I hate your rhymes

I’m going to fucking rhyme out
I got rhymes like gout
doubt you gotta flow that could make a crowd wile out
get you facebook pouts out
I’ll slap em off your faces
whatever your fuckin race is
get to know what your place is
being a human being loses its meaning
when you act like animals
I’ll eat the dead carcass of an antelope
and fuck the ass of the catholic pope
just so he knows what those little boys go through
then i’ll steal the catholic churches revenue
and give it directly to the kids that can’t afford decent food
I’m a prude
lude to a T
rude to the G’s
please its not feasible 
for you to battle me
I’ll betcha a lecture
I’ll garner respect from
the best cause
I bust guts
onto the information highway
nothing goes my way
the light of day is miles away
davis
raving lunatics
leave you in stitches
your mum a bitch and your dad’s a prick
and i fucked them both in your kitchen
at the same time
my lines provide quite the shine to the finnish
diminished lyricists pivot when cryogenicist
spits the coldest shit
foam at the mouth rap
i don’t cock gats cause I’d rather smoke cats
with boom baps
stamp on your wrist to get in with my clique
shit
your bitch better put some clothes on quick
before another motherfucker gets a suck on her tits
shit
whats the world come to
I refuse to cruise
like I’m happy when i’m in the opposite mood
step in my shoes and then tell me
what mental hell be
quell the hell hounds that bound round my feet
the concrete is incomplete with out you bloodstains on the street
shot after shot i repeat like a rifle
stifle your cries, this is a lyrical drive by
my mind is the ammo and my mouth is the colt 45
diamond dallas cutter on your mother I never stutter
my verses
kirsten dunce can eat my cunt
I’ll smoke a blunt with william henry hunt
just for fun
bun the world
your face makes me toes curl
unearth the afterbirth 
from the dirt
so i can hurl on the face of the entire earth
I’m done
done with this shit
done with dicks that try and spit legit
they better split quick
before i unleash round house kicks to the temple
content with remaining vengeful
I grow resentful
of dense masses of mental patients
blatant cases of ignorance is dated
I’m amazed at the rate at which we
create our own demise
I hate your rhymes