Oct. 11, 2017 - Freedomain Radio - Stefan Molyneux
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| How am I gonna start this? | |
| Always a challenge. | |
| How about it go a little something like this? | |
| I like my rap vids, like I like my coffee, compartmentalized, white in the front, black in the back, silence you, let the albino privilege speak! | |
| Segregation for the nation. | |
| White trash god prancing. | |
| 40 with the beard of a 14-year-old girl. | |
| Took me three weeks to throw tween shade on my chin, yo. | |
| I'ma shave by sneezing. | |
| Hit albums deep in the history, bro. | |
| Relevance kinda sorta a mystery, yo. | |
| Trash millionaire rage against Trump. | |
| Fake anger whiter than my skinny rump. | |
| I hate women, but defend Queen Witch Hillary, though by all reasons she should droop in a pillory. | |
| That's a medieval stock punishment device. | |
| It's okay. I had to look it up, too. | |
| You know, rap can be very educational, am I right? | |
| Hillary dropped Gaddafi deep down in Libya where slave markets now sell migrants by the tibia. | |
| She sold to Putin a third of our uranium. | |
| What puts that idea in your cranium where corruption doth flower like a geranium? | |
| But she is more slippery than oily aluminum and about as stable as polonium on Michael Flatley's nutsack on a trampoline on the Titanic drowning in satanic panic. | |
| I rip on Trump for using Air Force One, but that don't carry no bombs, son! | |
| Unlike Obama, who dropped 100K of ordinance whenever the Middle East came up in his coordinates. | |
| You're at a wedding in the desert, son. | |
| Is it a bird? Is it a plane? | |
| No, one of Obama's ones, like in Hamlet. | |
| Thrift, thrift to ratio, the funeral baked meats did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. | |
| Except with Obama, the whole play went in reverse. | |
| Came for a wedding, stay for the funeral. | |
| Bride comes up in a dress, goes down in a coffin. | |
| Bridegroom off in a tree, in bits and pieces, bloodily covered with chunks of his nieces. | |
| But hey, let's complain about Trump in a plane, because morally, I'm legit insane. | |
| Word to your maida. | |
| Tensions arising. | |
| Son of a single mother. | |
| Government running out of another cover. | |
| No money for welfare. | |
| Jobs might be looming. | |
| Single moms be at home fuming. | |
| They have their babies. | |
| They be wanting the money like bees laying eggs so deep in the honey. | |
| No husband, no cash, no dads for their kids. | |
| That welfare check between them and the skids. | |
| So they think. | |
| This is why the boy is without dads. | |
| They be raging, sent by the single moms to be staging riots and protests about white supremacists. | |
| Who really sent them out? | |
| The pharmacists, drugged from infancy into adolescence, caged in a chemical fence with no sense. | |
| It don't give me a fence because I'm dense, but rich and bored and striving for relevance. | |
| Sure. I've rapped about killing chicks and gays, but my political rhetoric has a ways to go till it plays and stays, emerges from the maze and the haze and the craze. | |
| I've gone from picking locks to rapping like John Locke, English philosopher and political theorist John Locke. | |
| He laid much of the groundwork for the Enlightenment and majorly contributed to the development of liberalism. | |
| Check out Essay Concerning Human Understanding. | |
| He's my boy. | |
| Respect. I rap about gun control, not just two hands, cause murder makes me squirm in my silk underpants. | |
| I'ma from Detroit, which is run by Democrats. | |
| That's the future I want for all America. | |
| Loot the library for the copper. | |
| Leave all the books. Who will stop you? | |
| Run from the wild dogs charging down the street. | |
| Sweat when the power dies in the heat. | |
| Their muni bonds are total trash, yo. | |
| Toilet paper or for rolling the hash. | |
| I am Eminem, and I am enlightened. | |
| I don't have an argument. | |
| I hope that you're frightened. | |
| I snarl and spit and curse up a storm. | |
| Sadly for Dems, it's kind of the norm. | |
| Look, I have a potty mouth. | |
| I am rebellious. | |
| My reasoning skills will make you feel bilious. | |
| I raise my hand in a black power fist. | |
| Take aim at a thought. | |
| Oh, look, I missed. | |
| For those of you... | |
| Trying to grok the election, I'm an air horn in the trumpet section. | |
| Trying to do math, I'm a shout in your ear, random numbers and fart in your beer. | |
| And I'm rich and I've done no good in the world. | |
| I'm snarling and stomping, mad and race baiting. | |
| My avatar is a sign of Satan. | |
| Listen at your peril. | |
| I murder discourse. | |
| I polarize and escalate like a fool, of course. | |
| And now I am done, yo. | |
| Thanks for your attention. Why read a book when you can just mention Democrat talking points, words on a stick, rage and resentment? | |
| Not much of a trick. Turn me off if you ain't thick. | |
| Why are you still here? You think something's imminent? | |
| Words of wisdom from someone so eminent? | |
| I'm Eminem, bro. | |
| A bag of bright candy. | |
| Eminem's rot your teeth. | |
| I rot your brain. | |
| Seriously though, go read some John Locke. |
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