ShadyXV

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

been 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

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

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