Luyện nghe bài hát Campaign Speech

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

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

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

Use intercourse to settle scores with women who vendettas towards men
Dickhead is forced in there's 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 fell a
A predator, I'm headed for
Better warn 'em, I lack in tact and a set of morals
I make up for in like a cosmetic store

Stegosaurus, Norris 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 fluorescent orange dress and inch heels to address the court
with a bullseye on his
His whole chest, and torso are on the doorsteps of Trayvon's dad as a present for him!

In my present form I'm Storm
Appetite for destruction, there's no for
Aggressive, forceful, and less remorseful in every
Unpleasant, hello, gorgeous!
The rebel with devil just fell off the yellow 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 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
Started fallin' back with it, and got slapped with a Colin practice sock

One and half a dick: Apple Watch

Cracked axle, walked 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 doggie biscuit, you me misogynistic?
Bitch, get to massagin' dick!
Like in this bitch, slob on it with gobs of lipstick
Got a shoppin' list for you to run 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 at bitches like fuckin' missile launchers
Misfit, blond, and
Like I've gone ballistic, with a tip kit
Screamed, "I hate blondes!" and one...
I'm

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

Run the faucet, dunk a bunch of Trump supporters underwater
Snuck up on 'em in Ray-Bans in a gray van a spray tan
a wrap, like an ACE bandage

Don't-give-a-fuck persona, to my DNA strand
E&J in the waistband, at the VMAs the stagehand
She kielbasa
an escape plan
Three-inch blade on point, 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 he runs his campaign with his own cash for the fundin'
And that's what you wanted, a fuckin' loose cannon who's blunt his hand on the button who doesn't have to answer to no one?
idea!

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

Addiction to friction and
who can't escape the habit
Continue to chase the dragon, but as would have it,
I walked up in Major Magics dressed as the 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 backseat throwin' Stayfree at me
Dead passenger in the passenger
Unfasten the safety latches, and slam on the in traffic so hard I snapped the relocation brackets for the monster tires
get a murder case and catch it like you threw it at me encased in plastic

And send Dylann Roof through the windshield of the
until he spins like a pinwheel and begins
like a windmiller with a thin build his skin's peelin',
and skids 'til he a cement pillar
Swing for the fence 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 of doubt whose pens iller than Prince in a chinchilla or Ben Stiller in a suspense thriller
Revenge killer, syllable binge
Fill a syringe, I...

first blood
Even pop shit on my pop shit, and it's
Couldn't be more awkwarder cause innocence I robbed you of
It's my fingers got stuck up
Taught ya ta, not 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 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 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 quickly
My squabbles, I'm grappling with time 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 Chris spine column
That's the of attack when I'm fixing my problems
Wish my chest having to get these rhymes off 'em
But the fact I have so many rappers against me mind boggles
And why I haven't come back on these faggots who diss me is more of a spectacular than a fucking Agatha Christie crime novel!

But my is wearing thin
Swear I been contemplatin' rubbing shit in your face 'til I 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 Qerim and I steer 'em in that direction and forget my ideas for them...

Molly, I'm off you
Man, some kush
You're my take, I'll nail you
Can't lie, I
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 like some Anheuser
Jeans too small, least three pant
Tush mushed against your damn side, puss
and are squished
kind of attire's that?
I'm ready to be
Psychopath, bet you get it poppin' like a flat

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

to describe in fact
Startling, violent, are things that come 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 dial it back if I 69'ed the track

Why am I a dick?