July 8, 2025 - 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, forty with the beard of a fourteen year old. | |
| Girl took me three weeks to throw tween shade on my chin, yo, I'm a 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 Ukrainium 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 hundred K of ordinance whenever the Middle East came up in his coordinates. | |
| You're at a wedding in the desert sun, is it a bird? | |
| Is it a plane? | |
| No, one of Obama's ones, like in Hamlet's Drift thrift horatio, the funeral baked meats did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. | |
| Sep with Obama, the whole play went in reverse, came for a wedding, stayed 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 maider 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 offense'cause 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'm 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 ya, 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 off a rolling the hash, yo 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 and a black power fist. | |
| Take aim at a thought. | |
| Oh look, I missed. | |
| For those of you trying to grock 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 baitin. | |
| 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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