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

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

Born the endorphins of a pathetic orphan
Endless source and of extension cords in dresser drawers, and deadbolts on the bedroom door, and sexual torture kits kept in a separate storage bin
boyfriend!

Use intercourse to settle with women who have vendettas towards men
Dickhead is forced in 'till there's shredded
torn, and they're only bein' fed a portion
Bed sores, and sore shins, pregnant whores can get
Fetish for stickin' metal in, self-absorption
Skeletor, I to Hell and fell a floor
A predator, I'm headed for
Better warn 'em, what I lack in tact and a set of
I up for in metaphors like a cosmetic store

Stegosaurus, Chuck Norris 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 dress and four inch heels to address the
a bullseye on his back
His chest, and torso are left on the doorsteps of Trayvon's dad as a present for him!

In my present form I'm Desert
Appetite for destruction, there's no for
Aggressive, forceful, and less in every morsel
Unpleasant, hello, gorgeous!
The rebel with devil horns just fell off the yellow 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 Dukes with the hazards on at a traffic stop 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
Started fallin' back with it, and got slapped with a Colin practice sock

One ball and half a dick: Apple

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

You got it twisted, all 'cause I offered bitch 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 shoppin' list for you to run some odds and with
There's not a bitch on this earth I can be monogamous
non-existent

Robin Thicke a throbbin' dick on some suave and slick shit, but I shout derivatives at bitches like fuckin' missile launchers
Misfit, blond, and
I've gone ballistic, with a frostin' 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, Bubba Sparxxx
I'm double parkin' up at Targets, trouble causer, a crosser,
shadiest mothafucka ever come across
Olympic gymnast, known for "some assaults"
A couple lawsuits, enough to a stomach ulcer
damn brain scan results as Rainman's'es
Something's aweful when Dustin dressin' up in your mummy costume
on dancin' to "Brain Damage,"
What's the problem? Nothing's wrong, the name brand is back to status

Run the faucet, I'mma dunk a of Trump supporters underwater
up on 'em in Ray-Bans in a gray van with 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 VMAs the stagehand
She kielbasa
an escape plan
Three-inch on point, like a See-and-Say

Consider me a dangerous man, but you should be afraid of this dang
You say Trump don't ass like 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
I get in office
Second thing that'll make me happy's up to Uncle Sam naked, laughin', dick cupped in hand, screamin', "Fuck safe sex!"
a latex and an AIDS test at him!
Tell Congress I run this land, and I the rubber banned, and make it snappy

to friction and static
Addict who can't the habit
to chase the dragon, but as fate would have it,
I walked 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 away in the station wagon
Stacey Dash's and Casey Anthony's crazy asses in the backseat throwin' Stayfree 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 and catch it like you threw it at me encased in plastic

And send Dylann Roof through the of the Benz
he spins like a pinwheel and begins feelin'
like a windmiller with a build while his skin's peelin',
and skids 'til he a cement pillar
Swing for the fence like Fielder, knock it into the upper peninsula
You wanna go 'zilla, The Rap God?
When I quit? Never been realer
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 syllable
a syringe, 'til I...

Draw first
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 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 rock 'cause who would have thought this much of a cocksucker to go across the 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 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 chest having to get these rhymes off 'em
But the that I have 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 Agatha 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 the pen and never appear again if you actually had fuckin' 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 first take, 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 Anheuser Busch
too small, least three pant sizes
Tush mushed your damn side, your puss
and thighs are
What of attire's that?
I'm ready to be
Psychopath, bet you we'll get it poppin' a flat

the match to ignite the wrath
Got knives to slash and slice in half
Piper might just have to picket 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 star 69'ed the

Why am I such a