OK, i'm going to try this. Freestyle poem/lyric/rap whatever you want to call it, be my guest. I will right this on the spot - nothing prepare. I guess I should put a time limit, huh? Let me think. *ponders the idea.....how much?* Alright, I will put 10 minutes on the timer, which will begin as soon as I am finished writing this very long, very weird, very fucked up and horrible english sentence, which is a run-on sentence but I don't give a rat's ass, so I will, as I previously stated, start the freestyle poem/lyric/rap whatever you want to call it as soon as I am done this fucked up, no-good piece of lard sentence, here we go!
Title: Whatever you want to call it
"Do what I tell you, not what I do,"
No, Priest, I think I'll do what I wanna do,
I'll learn from my mistakes,
Make a fool out of myself,
I'll break his bong over his head,
The punk tried to sell me weed
When I asked him for directions
To the closest strip club,
Down south, underground,
These fools think they own the game,
I am the fire,
I hold the cards,
I rose to the occasion
When some punk called out my name,
Flashed the gun in front of my face,
Told me "give me what ya got, fool,"
I smacked him upside down,
Stole his gat; he's fucked now.
Pullin' and spreadin',
Searching for answers,
I am a vigilante,
Is this the land of the free?
How free are we; you and me,
Fighting over money,
Killing over drugs,
Blood splattering for survival.
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Wow, so this sucked. I am very disappointed.
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