i'm liable to start a violent spark with a silent thought
i disgust you like dialogue from the shop to the wired frog
i was taught if your cd's on fire
you had to put it out yourself like highland park
so you might not hear sirens at all
but don't be alarmed if i sound off
something just ain't right with me
a martyr on a private charter
whose life could be harder?
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
i'll fuck around and snort a key and pick a fight with a locksmith
panic attack cause i'm claustrophobic
i mean i can't maneuver from movement
cause i have no room for improvement
charles hamilton slash manson and bronson
looking scamp as hannibal stalking
anthony hopkins with his hands in his pockets
but that gal has some knockers
i bet you they ring a bell when i come back and i'm conscious
alcohol's making me break into vacant's naked
stole a magnum box and bag cirocs in back of a datsun
fell asleep watching fear factor and scare tactics
too close to the stairmaster
poked a hole in the air mattress and popped it
woke up shortly thereafter
grasping a bayer aspirin and dropped it
preposterous nikes made out of ostrich
and the cross stitching is a cross mixing
swatch watches and sneakers matches with the parkers
but it's like being overstaffed at a boxing gym
but i don't have any boxers
and i'm standing here naked
like paper you write raps on
why does it always sound like i'm grabbing my nostrils?
i'll stand there and yell that at a wall
until the mannequin doll scatter and the inanimate objects
that i'm battering all shatter and fall
cause i hear the track and i'm starting to get fucking amped
i'm like the car with the cables hooked up to my fucking back
but i sure as hell got it backwards cause y'all could get jumped
and i'd catch the battery charge
i got a hunch like your back when it's arching
when i start attacking your squadron
you'll feel like mastercard when i'm charging
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
you faggots are all gonna do my bidding
don't get dragged to the auction
i'll push a bitch into oncoming traffic
see how mad you act 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 gonna 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
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'll laugh in response to how she dances and flaunts it around me
her flat little badonkadonk is bouncing around
and all i see is paulie malign now
she's slaughterhouse in a blouse
and madonna with mud on her
god dammit i am misogynist
i slap linda ronstadt with a lobster
just so happens she's fond of algae
cause now she's faceplants on the concrete
complete lack of responsibility
half you assholes ain't strong enough to pick up a spirit
you fags couldn't shoplift at a thrift shop
but i let the track lift 'em up
been rapping so long i've been killing this shit
kidnapping your mom cause i'm still in this bitch
ransom for jonbenet ramsey
paul was scared that if i went back to the blonde
perhaps i'll launch some cracker taunts at action bronson
mac miller and asher roth
and have some back and forths
and record a wack response to kendrick lamar's control" verse