on IRC. I never rapped before and thought I'd give it a try. This is the result:
Mothers chasing men who like men when men cant like men and men cant set modes like old Gaspodes when modes dont wanna be ayt dawg noooooo not set my pet.
I have a mode i can set, I hate these crappy modes and sorry old todes of modes my man ayt.
Cause bots can override me the devil is inside me I spank that devil up a level and spike ... yike .. blood on the bot-floor do you wanna hear more?
I used to spike but the bank took my bike, straight after the closet I lost it and snorted, got deported and thwarted an jobless - and almost homeless, but picked up a friend round a bend and greetings from JobSeek I send ...
Tis the doom of the shroom that started the gloom, with lucy and the sky of diamonds. Its the men that dont like men when you want that man - you are led to the shed where the shroom booms and it leads to the spike and the bike, Ayt, and all that jazz dawg.
Us rappers not punctuate or grammatate want ons het nie tyd as jy spike kan jy nie skyt.... err and it flows and is grown, new things must be explored while old habits are ignored in the land where the boss is boss and you are on your own you loose teeth if you dont floss...crack is back but not a snack its death with a stick. Smack has the lack of leaving you alone and you're a drone and thin as a bone , gawd throw me a stone.
So what is left but prostitution and theft. The net draws closer as the hose gets looser and I feel nooser ...right up Market and Claim you can buy a game of shame for a dime or a crime. Suck your lime the world is not for sissies and pissies and spaarbussies...the world is for doodskissies missies!
I is trying hard here but all you do is tear tear tear ... I'm not from here so give a guy a share and I'll bare the dark as sung by the lark. Quark. Meaning. Demeaning. The path to love is filled with hate en die aids gaan ons byt. Hoe kom ek hier uit? Feel the groove. I'm soopafly and if you dont like ma rap you can f-off and daai meraai byebye!
Coffee and Advil en Bullpille en grille. You pull yourself from bed for some more dead. Drive the car on the highway to hell, you are in a spell but buy drugs for you and your pal, to get away from this hell. But is he your pal and did he put you in this hell? Smell. Can you hear the dark calling cause with the Jesus-juice you are jolling, and it's packed. Vrekked. Backed ... by the seed that is the human dead... me must al eat or be eaten. I wont be beaten.
Smack you right up the head where it hurts cause whats a smack if it doesnt hurt. Except if you talking the other kind, but in the long run that hurts more than dirt... but it flirts at the end of the needle. Creed. Greed. Need... somewhere only we know ... no matter Seth Blatter rules the UN and theres no king in my dark hole except the smack. Dont want it back. Crack. Get the f away from me I am no more with thee Ayt!
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