Freestyle Rapping On CS;GO

Freestyle:

Shit dog
Bushwookie has so much acne that he looks like a motherfucking cookie it's another fucking rap-pocolypse, got a bag full of pussy lips ripping up bars like detention slips, hoping to not slip up my words, don't wanna say some dumb shit, sailing the river selling seashells by the motherfucking seashore, I'm poor as hell but I still want more, just to get my foot through the door, to be able to adore, all the great things in life, like, having kids and a wife, but at least I'm still rifling rhymes like a triceratops, nail clippers I ain't no waiter, trying to rely off of tippers, but I'm still waiting for the day that I can say that I made it, and I'll be celebrating and, corroborating the mating of gay hamsters, I'm saving my savings for the paving of the path of the future, mask off off the clock Doctor Seuss hop off my cock, dock the boat cause I still fit, in a kids shoe size, styling off the dome like a snow globe, bathrobe, smoking on a fat load, Toblerone chocolate, melting in my hands like the end of a joint, hitting my ball point, pen on the paper drawing pictures of the mayor, killing the vibes as I hit the fucking pipe, getting higher and higher, THC in the lungs while my friends are all on speeds because, I need a reason to be able to sleep, yeet yeet, beat the meat take a seat, speak, I'm weak, I'm huffing and puffing this good kush like the big bad wolf, call me, fucking, wolf Sartorius, I would dropkick a baby for a smack on the sack, running up and down these rhymes like an ant eater, spitting the flow wearing nothing but a, wife-beater, tripping balls off this flow like I just drank a glow-in-the-dark stick, sticking this lyrical dildo in your ear, so you can hear, how rapping is done, a masterful from the one and only, get rekt, step back, cut me slack, call me super hot fire cause I'm not a rapper but I'm looking pretty dapper when I fling away, the wrapper to my family sized bag of M&M's, but Eminems got nothing on me because I'm G-E-T R A double C-D, and when I'm having sex with the beat, you should not fuck with me, but I aspired aim higher and poke holes in these wannabe rappers, like bush-wookie, whew, we are talkin mad smack but the rap lacks, drive-by shoot your ass in my Cadillac, take flak like a man and don't cry when your dad doesn't come back, get fuckin destroyed