 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 would 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 with your traveling with 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 column
That's the plan of attack when I'm fixing my
Wish my chest wasn't having to get rhymes off 'em
But the fact that I have so many against me mind boggles
And why I haven't come back on these faggots who diss me is more of a mystery than a fucking Agatha Christie crime novel!

But my patience is wearing
Swear I contemplatin' rubbing shit in your face 'til I smear it in
Diss you in every lyric until you fear the pen and never appear again if you had fuckin' careers to end

But then I think of Molly Qerim and I steer 'em in that direction and my ideas for them...

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

Light the match to ignite the
Got knives to slash and hermaphrodites 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 rhymes like 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 69'ed the track

Why am I a dick?