Freestyle rap motherfucks!

P.S. Rap is a form of poetry dumb ass.

You come on dissin me saying I dont have flow//
you then prance around callin my mom a hoe//
your rhymes are weaker then a babies dick//
it must be hard grown up with a mom named Nick//
i'm hidden in the shadows, ready to slay//
butchers knife in one hand, ready to make you pay//
for the bullshit you bring, thinking your big//
you little bitch, i'm gonna break you like a twig//
sever your limbs while your still breathin air//
this battle's like a cat and a mouse, its just not fair//
I am the superior, bitch get on your fucking knees//
know your shakin, wanting to live, asking please//
your time's up, slit your wrists, gun to your arms//
bullets fire, splatter,bloods dripps from my charms//
you lay there shakin in pain, mutilated to hell//
you just felt the rath of the silver to the fuckin cell//
the fun just started, your families next//
finish your mom off, but not til after sex//
by mornin I'll be on Canada's most wanted//
now the whole continent is gonna be hanted//

That's all for now, you keep talkin shit and im gonna destroy you.
You best watch yourself.