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, mother****er, I was taught

if you see these on fire

You had to put it out yourself like Highland Park,

no fire depar**ent

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 **** 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, mother****er, 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 skamp as Hannibal stocking

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?

**** 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 ****ing amped

I'mma spark with 'em

Like the car with the cables hooked

to my ****ing 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 ****ers are all gonna do my bidding

Don't get dragged to the auction

Neiman Marcus, bags of the Tylenol

I'll push a ****er 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 ****ing 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 **** 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,

Wants to Pounce

How I laugh in response 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 a misogynist

I slap [?] with a lobster, throw her off a balcony

Just so happens she's fond of Al

Cause now she's faceplanting on the concrete

Complete lack of responsibility

Half you a*****es ain't strong

enough to pick up a spirit

**** it, you ****ers 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 shit, thievery

Ransom for JonBenét Ramsey,

Chandra Levy, and Gary Condit

Always scared 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 a*****e

That might've disguise pants, but they on fire

So am I-a, wooh, Cappadonna, cut the track off

Sabotage Chris**as, crap in your stocking

I'm wrapping up all the presents

In ****ing 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, spla*******ng 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