I'm bored so i'll write a random verse... With no beat because my soundcard broke -_- ...

A tad on the surreal plane, Pondering why I feel strange
Maybe I need some cats to call me by my real name
Damn the band.. John and his 50 other personalities
On the real I hate rap, but hip-hop keeps callin back at me
You know what I mean? Thats the weight that I got
Bunny emcees tryna be hip, and fakin the hop
And I aint tryna state that im hot, cos i'll be the first to state that im not
But im still tryna make a break for the top, the burning desires in me
The rhyming, the fire, its in me...
But the place that im from, the shit that I spit, the color my skin be
might hold me back for a minute or two
but check it, ima king a fuckin winner, im due
A sinner? thats true.. When im in the booth I get wild
Cause fights with P when im locked up with Akon....... I Kick styles
check the internet fa me n', you'll find a soundclick wit sum hot tracks
I got a pot stash, that usually don't last past a hot flash
dont even know what the fuck i'm talkin, but fuck i'm poppin
off at the mouth wit fucks n' mockin all you chumps n' cocks n',
faggot emcees.. fuck rap, ya take it up the ass n' even suck at walkin
or maybe you suck while walkin.. but i aint homophobic, i just hate homos
'bout as much as i hate hobos, so fuck all u bums n ya bonerfide gay photos
n' fuck a click, i stay solo..
Don't step to the heat, i ain't talkin a gun, i'm talkin my flow
Stalkin a ho, cop n' a grow-op on the low, rockin a show
Thats my life, no stoppin it bro... nobody gets over me though
I take back what I said, fuck John, its OMB yo...

fucka structure

i'll get links in a second....

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