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(Verse 1) I'm liable to start a violent spark with a silent thought I disgust you like dialogue from the shop to The Wired Frog Night club, shit, I was taught if you see these on fire You had to put it out yourself like Highland Park, no fire department So you may not hear sirens at all But don't be alarmed if I sound off Something just ain't right with me, dawg A martyr on a private charter, whose life could be harder Widely regarded, highly bite me, sweetheart, I'm slightly retarded But tonight I'm starting shit, I'm feeling self righteous I might just hop in a mosh pit on some Mike Tyson and Pac shit Looking to box with anybody, disorderly conduct I'll fuck around and snort a key and pick a fight with a locksmith Fan of the Lox, bananas, manic, I'm going in shock Frantic, I'm trapped in a closet Panic attack cause I'm claustrophobic No, faggot, I mean I can't maneuver from movement Cause I had no room for improvement I'm practically squashed, unpacked it and boxed it Toxic, hands are arsenic, flammable bars, examine the content Bar exam, start of insanity Charles Hamilton slash Manson and Bronson Animal snarls, cannibal jaws Shark mandibles, lambs that'll slaughter Looking scamp as Hannibal stalking Anthony Hopkins with his hands in his pockets Black out, Zach Galifianakis, gallons of Vodka But I gallon some knockers I bet you they ring a bell when I come back and I'm conscious What happened, doc? I passed out again Alcohol's making me break into vacant's naked Stole a Magnum box and bag Cirocs in back of a Doxon Fell asleep watching Fear Factor and Scare Tactics Too close to the stair master Poked a hole in the air mattress and popped it Woke up shortly there after, hungover No one to wear, grasping a bear, rasped it and dropped it Air Max in my closet, preposterous Nikes made out of ostrich And the cross stitching is a cross mix Of a rhinoceros, possum skin, giraffe and a dolphin Dolphin fin dockers, eyes cautious, drop crotches Swats watches and sneakers matches with the parkers But it's like being overstepped at a boxing gym With all these trainers, but I don't have any boxers And I'm standing here naked, hangover, still wasted Like paper you write raps on, obnoxious Yo, why does it always sound like I'm grabbing my nostrils? Fuck that, I'll battle 'em all, I'll battle 'em all I'll stand there and yell mad at a wall Until the mannequin doll scatter the inanimate objects That I'm badder than all, shatter and fall Cause I hear the track And I'm starting to get fucking amped, I'mma spark plug Like the car with the cables hooked to my fucking back, I'm a Duracell But I sure as hell got it backwards cause y'all could get jumped And I'd catch the battery charge, but I got a hunch like your back when it's arching When I start attacking your squadron You'll feel like Master Card when I'm charging So take a swipe at me, I'm coming straight at you Like Clay Matthews from the Green Bay Packers So get the sack of Wisconsin That's nutbag that I'm talking, who am I kidding? You faggots are all gonna do my bidding Don't get dragged to the auction Neiman Marcus, bags of the Tylenol I'll push a bitch into oncoming traffic, just watch this Stretched, tinted, black sedan my ass See I'm at you wack when I drop you off at Saks Fifth Ave In a fucking taxi cab to go shopping Affable guy next door is laughable My next whore's gon' have mechanical arms That'll jack me off with a lotion dispenser with a motion sensor No emotion hence I guess this sick prick dies hard I got a Magic Johnson It's like a Magic Wand allows me to not let a blonde arouse me If Ronda Rousey was on the couch, with the condoms out Holding a thousand Magnums at once to pounce me I laugh in response to how she dances and flaunts it around me Her flat little badonkadonk is bouncing around And all I see is [?] she's slaughterhouse in a blouse And Madonna with mud on her, got dammit I am misogynist I slap Linda Ronstadt with a lobster, throw her off a balcony Just so happens she's fond of Al Cause now she's faceplants on the concrete Complete lack of responsibility Half you assholes ain't strong enough to pick up a spirit Shit, you faggots couldn't shoplift at a thrift shop But I let the track lift 'em up, boost the energy Klepto, I'm back to rip shop up, but my thing is this now Five finger discount Been rapping so long I've been killing this shit, it's easy Kidnapping your mom cause I'm still in this bitch, thievery Ransom for Jonbenét Ramsey, Chandra Levy, and Gary Condit Paul was scared that if I went back to the blonde I might relapse, get to some bullshit Perhaps I'll launch some cracker taunts at Action Bronson Macklemore and Mac Miller and Asher Roth Have some back and forths And record a wack response to Kendrick Lamar's Control verse And perform Fack in concert (Fack plays) Yo, I put that shit on a Greatest Hits album Now that was awesome It takes some massive balls to do some shit like that Sometimes I have to ponder why people are like (I'll stick around) And put up with my crap so long for What's the attraction, mama? Is it the fact that I'm a walking, talking, actual quadruple entendre Or the pointy nose that's pointing at you, mama? Who knows at this point, it's always poking so meh Still get along with this voice cause that's the monster So do-si-do with a sociopath, everyone who knows me knows that What they don't know is the fact Rihanna calls me Pinocchio, meh She loves the way I lie Sits on my face and waits for my nose to grow Pathological liar, oh, why am I such an asshole That might've disguise pants, but they on fire So am I-a, wooh, Cappadonna, cut the track off Sabotage Christmas, crap in your stocking I'm wrapping up all the presents In fucking camouflage so you can't even find 'em Jack Santa Claus, snap Rudolph's antlers off Wrap his schnoz in gauze bandage and blind him Blowing the head gasket at Bed, Bath and Beyond Put the basket back while the bath salt packets are gone Know you really tired of me sampling Billy Squier But classic rock acid rap is the genre Got Slash on guitar, splashing Bizarre, Trasher and Aerosmith And I'm a spectacular archer, feed count Dracula Chocula Godzilla, half dragon and Bob Dylan Bandwagoners kicking the damn stragglers off and I'm strangling 'em Smack Kim Basinger on the ass
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