Luyện nghe bài hát Metaphore Warfare

I'm like batman, I'm man, I swing my boomerang
Clock stetsons heads on attention
Grab retired mc's their
suspension, switch a button
Head runs like an engine should I
excites after few grand donation - ovation
Brain ignites like
Dieseloil, to be coil, foil
Spittin' rhymes like a
Mccoy all, all who try to soil
My ground, path, space, even my
The clone - the one who rocks his proud, soon sucks a syphon
Laxative, the shit, hyperactive for the bowels
mc's should be clean here's the towel
Diaper, 'cos I'm plus I'm the babysit
What time is it - time to kid - my wit, you bit
My funky cuckoo crap - runs outta ass kid - shit
Smell scents, whack fragrance
of waste, crap-mc jams

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

to the crumb-bun, I'm like a plumber
Pull yo brainplug, flow down the
Tumor, bummer, diseased cells make you
your humor, call my number
Again - the man - wit pepjam, medicine,
- penicillin
Pencil-push bacteria, you can't 'em
Local rapeteria for
Slobbin' - nil and -
For caterpillarin' - my rap caters plants
Rap insects build to propagate
To a phase to flaunt beauty
Wings detailed, all surrogate for
Your lyrics, but you forgot to the booty
Moody I'm not sting a bee on gerry cooney
Hocus pocus - styles to the one to whose bogus i
my antenna, I'm gonna plague your dome like locust
Mentis - hench this - you like and cabbage
The ambitions so nutritious so call me or savage
style is poor, hard to score, against the carnivore
You got beef ready plus be on a metaphore

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