Luyện nghe bài hát Metaphore Warfare

I'm like batman, I'm man, I swing my boomerang
Clock stetsons heads on catch
Grab retired their pensions
suspension, switch a button
Head runs like an should I mention
Brain excites after few donation - ovation
ignites like benzedrine
Dieseloil, slick to be coil,
Spittin' rhymes like a
all, destroy all who try to soil
My ground, path, space, my zone
The clone - the one who rocks his mouth proud, sucks a syphon
Laxative, the shit, hyperactive for the bowels
Baby mc's should be clean here's the
Diaper, I'm hyper plus I'm the babysit
time is it - time to refresh kid - my wit, you bit
My funky cuckoo crap - outta your ass kid - shit
scents, whack mc's' fragrance
Heap of waste, crap-mc

a pick, take a style if you dare
'Cos I'm prepared for warfare

Stunner to the crumb-bun, I'm a plumber
Pull yo brainplug, down the lump
Tumor, bummer, cells make you lumber
Infect humor, call my number
- the man - wit pepjam, medicine, anacin
Vitamin -
Pencil-push bacteria, you skill 'em
rapeteria for topbillin'
Slobbin' - nil and -
For caterpillarin' - my rap caters plants
Rap build eggs to propagate
To a butterfly phase to flaunt
Wings fully detailed, all for
Your lyrics, but you forgot to wipe the
Moody I'm not like a bee on gerry cooney
Hocus pocus - styles to the one to whose bogus i
Focus my antenna, I'm plague your dome like locust
Mentis - hench this - you like and cabbage
The so nutritious so call me beast or savage
Your style is poor, hard to score, against the
You got beef ready plus be steady on a

Take a pick, a style if you dare
'Cos I'm prepared for warfare