Shut the fuck up, im gunna rip your shit up, if you dont let up, on me, then you will see, who i really be, so trust, that i bust, your fucking ass, yeah because of the past, and the here and now, oh how, you ask, fuck you, dont bask, in the true, ya i do, bad, and im mad, about it, i shout it, and dont dout it, im high on a  cloud kid, and trust, that i bust, all these rhymes, and ima be columbine, on you bitch shit, or maybe it, would be easier, and with leisure, to just run, ya im fuckin done, when summer come, ima peace, and release, a heavy weight, i cant wait, to evade, this bull shit storm, i wont conform, to your rules, because your fools, and i aint drools, i have mental tools, that allow, me to have the know how, and i hit you like Batman POW!!!! Wow, you didn’t think the kid, would, act like this, you thought he would miss, and he would just take it, well im sick of it, all the shit, taking fat hits, and it lights, the fire in my brain, which ignites, all the fuckin pain, and i will let it rain, down on you, fuckin put a knife in your shoe, and when your hopping round, i hit you in the head, boom you fuckin hit the ground, you passed out now, so i put you in the sho,wer slash bathtub, put the plug in, then the toaster, now its time to begin, the torture, ya its a scorcher, i dont even care anymore, if it happens with a claymore, he looses his head, n maybe gains lead, she wont be dead, but she will regret, the object,ive, that she sent out to lIve, and gIve, me a restriction, for that she puts me in the condition, to have ambition, now im admitting, finally, what i really be, now you see, me, for the truth, im uncouth, the situations critical, and i am physical, so ima bust out my club, and ya bub, that’s a nail, bam i nail, you, in you leg, arm too, and i regret, so i reverse time, and dont bust that rhyme, and unwind, that nail, but bam i still nail, in the leg, and like a peg, ima be straight with ya, ya ma, i kinda hating ya, you cramping my style, and all the while, you don’t gIve me a choice, now ima use my voice, and you gunna hear what the fuck i say, you gunna hear it say YAY, show your happy, for the crappy, position, that was given, at birth, to the earth, and to I, the chill guy, will wonder why, his house smells like burnt shit stack, and his mom is lay-in by a broken bat, with a broken arm, den i arm, and leave, without a grieve, take all your cash, sell a shit ton of grass, and i last, the whole time, what this whole rhyme, feel free to chime, in, and begin, at the end, but my friend, just know, that i wont go, to such actions, this rap was just a reaction, so im trying to make them stop retracting it, and i hope i get, through to them.