Alright, since I dident drop a tryout here is one, even know I am in... Now this is a new style and personally I think it is sick shit:

Broad and outdated, ya bend over backword, truly constipated/
This battle is anticipated, you ahve no clue the tensin ya created/
Death wil come, swift wings, Im controlin ya mind, an other things/
Choir boy claps after he got raped and sings, you know I'm King/
This is not all Alchemy teaches, raped again while I preaches/
Blank mind crazy and beseeches,"Can you smell the peaches?"/
Drained to achoma, speaking wit an impediment, like Oklahoma/
Senses so blurred he smells amonia, hope Im not alone-wit-ya/
This is my revolution, ya mind has collapes, ya formin a contusion/
Mind contorted wit confusion, you only wish this an optical illusion/


^^^ Hell yeah.