It's nought nought twenty four, almost 25 minutes past midnight
My written words fast ignite when I got the pen and pad in sight,
Just take a fast insight, to raps zip-tight, with avalanche flows,
Exposing posing camoflaged foes and aimin' to sabotage those,
I punch abs 'n smash toes 'n jab at tash/nose when fightin fully
My writin can be nice'n wooly, or be mad enough to frighten bullies,
Limitless at providin multies, verbal complexity and strong vocab,
I break beakers and burn bunsens burner in my rap songs flow-lab,
You get your fat long toe stabbed, for wearin those mouldy flip flops,
But you've more taste than chip shops if you're loving Fordie's hip-hop,
My poetry's tip-top, so tip toe 'n quick go, befo my sick flow goes sicko,
I`m so schizo I slit holes in my dick hose while I compose this sick prose.
just some rhyme practice, any feedback appreciated.