i've done gotten lost and can't find tha exit...
flipped through pages...
hit your cage in...
put your rage into...
cantene phrases...
released into tha wild like aging places...

no more dopeness...
hope for hopeless...
show tha showless...
tha action of realist bullsht...
satisfaction on bullets...
irraticated noticed...
pacted too frozen...
like guns too hot for lil kids to be holdin...

Back wit anotha spit
watch out coz dis is gonna make u shit
like i say dont mess wit dis shit, fukin git
coz once u start ill come suck ur mums tits
fuk her so bad it will b equivalent 2 d blitz
now,
shut yo mouth coz it smells of garlic
if u spit once more ill giv u a kik
stop rappin like a geek, dik
or else me n ur mum, we stik,
coz we bin fukin 4 a week, n shes slik
ima fuk her until u stop rappin, u son of a greek, BITCH!!!!!!!!

too many fake ass identities
You can't even be what you pretend to be
If this continues rap is history
You ain't gotta listen to me
Faggots wanna use big words erelevant to a topic
Then get offended when I stuff they ass with a bottle rocket
Be yourself!!!!
fuck tryna copy the next prick
Sooner or later your gonna get tired of riding dick

Its Friday, 2:09 PM what the fuck am I going to do?
3 hours left of work and I can't get a hold of my boo.
Wastin' time by text rhymin' on the net.
This freestyle ain't going to be that good I bet.
Who gives a shit, I'm a poet who's got my own style.
I'd spit lyrics to entertain those better than 'rap artists' from 8 mile.
I'mma do what I do best cuz its Friday.
Drinkin' it up, tokin' it like I do what I do my way.