Crazy ass rap I wrote, Think you can do better?

I been the up and comin since rap was an art/
I aint gotta raise a fist just to tear you apart/
Next to nothin in my pockets and I'm still off the charts/
You haters can't finish, you don't know where to start/


It's all about the passion nigga fuck the fame/
This for my real niggas stayin true to the game/
While you pussies sellin out, we remain the same/
These streets still bloody nigga aint shit changed/


Knockin down haters and hustlin on the daily/
I Keep my hand on the pump, you cowards don't phase me/
Never been a killa but I'll squeeze if you make me/
Try to flex and I'll have your squad runnin for safety/




You'll never see me claim to be somethin I'm not/
Push me far enough and ima dig you out a plot/
Bullets pierce flesh whether you're ready or not/
See the fear in your soul when I'm ready to cock/
Block out the sun with a confetti of shots/
Wipe off the prints and toss the gun by the docks/
Then smile as I watch your corpse fester and rot/
And the stagnant blood pool as it blisters and clots/
Take your body to a place with a bottomless drop/
Then grab the dullest knife that I could find on the spot/
I Snicker sinisterly as I hack and I chop/
Sever each extremity, put your head in a box/
Find your mothers house, go to the door and knock/
She comes to the door wearin a T-shirt and socks/
Show her the box and slowly open up the top/
As she lets out a scream she colapses in shock/
Crying out your name now she begs me to stop/
Grab the bitch by her throat make her neckbone pop/
Her arms go limp and now she can't even talk/
Strip the bitch down naked then I pull out my cock/
Hold your severed head up cause I want you to watch/
As I rape your dead mother and I soil her twat/

 

Thats pretty decent lmao do you do this part time?

 

Not at all

 

Didn't read it all (rap doesn't interest me) but looks ok.

 

Think of it as poetry?

 

Lol I sometimes write poems about Sythe members.

 

Now this is a story all about how
My life got flipped turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air

In West Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground is where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started makin' trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said you're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air

I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket
I put my walkman on and said I might as well kick it
First class yo this is bad
Drinkin' orange juice out of a champagne glass
Is this what the people of Bel-Air live like
Hmmm this might be all right

But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois and all that
Is this the type of place that they should send this cool cat
I don't think so I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air

Well uh the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude looked like a cop standin' there with my name out
I ain't tryin' to get arrested yet I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightening disappeared

I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said "Fresh", and had dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought nah forget it, yo home to Bel-Air!

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo Holmes, smell ya later!"
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air

 

Lets go to the moon and form the stars on the way hoe.

 

That's pretty good.

 

/Win.