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    ShadyXV
    (专辑: SHADYXV - 2014)
    
    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 your CD's on fire  You had to put it out yourself like Highland Park, no fire department  So you might 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 
have 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 to the 
slaughter  Looking scamp as Hannibal stalking  Anthony Hopkins with his hands in his pockets  Black out, Zach Galifianakis, gallons of Vodka  But that gal has 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 
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, hungover  No underwear, grasping a 
Bayer Aspirin and dropped it  Air Max in my closet, preposterous Nikes made out of ostrich  And the 
cross stitching is a 
cross mixing  Of a 
rhinoceros, possum skin, giraffe and a 
dolphin  Fin Dockers, OshKoshes, drop crotches  Swatch watches and sneakers matches with the 
Parkers  But it's like being overstaffed 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 a 
mall  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'mma spark plug, I'm like the 
car with the 
cables hooked up 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 MasterCard 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 Vuitton and all  I'll push a 
bitch into oncoming traffic, just watch this  Stretched, tinted, black sedan my ass  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  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'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, throw her off a 
balcony  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  Shit, you fags 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  ("Em") Paul was scared that if I 
went back to the 
blonde  I 
might relapse, get on some bullshit  Perhaps I'll launch some cracker taunts at Action Bronson  Macklemore, Mac Miller and Asher Roth  And 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 my disguise is pants, but they on fire  So am I-a, wooh, Cappadonna, cut the 
track off (fart sound)  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, I 
 Know you really tired of me sampling Billy Squier  But classic rock acid rap is the 
genre  Got Slash on guitar, splashing Bizarre, Thrasher and Aerosmith  And I'm a 
spectacular archer, feed count Dracula Chocula  Godzilla, half dragon and Bob Dylan  Bandwagoners, I'm kicking the 
damn stragglers off and I'm strangling 'em  Smack Kim Basinger on a 
ass....  
 
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