Luyện nghe bài hát Campaign Speech

Jumped out of the 2nd floor of a store with a Treacherous Four cassette
and a cassette
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 the endorphins of a pathetic orphan
Endless source and reservoir of cords 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 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 to Hell and fell a floor
A predator, I'm for competitors
Better 'em, what I lack in tact and a set of morals
I make up for in metaphors like a 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 excessive force and points,
and dressin' George Zimmerman in a fluorescent orange dress and four 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, no suppressant for
Aggressive, forceful, and less remorseful in morsel
Unpleasant, hello, gorgeous!
The rebel with horns just fell off the yellow short bus

Met a contortionist said, "When you 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 hazards on at a traffic stop gettin' harassed, signed an autograph for asshole cop's daughter
Laughed 'cause I called her a brat on it, he on it, and brought it back lookin' half in shock
Had a attack, and dropped dead
Started fallin' back with it, and got with a Colin Kaepernick practice sock

One and half a dick: Apple Watch

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

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

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 ballistic, with a frostin' tip kit
Screamed, "I hate blondes!" and one...
I'm

Love to shit
Shovin' Kent's undergarments in the glove compartment of the bucket, bumpin' Bubba Sparxxx
I'm double parkin' up at Targets, trouble causer, a crosser,
shadiest mothafucka ever come across
Olympic gymnast, been for "some assaults"
A couple lawsuits, enough to cause a ulcer
Same damn scan results as Rainman's'es
Something's aweful when Dustin Hoffman's up in your 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 bunch of Trump supporters
up on 'em in Ray-Bans in a gray van with a spray tan
It's a wrap, like an ACE

persona, to my last DNA strand
E&J in the waistband, at the VMAs with the
She kielbasa
Pre-arrange an escape
Three-inch on point, like a See-and-Say

me a dangerous man, but you should be afraid 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 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
once I get in
Second thing that'll make me happy's walkin' up to Uncle Sam naked, laughin', cupped in hand, screamin', "Fuck safe sex!"
Throw a latex and an test at him!
Congress I run this land, and I want the rubber banned, and make it snappy

Addiction to and static
who can't escape the habit
Continue to the dragon, but as fate 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 crazy asses in the backseat throwin' Stayfree pads at me
passenger 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
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
he spins like a pinwheel and begins feelin'
like a windmiller with a thin build while his peelin',
and 'til he hits a cement pillar
Swing for the fence like Fielder, knock it into the upper peninsula
You go against 'zilla, The Rap God?
When will I quit? Never 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
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
Taught ya ta, not give a 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 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 'cause who would have thought this much of a cocksucker to go across the buttocks of Fox with a box cutter?

was for 50

Little slap on the wrist, be
I'm quickly
My squabbles, I'm grappling with your traveling with me
Try and follow, as I wobble, relapse into history, with a of the whiskey
Tip it back then I'm twisting wine bottles like what happened to Chris Reeve's 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 come back on these faggots who diss me is more of a spectacular than a fucking Agatha Christie crime novel!

But my patience is thin
Swear I been contemplatin' rubbing shit in your 'til I smear it in
Diss you in every lyric until you 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 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 prize
I'm entranced by your looks, come and give the Shady a push
You can get it in the can some Anheuser Busch
Jeans too small, three pant sizes
Tush mushed your damn side, your puss
and thighs are
What kind of attire's
I'm ready to be
Psychopath, bet you we'll get it like a flat

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

Hard to in fact
Startling, violent, perhaps are things that come to mind as soon as I spitting rhymes like that
And you aren't really 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?