Challenge me? ( rahiim typed this one up.)

A Poem by Justaman

This is a free style typed rap(Typing a rap as fast as possible with whatevers on the top of your head; no revisions aloud.) by Rahiim. I dare any of you to take the free style write challenge.

im twisted, medicated unprescripted, addicted' to pain; personality shifted. Savoring1 everything inflicted, observing every thing intrinsic, im gifted' with so much angst2 that's so diverse its like liftin' snow flakes to a microscope, shapes are so different;3 Its like comparing my writtens to yours their so fake there isn't no way you did this.4 Go play with scissors, get your throat raped by a lizard, till it rotates your gizzard,I 5 locate the wizard, and slow bake babies in the stove; ate em' and then i throw plates'6 and hit you right in the kisser. Im a licker of toad taints, get so high plus the liquor,7 now my cars at the side of the road, banked' with no plates' or stickers. Oh8 great'...low rate' of brain waves', slither across the surface of this earth with no9 purpose; but to hurt people and show hate, hit your own face' with your own fist like10 i just did. And you know your so wasted your liver explodes, taste the blood in11 your mouth, i'll deliver a blow straight' to your dome-plate' till your cranial bones 12break, and your blood flows lakes and rivers; these neurons just wont wait. My 13brains racing so fast my thoughts pass before i figure out what the f**k i was 14thinking, and last time i could tell what i was thinking, i was just visualizing your 15fathers a*s, or was it your daughters a*s? I'll kill you on the lawn and spray blood 16across the grass, but my synapses are so constricted they wont allow a sane 17thought to pass. Im outta fuel, pop the gas...I like my girls with lots of mass in the 18butt-cheeks, my brain is wired not to have remorse because i do what i want in the 19moment and drop the past', and i never stop to plot the path of my future because 20I'll probably kill myself anyway. Promise not to laugh- cause if you do you'll get 21chopped in half' with a katana-, tie each half to my bumper and watch em' drag; 22while blood splotches splatter on the road, and aloft the flag' burns in the 23background. Lots of f**s' believe in America, and in Jesus, but you can TELL hes a 24fag'(pun) cause of the cross he dragged'...and don't even get me started, because 25the sexy part is... im wearing my moms leopard spotted thong right as i jot this'...to 26be perfectly honest', and I've been known to fluently speak Ebonics, when i wanted. 27I'll hit like a comet and be exalted on an onyx throne' as soon as the populace hears 28my rhymes recorded with proneness. But for now i have no way of making studio 29quality songs that you'd wanna replay, because i have no money and no studios or 30djs' anywhere to go spray' some s**t, no local battles, i live in a place where its 31impossible to rap in public or get acquainted with. Anyone whos in the game, i just 32wanna rape a b***h and tape her c**t' to a paper clip cause im bored, there's no 33where to go in life, i cant take the s**t. My whole life has been a waste of frick'-in 34time, and this environment is a waste of my f*****g mind. I hate to live, there's 35nothing that makes my life worth it, but plenty of things that make it worthless. 36Especially since, i know the universe has no purpose, because that word is, just 37something people made up. I don't know what to say, i just puffed a heated tray' of 38hash oil through a water chamber in the hookah today' and im falling flat on my face' 39because im so baked', that you might as well cum on me to frost me like a cake. A 40razor tipped sideways to slide vertically across the surface of your eye, scrapping 41off the iris; me likey. -Lots of violence plot a scientifically feasible argument to top 42Einsteins if', i piss' out the window in a car then travel back in' time quick enough to 43end up behind it and get hit by it'-that would prove a theory of reverse time travel 44is' applia-ble; why sit down and be quiet or you will die b***h. Spread your p***y 45and drive six' torches inside it' at a time and ignite it' while you cry; S**t yourself 46then go silent'. im on a diet' of the blood of shipwrecked pirates'. I live on a 47Caribbean island' in an abandoned Mayan insane asylum'. You're a fruit loop, you're a 48cornflake, heres some milk for ya, lets make a porn. Take one, as in take' one c**k 49in every hole and you aint' done till the sexbots run out of fake cum and they 50cun(can) produce eight tons' of nano sperm bots a day. C**t breaks once they 1release one spray; flung her across the room; then the cum overflows all over her 2taint. An overdose of LSD exposure to the brain has caused composure of main infra-3granular chain. In dome inclosures frontal frame, especially in the central vein, that 4connects the emotions to the conscious brain waves through white matter lanes. I 5debate you till i bust your neurons and i shatter craniums with anti matter. Latter 6blades im always fixin to out do myself and leave a flatter stain, of battered b******s. 7I bashed with bats or canes, always sniffin a batch of caine, my crafts trajectory is 8saturn aimed, hoping to make you a cadaver, Wayne; so i ship you out that'r way and 9throw you out the ship into outer space with an oxygen tank. My name is redimus 10the ridiculous hippopotamus with hypothermic semen and an indestructible 12epidermis; here to tell you that your futahood is a worms dick with tardigrade balls 13and a marshmallows firmness. You dont even know what a tardigrade is- its a 1514microscopic extraterrestrial extremophile stupid-. It can handle extreme cold and 16extreme heat even survive beyond the atmospheric peak kosher drunk', post a 17skunk' with arrow c**t'.im captain sparrow punt' your damn skull i need one scroll a 18map to find where all dee f****n' blunts rolled, mon...you know you love dee flow, 19me jam be so flowin' wit dem jah oratin' auras, jamaican style is takin' you by 20suprise, i are rastaman i like to eat dee pasta man, it dont cost alot to grow 1marijuana plant, i can water them and still be indoors in time to tend to my pasta 2pot, lots of tropical busts of hot sunshine rhymes from de coconut for your little g 3spot, cause me Jamaican c**k be megaslammin your little pink elastically spannin' 4uterus with the artillery of my sperm cannon, damn it.I just drank some vodka and 5its...the reason i cant manage to rhyme a more well planned spit you cant obtain the 6mystical angles split the geometry of the angels. Multidimensional endoplasmic mist, 7chasmic catacombs of spits from the magic tones i writ in the form of a mortal poem i 8grind mcs till' the morters glowin', schizophrenically distorted flow can unload 9neurons. cause if i don't they'll explode when a more than necessary number of 10axons grow, pen motion is swift, its, then broken into compartmentalized verses, 6 11each lasting 16 snare kicks; but wheres davids s**t? To compare, and make it look 12terrible next to mine but still a readable rhyme? not even, it lies in the garbage. My 13garden of eden sublime temptation eatin' your mind. Dont try to tell me you don't 14feel it inside, when you read my geometrical wheel of life inscribed. Hidden in the 15lines, im getting higher than space shuttle. -In my room with some sex toys, f*****g 1716a fake butthole, with a case of co-rona in a great struggle-, to not f**k your face 18up so bad you need a eight cuts sewed because you're a cuckold, a gay fuckload; 19hey whats fo' dinner? Your brains, just joking... my blades must poke into your guts, 20hopin' for some cocaine plus cocanuts im estranged luts grope kim kardashians sexy 21frame, cut open her dang c**t chokin' the dame, s**t yo, give me the chainsaw bro 22and shes slain soft spoken lulaby as she dies that i sang; squashed bones in your 23cran-ium exposin' your grey matter.