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I adamantly attack the alphabet With an anecdotal algorithm made of Adamantium I'm like an Adderall-addicted anaconda or an alcoholic Or an asshole like A-Rod, no anabolics But I brutally and beautifully butcher the bangin' beat Brushin' bubbly all over your booby and booty beef 'Cause I'm a carpenter, I come carvin' your carcass Leavin' all these carp-fish crushed on the carpet Crumblin' chron' in Colorado with my Cal cronies I'm Crammin' it full of condiments like it's a Calzone Delicious, I didn't drive and drink Whether diamonds or dimes, man, I'm divin' deep Like an electric eel, I'm elegantly eloquent And every cent I've ever earned just entered me in the election I got eleven brains like an enormously-educated Einstein with Elephantitis of the erection A freak! I'm fighting with a flatfooted felon Five falcons just flew to a fountain and fell in Googling, googly-eyed girls to get inside Golly gee from Glasgow to Guatemala's gentrified A hippopotamus is high on heroin, he heckles me And hires Haitian Hank to hand his ho a hysterectomy In hateful hieroglyph, I hurl-out hyperbolic hubris And hang with Hipster Helen, that's the hooker with the huge hips I'm ill, I'm Icarus I ignite idiots in idioms and issues Jumpy jargon, I joust like Jacare Jivin' Japanese Judo and Jiujitsu Killin' 'em like a kid, got a Kilogram of Ketamine for Kwanza Knit a Kimono made of Komodo Dragon skin I'm rich like a Klingon that be kickin' it at the Kremlin But I'm kickin' through your door, call me Kramer Kardashian Lethal, literally litter A little limerick that be littler than a Leprechaun A menace that'll manifest the melancholy mayhem Makin' a metamorphosis until I'm mechanized like Megatron Nick Nolte: a nerdy native of Nebraska Needs a neon ninja and a nectarine from NASA Ominously, I mean, it's obvious, you see, a Orthodontist oozin' out oodles of onomatopoeias Oswalt: Patton, pickin' a pocket, pluckin' a patent I pickle purple poop in Patron for pure passion I got a question, I gotta quiz ya Let's step on the gas and go quicker, uh! I'm really gettin' ready for the revolution Reeled a rotten rhythm ring around a Russia Ronda Rousey resort Serve a simple sentiment a simile that's smokin' Like a sheet of Sudafed, I'm swiftly swimmin' like a seahorse Titties on Atilla Tell, a teller that'll toe tag Terminator gun inside a turtle tattered tote bag Thugs are un-American Unattractive and unwanted as an ugly pair of Uggs Vivid and vivaciously venomous With the wicked wombats, only walkin' where women is Gettin xenophobic at the Xanadu, XOXO Yippy-ki-yay, yours truly, Mac, yes, yo!
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