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Ready the cops, ready the riot gear, ready the bombs Ready the cars, fuck it ready the tank, hit the alarm Trilogy infinity bars, I'll spit in your mouth Break in your house, shit on your couch, hit your kid and spouse Survival shit homey Driving with a corset made of dynamite sticks on me Arm me with an army jacket with a pistol in it I'll just pistol whip you like a bitch, you calling me a bitch? Your lip is busted dripping crimson on the floor honey You see it's all fun and games Until you're falling on my sword gutted to the core buddy With a 4x4 to your jaw, assaulting your balls with a saw, and some sea salt Loaded cannon on the other side of a seesaw With an "If you see something, say something" sign (hee haw) Guitar strings, and a key card with a sharpened end Will make me carve things in ya deep scars that never mend But never mind Jeannie right She's harmless calm as condom in a convents quarters As Common as Lonnie, or women covered in islamic countries Or conflict in congress Or in Copenhagen commenting danke Idiot I'm unmitigatedly brilliant, bet again Better go back the to beginning Fezig, Finnegan Put in your bid again, bet Grae Kiss the converse, Leroy I'll windmill bee boy all over your kinfolk And I don't mean breakdance I'll throw a hive at boy And kick him in a windmill and then spin the damn spoke I'm Pig Pen but swarming with half notes Treble clefs, bass clefs, half rest as top hat Delivery legato as fuck and not a libertine who liberally fucks I deliberately say "fuck that" Tongue in the second letter of vocabulary Make it come and go whenever necessary Yes nigga I cuffed that Drink a big cup of Never Bit of hilarity If you front the flow I dare whatever ya test I love that Bethenny Frankel, slim chance of that shit I'm Dr Gonzo on constant natural acid trip My natural state is bat country Do I want some molly? No ma'am, Al Bundy Marcy Darcy haircut, Daria attitude Marty McFly Air mags, pardon the magnitude I make references to shit I like I really don't care if it's a hit on site I'm not blackpeoplemeet I spit on mics Aww man I'm sorry Is the kid alright? All night long Lionel Richie, Vince Vaughn And I'll stretch my shit out like Cardiff Giant off a plane Arcane is an innocuous descriptive of the lane But Arkham is more accurate and smarter to claim Wayne manner, not the house, but the same mannerisms Played out, but without the pain of the slain parental figures Orphan rap, endorphin rap, dolphin rape Wait… how'd that get in there, aww too late Orphan Black, multiple characters, same actor Jean With a St. Patrick's Day theme, drink An almanac of culpable narratives, in back of me With a quaint braggish Grae lean Blink, and you'll probably miss it But I'm glad well you listened And that the fans who get it Whenever damn well they spread it If it's thin as pancetta you do could it damn better I'm like the Whoville anthem and their mascot forget it Imagine Bambaataa in Calcutta in 76 With a Cosby sweater on That's how hot I am Then imagine Dorothy Parker in Alaska in 1926 sitting a bar That's how hot I am Also Many levels of hotness My pineal gland is on a vacation topless Cut me, I bleed agave. That's obnoxious Why would you need to cut me just trust me, it's a process I could build your confidence Also be your accomplice (laughs) I couldn't say that with a straight face I'm way too honest I'll push you in the Gowanus for nothing I'll punch you in the vomit button I'm kinda like Rick Moranis but with Vigo in him (Vigo) I'm from the land of Cry Freedom (Biko) I probably would have fucked Mc Lovin Yipee-ki-yay John McClane I don't die hard I don't Dylan I'll never die at all I get dye jobs, for sticking up dive bars And making the old guys lick up the whole stripper pole And make 2 sidecars, side bars Sidecars are delicious So lift a cup or two, bitches To the motherfucker who these other motherfuckers wanna do