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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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