Luyện nghe bài hát Campaign Speech

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

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

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

Use to settle scores with women who have vendettas towards men
Dickhead is forced in 'till shredded foreskin
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
Better warn 'em, what I lack in 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 want Come and get some, boys!
I'm givin' Daniel Pantaleo a refresher on excessive force and pressure points,
and dressin' George Zimmerman in a fluorescent dress and four inch heels to address the court
a bullseye on his back
His whole chest, and torso are left on the doorsteps of dad as a present for him!

In my present form I'm Desert
for destruction, there's no suppressant for
Aggressive, forceful, and less remorseful in morsel
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 back in Daisy Dukes 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 lookin' half in shock
Had a attack, and dropped dead
Started fallin' back with it, and got slapped with a Colin Kaepernick practice

One ball and a dick: Apple Watch

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

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

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

Love to start
Shovin' Clark Kent's undergarments in the glove compartment of the bucket, bumpin' Bubba
I'm parkin' up at Targets, trouble causer, a double crosser,
shadiest mothafucka you'll ever across
Olympic gymnast, known for "some assaults"
A couple lawsuits, enough to cause a ulcer
Same damn scan results as Rainman's'es
aweful when Dustin Hoffman's dressin' up in your mummy costume
on stage to "Brain Damage,"
What's the problem? Nothing's wrong, the brand is back to reclaim status

Run the faucet, I'mma dunk a bunch of supporters underwater
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 VMAs the stagehand
She wants
an escape plan
Three-inch on point, like a See-and-Say

Consider me a dangerous man, but you should be afraid of this dang
You say Trump don't kiss ass like a puppet he runs his campaign with his own cash for the fundin'
And that's what you wanted, a fuckin' loose cannon who's blunt with his hand on the 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 make me happy's walkin' up to Uncle Sam naked, laughin', dick cupped in hand, screamin', "Fuck safe sex!"
Throw a latex and an AIDS 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 the habit
to chase the dragon, but as fate would have it,
I walked up in Major Magics dressed as the maintenance man in a laser tag vest and a racin' jacket with a gauge to it, and sped away in the station wagon
Stacey Dash's and Casey Anthony's crazy asses in the backseat Stayfree pads at me
Dead in the passenger seat
Unfasten the safety latches, and slam on the brakes in traffic so hard I snapped the brackets for the monster tires
'finna get a murder and catch it like you threw it at me encased in plastic

And Dylann Roof through the windshield of the Benz
until he spins like a pinwheel and feelin'
a windmiller with a thin build while his skin's peelin',
and skids 'til he hits a pillar
Swing for the fence like Prince Fielder, knock it into the upper
You wanna go 'zilla, The Rap God?
will I quit? Never been realer
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
killer, avenge syllable binge
Fill a syringe, I...

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

The broad hunter with the sawed off like an arm when 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 it's 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 grappling with your traveling with me
Try and follow, as I wobble, relapse history, with a flask of the whiskey
Tip it back then I'm twisting wine bottles like what happened to Reeve's spine column
the plan of attack when I'm fixing my problems
Wish my chest wasn't having to get these off 'em
But the fact that I have so many rappers against me mind
And why I haven't back on these faggots who diss me is more of a spectacular mystery than a fucking Agatha Christie crime novel!

But my is wearing thin
Swear I been contemplatin' rubbing in your face 'til I smear it in
Diss you in every lyric you fear the pen and never appear again if you actually had fuckin' 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 first take, I'll you
Can't lie, I
If I won you over, you would be the prize
I'm entranced by your looks, come and give the franchise a push
You can get it in the can like some Anheuser
Jeans too small, least pant sizes
Tush mushed against damn side, your puss
and thighs are
What of attire's that?
I'm to be rode
Psychopath, bet you we'll get it poppin' like a

the match to ignite the wrath
Got knives to and slice 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 start spitting rhymes like
And you aren't surprised at that, but as far as these lines I rap,
and these bars, dial it back if I star 69'ed the track

Why am I a dick?