write a rap song

life aint a game n its not a joke ur tryna tan bong wiv another bloke hes sneakin in ur pocket while ur pritty dam stoned he sneaks u round the corner cause he wants to get boned. ur only a kid n look at him wiv his big long neck n his hary chin he looks like a beast so u never gunna win. i wrote that rap because it nealyy happened 2 me cause it aint a game its reality westside homies

yeah well I want to write a rap song, I can rap just not my own songs.

UR FAKE SMILE UR LITTLE WITE LIES I DONT NO WAT UR DOING UR LIKE A LEECH SUCKING AWAY LIFE & I DONT NO WAT UR THINKING U FAKE A SMILE U MAKE A LIE UR AT DEATHS DOOR U WONT TELL ME WHY UR AT MY MINDS DARKEST CORNER UR A GHOST BOY & WONT TELL ME WHY U PRETEND 2 B SOME1 UR NOT U MAKE ME HATE U UR DEAD 2 ME & 2 DA WORLD UR ALWAYZ DRUNK WATS GOTTEN N2 U

u the princess of ur own fucked up world u try 2 act cool but ur not dat kindof girl ur da bitch from the hood wit no friends ur a wannabe princess dat plays pretend ur a fraud & a fake u act hard core but deep down u cry no1 goes thru ur hearts door u try 2 act classy u try 2 act cool but ur jus a bitch dat goes 2 my school ur a wannabe princess dat plays pretend u cant fool no1 not even ur kin u cut urself if some1 asks u 2 u drink & do drugs thinking ur cool but ur not ur da princess of ur own fucked up world every1 wants u dead ur 2 much of a fake girl ur da shado of da girl i used 2 no ur a wnnabe u go to my school u criticize me u cant criticize me im who i am inside im not da 1 with something 2 hide all u r is a bitch with fake friends ur a wannabe princess dat plays pretend i hope u die & go 2 hell u have nothing to gain n ur own fucked up world ur jus a wannabe princess dat plays pretend

NIGGAZ WONNA GO 2 WAR WAT U BITCHEZ WAIT 4 I COCKED BACK AND SHOT THEM BITCHEZ 23 AVEUNE EAST I WEST BOUND DROPPIN SHELL EVERYWHERE I GO SHOOT THAT HOE AND HE GONNA DROP FASTER THAN MY BULLET SHELL WATER 4RM THEN I GOT BREATHE AND GO 2 WAR SO U GET ARMAGEDON MUTHAFUCKAZ WE GON DIE

NIGGAZ BE FORCING ME TO PUMP THE CANNON SO THEM BODIES HIT FLOOR LIKE EVERYDAY SPIT BULLET LIKE WEEZY KILL MO NIGGAZ THAT TEST ME CATCH A NEW NIGGA JOCCIN ON ME SO I PULL CHOPPER ON HIM BUT WHERES THE FUCKIN CHOPPER AT SHIT ILL USE THE 12 GUAGE WHERE THE FUCKIN BULLET

if a nigga wanna try fine wit me fuck around split ya wig niggas think you was siamese goin off da head like chinese people in tokyo you niggaz lie more than pinnochio talking bout poppin gunz and all dat bullshit if i knew u nigga i wouldn’t hesitate to get ya wig split lil bitch mark ass trick i’m only 13 every day i gotta brand new whip that i whip on da block nigga fuck the cops i like my shit screwed and chopped and i’m from the north yep up in da cold u try and put out a diss on me i’ll put that shit on hold my shit’ll be on youtube and limewire what kind of 13 year old nigga you know that spit fire but i shit rhymes naw i vomit dem bitches get ya murked you don’t die ya bitch ass gon be in stitches nigga i’m counting 6 figures on a figure 8 i’m respected in maryland call Pillsbury Doughboi Da Great

...I did this when I was 7-ish and performed it for my mother. I am entirely too embarrassed to post the lyrics here; suffice it to say that Mutti was practically rotf laughing so hard. Such was my great talent.

Later on I wrote a song with one of my friends about mitosis (aptly entitled “The Mitosis Song”), which got a laugh from my Bio teacher. No bonus point, though. :[