Luyện nghe bài hát Campaign Speech

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

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

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

Use to settle scores with women who have vendettas towards men
Dickhead is forced in 'till there's foreskin
torn, and they're only bein' fed a portion
Bed sores, and sore shins, whores can get abortions
Fetish for stickin' forks in, self-absorption
Skeletor, I to Hell and fell a floor
A predator, I'm for competitors
Better warn 'em, what I in tact and a set of morals
I make up for in like a cosmetic store

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

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

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

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

One ball and half a dick: Watch

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

You got it twisted, all 'cause I offered this bitch a biscuit, you call me misogynistic?
Bitch, get to massagin' dick!
spas in this bitch, slob on it with gobs of lipstick
Got a shoppin' 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' on some suave and slick shit, but I shout derivatives at bitches like fuckin' missile launchers
Misfit, blond, and
Like I've gone ballistic, a frostin' tip kit
Screamed, "I hate blondes!" and one...
I'm

Love to shit
Shovin' Clark undergarments in the glove compartment of the bucket, bumpin' Bubba Sparxxx
I'm double parkin' up at Targets, causer, a double crosser,
mothafucka you'll ever come across
Olympic gymnast, been for "some assaults"
A couple lawsuits, enough to cause a stomach
damn brain scan results as Rainman's'es
Something's aweful when Dustin Hoffman's dressin' up in mummy costume
on dancin' to "Brain Damage,"
What's the Nothing's wrong, the name brand is back to reclaim status

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

Don't-give-a-fuck persona, to my last DNA
E&J in the waistband, at the VMAs the stagehand
She kielbasa
Pre-arrange an escape
Three-inch blade on point, a See-and-Say

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

If I was "gettin' off" is the first order of business
once I get in
Second thing that'll make me happy's 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 would have it,
I walked up in Major Magics as the maintenance man in a laser tag vest and a racin' jacket with a gauge to blast it, and sped away in the station wagon
Stacey Dash's and Casey Anthony's crazy asses in the throwin' Stayfree pads at me
Dead in the passenger seat
Unfasten the safety latches, and slam on the brakes in traffic so I snapped the relocation brackets for the monster tires
'finna get a murder case and catch it you threw it at me encased in plastic

And send Dylann Roof through the of the Benz
until he like a pinwheel and begins feelin'
a windmiller with a thin build while his skin's peelin',
and skids 'til he hits a cement
Swing for the fence like Prince Fielder, knock it into the peninsula
You wanna go 'zilla, The Rap God?
When will I quit? Never been
The in-stiller of fear, not even a scintilla of doubt whose pens iller Prince in a chinchilla or Ben Stiller in a suspense thriller
Revenge killer, syllable binge
a syringe, 'til I...

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

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 gonna opt for the ox 'cause I'm into objects that are sharp when I shop, and not a shock, I'm such an obnoxious fucker...
The Rock Hudson of rock who would have thought this much of a cocksucker to go across the buttocks of Vivica Fox with a box cutter?

was for 50

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

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

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

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

the match to ignite the wrath
Got knives to slash and slice in half
Piper might just have to picket me like a scab

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

Why am I a dick?