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Jumped out of the 2nd floor of a record store with a Four cassette
and a cassette
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 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 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, pregnant can get abortions
Fetish for metal forks in, self-absorption
Skeletor, I went to Hell and fell a
A predator, I'm headed for
Better warn 'em, I lack in tact and a set of morals
I make up for in metaphors a cosmetic store

Stegosaurus, Chuck with a thesaurus
Yes, of course, a mess of
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 fluorescent orange and four inch heels 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 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 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."

Expired on the Saturn...
Got Catherine 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
'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
fallin' back with it, and got slapped with a Colin Kaepernick practice sock

One ball and half a Apple Watch

Cracked front axle, walked in a Bass Pro with David Hasselhoff
Pulled sauce out of my satchel
Knocked over a tackle box and asked if they had a laugh in stock?
That was stupid...

You got it twisted, all 'cause I offered this 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 list 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' dick on some suave and slick shit, but I shout derivatives at bitches like fuckin' missile
Misfit, blond, and
Like I've gone ballistic, a frostin' tip kit
Screamed, "I blondes!" and became one...
I'm

to start shit
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, known for "some assaults"
A couple lawsuits, enough to a stomach ulcer
Same damn scan results as Rainman's'es
Something's aweful when 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 a bunch of Trump supporters underwater
Snuck up on 'em in Ray-Bans in a gray van a spray tan
It's a wrap, like an ACE

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

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

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

And send Dylann Roof through the windshield of the
until he spins like a pinwheel and feelin'
like a windmiller with a thin while his skin's peelin',
and skids 'til he hits a pillar
Swing for the fence like Prince Fielder, it into the upper peninsula
You go against 'zilla, The Rap God?
When will I quit? Never 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
Revenge killer, avenge binge
Fill a syringe, I...

Draw first
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 give a slapstick hockey

The broad hunter with the sawed off like an arm when it's lopped off of ya, but I'm not gonna get the shotgun or the 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 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 unravelin'
My squabbles, I'm grappling with your traveling with me
Try and follow, as I wobble, relapse into history, with a 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 wasn't having to get these rhymes off 'em
But the fact that I have so many rappers against me mind
And why I haven't come back on these faggots who diss me is of a spectacular mystery than a fucking Agatha Christie crime novel!

But my patience is wearing
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 again if you actually had careers to end

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

Molly, I'm off you
Man, light some
You're my 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, come and the Shady franchise a push
You can get it in the can like some Busch
Jeans too small, three pant sizes
Tush mushed against your damn side, puss
and are squished
kind of attire's that?
I'm ready to be
Psychopath, bet you get it poppin' like a flat

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

Hard to describe in
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 69'ed the track

Why am I such a