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

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

Born 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 to settle scores with women who have vendettas towards men
Dickhead is forced in 'till there's foreskin
Reddish torn, and they're only 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, I lack in tact and a set of morals
I up for in metaphors like a cosmetic store

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 excessive and pressure points,
and dressin' George Zimmerman in a orange dress and four inch heels to address the court
a bullseye on his back
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 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."

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 it back lookin' half in shock
Had a heart attack, and dropped
fallin' back with it, and got slapped with a Colin Kaepernick practice sock

One ball and half a dick: Apple

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

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

Robin Thicke with a throbbin' 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 hate blondes!" and one...
I'm

to start shit
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
Olympic gymnast, been for "some assaults"
A couple lawsuits, enough to a stomach ulcer
Same damn scan results as Rainman's'es
Something's aweful when Dustin dressin' up in your mummy costume
on dancin' to "Brain Damage,"
the problem? Nothing's wrong, the name brand is back to reclaim status

Run the faucet, dunk a bunch of Trump supporters underwater
Snuck up on 'em in 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 with the stagehand
She wants
an escape plan
Three-inch blade on point, a See-and-Say

Consider me a man, but you should be afraid of this dang candidate
You say Trump don't kiss ass like a puppet 'cause he runs his campaign with his own for the fundin'
And that's what you wanted, a fuckin' loose cannon who's blunt with his on the button who doesn't have to answer to no one?
idea!

If I was "gettin' off" is the first order of business
I get in office
Second that'll make 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 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 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 crazy asses in the backseat throwin' Stayfree at me
passenger 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
get a murder case and catch it like you threw it at me encased in plastic

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

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

The broad hunter with the sawed off 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 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 with me
Try and follow, as I wobble, relapse into history, with a flask of the
Tip it back then I'm twisting wine like what happened to Chris Reeve's spine column
That's the plan of when I'm fixing my problems
Wish my chest wasn't having to get these 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 is wearing thin
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 again if you actually had fuckin' careers to end

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

Molly, I'm off you
Man, some kush
You're my take, I'll nail you
Can't lie, I
If I won you over, you be the grand prize
I'm entranced by your looks, come and the Shady franchise a push
You can get it in the can like some Anheuser
Jeans too small, least pant sizes
Tush mushed against your side, your puss
and are squished
kind of attire's that?
I'm to be rode
Psychopath, bet you we'll get it poppin' like a

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

Hard to in fact
Startling, violent, perhaps are things come to mind as soon as I start spitting rhymes like that
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 69'ed the

Why am I such a