Luyện nghe bài hát Campaign Speech

Jumped out of the 2nd floor of a record store with a Treacherous cassette
and a cassette
in with Edward Norton

Witness the metamorphosis of a growin' like an expert swordsman from the Hessian war and hence the origin of the Headless Horseman

with the endorphins of a pathetic orphan
Endless source and reservoir of extension cords in drawers, and deadbolts on the bedroom door, and sexual torture kits kept in a separate storage bin
boyfriend!

Use intercourse to settle with women who have vendettas towards men
Dickhead is forced in 'till there's shredded
Reddish torn, and they're only fed a portion
Bed sores, and sore shins, pregnant can get abortions
Fetish for metal forks in, self-absorption
Skeletor, I went to Hell and a floor
A predator, I'm headed for
warn 'em, what I lack in tact and a set of morals
I make up for in metaphors like a store

Stegosaurus, Chuck with a thesaurus
Yes, of course, a of warrants
You want some? and get some, boys!
I'm givin' Daniel Pantaleo a refresher course on force and pressure points,
and dressin' George Zimmerman in a orange dress and four inch heels to address the court
with a on his back
His whole chest, and torso are on the doorsteps of Trayvon's dad as a present for him!

In my present I'm Desert Storm
for destruction, there's no suppressant for
Aggressive, forceful, and less in every morsel
Unpleasant, hello, gorgeous!
The rebel with devil horns just fell off the short bus

Met a said, "When you wanna get sexual?"
She said, "However I fit in schedule. I'm flexible."

tags on the Saturn...
Got Catherine Bach in the back in Daisy Dukes with the hazards on at a traffic stop harassed, signed an autograph for this asshole cop's daughter
Laughed 'cause I her a brat on it, he spat on it, and brought it back lookin' half in shock
Had a heart attack, and dead
Started fallin' back with it, and got with a Colin Kaepernick practice sock

One ball and half a Apple Watch

Cracked front axle, walked in a Bass Pro Shop with Hasselhoff
Pulled sauce out of my satchel
Knocked over a tackle box and asked if they had a laugh in stock?
was fuckin' stupid...

You got it twisted, all 'cause I offered this a doggie biscuit, you call me misogynistic?
Bitch, get to massagin' dick!
Like spas in this bitch, on it with gobs of lipstick
Got a list for you to run some odds and ends with
not a bitch on this earth I can be monogamous with
She's

Robin Thicke with a throbbin' dick on some suave and slick shit, but I shout derivatives at bitches fuckin' missile launchers
Misfit, blond, and
Like I've gone ballistic, with a tip kit
Screamed, "I blondes!" and became one...
I'm

Love to shit
Shovin' Kent's undergarments in the glove compartment of the bucket, bumpin' Bubba Sparxxx
I'm double parkin' up at Targets, causer, a double crosser,
shadiest mothafucka you'll ever across
Olympic gymnast, been for "some assaults"
A couple lawsuits, enough to cause a stomach
Same damn brain scan as Rainman's'es
Something's aweful Dustin Hoffman's dressin' up in your mummy costume
on stage to "Brain Damage,"
What's the problem? wrong, the name brand is back to reclaim status

Run the faucet, I'mma dunk a bunch of Trump supporters
Snuck up on 'em in Ray-Bans in a van with a spray tan
It's a wrap, like an ACE

Don't-give-a-fuck persona, to my DNA strand
E&J in the waistband, at the with the stagehand
She wants
Pre-arrange an plan
Three-inch on point, like a See-and-Say

Consider me a dangerous man, but you be afraid of this dang candidate
You say Trump don't kiss ass like a puppet 'cause he his campaign with his own cash for the fundin'
And that's what you wanted, a fuckin' loose cannon who's blunt with his on the button who doesn't have to answer to no one?
idea!

If I was president "gettin' off" is the order of business
once I get in
Second thing that'll make me walkin' up to Uncle Sam naked, laughin', dick cupped in hand, screamin', "Fuck safe sex!"
a latex and an AIDS test at him!
Tell I run this land, and I want the rubber banned, and make it snappy

Addiction to friction and
Addict who can't escape the
Continue to chase the dragon, but as fate have it,
I walked up in Major Magics dressed as the maintenance man in a tag vest and a racin' jacket with a gauge to blast it, and sped away in the station wagon
Stacey Dash's and Anthony's crazy asses in the backseat throwin' Stayfree pads at me
Dead passenger in the passenger
Unfasten the safety latches, and on the brakes in traffic so hard I snapped the relocation brackets for the monster tires
'finna get a murder case and catch it like you threw it at me encased in

And send Dylann Roof through the of the Benz
he spins like a pinwheel and begins feelin'
like a windmiller with a build while his skin's peelin',
and skids he hits a cement pillar
for the fence like Prince Fielder, knock it into the upper peninsula
You go against 'zilla, The Rap God?
When will I quit? been realer
The in-stiller of fear, not even a scintilla of doubt whose pens iller than Prince in a chinchilla or Ben in a suspense thriller
killer, avenge syllable binge
Fill a syringe, I...

Draw first
Even pop shit on my pop shit, and it's
Couldn't be more awkwarder cause innocence I robbed you of
my fingers that got stuck up
Taught ya ta, not give a slapstick hockey

The broad hunter with the sawed off like an arm when it's lopped off of ya, but I'm not gonna get the shotgun or the Glock I'm opt for the ox 'cause I'm into objects that are sharp when I shop, and it's not a shock, I'm such an obnoxious fucker...
The Rock Hudson of rock 'cause who would have thought this much of a to go across the buttocks of Vivica Fox with a box cutter?

was for 50

Little on the wrist, be warned
I'm quickly
My squabbles, I'm grappling with your time with me
Try and follow, as I wobble, into history, with a flask of the whiskey
Tip it back then I'm twisting wine bottles like happened to Chris Reeve's spine column
That's the plan of when I'm fixing my problems
my chest wasn't having to get these rhymes off 'em
But the fact that I have so many rappers me mind boggles
And why I haven't come back on these faggots who diss me is more of a spectacular mystery than a Agatha Christie crime novel!

But my patience is wearing
I been contemplatin' rubbing shit in your face 'til I smear it in
Diss you in lyric until you fear the pen and never appear again if you actually had fuckin' careers to end

But then I think of Qerim and I steer 'em in that direction and forget my ideas for them...

Molly, I'm off you
Man, light some
You're my first take, nail you
lie, I gush
If I won you over, you would be the grand
I'm entranced by your looks, come and give the franchise a push
You can get it in the can some Anheuser Busch
Jeans too small, three pant sizes
Tush mushed against damn side, your puss
and thighs are
What kind of that?
I'm ready to be
Psychopath, bet you we'll get it poppin' a flat

Light the match to the wrath
Got knives to slash and hermaphrodites in half
Piper Chapman might just have to picket me a scab

to describe in fact
Startling, violent, perhaps are things that come to mind as soon as I spitting rhymes like that
And you aren't really surprised at that, but as far as lines I rap,
and these bars, wouldn't it back if I star 69'ed the track

Why am I a dick?