Free write session

blargh.

My mind drops a bomb like the Enola Gay.
I'm far from society like a cast away.
My rhyme chants are religious like when the pastor prays,
Though they ain't lies like what some pastors SAY.
I'm more truth than what school textbooks display,
And hit targets like marksmen's bullets from an AK.
Slay inner demons like I hush the noises of haters.
Make em jerk back like anal masturbators!
I bring fire and more smoke than cigarette chainers,
The REN is kicking a*s, you didn't know?
Comon, that was a no brainer!
Like bulimic's, you will not gain,
When Mr.Ren steals the mic away!
All eyes on me, like a Tupac album,
I must be from MARRS cause I make em "PUMP UP THE VOLUME."
Your boy displays high signs of intellect,
Self respect,
And he's got his ego right and ID in check.
Dr.Freud would have had me in his tape deck!
I could just see him bobbing his head to my one-liners,
Before those Nazi m***********s said he was into minors!
I'm pissing in rappers "space" like Tom Hanks in APOLLO 13,
And my battle theme is "Another One Bites The Dust" by Queen.
Cause I fire my ammo to the beat,
But what's being fired isn't steel heat,
It's my thoughts lodging into your head to break you free-
And lead you to heaven, lyrically!