heres a rap that i DID write, sometime ago, just found it in a file labeled "grade A rhyme time" on my notepad
smokin weed
its all i need
i gotta feed
this hunger for the indo
that i grow
you all know,
ill fuck any ho
with my big toe
but i dont get diseased tho
shoot a po-po
when he try an steal the indo
that i grow
all day
everyday
lightin up a J
i go all the way
blaze an play
pass out aroun noon
while watchin loony toons
i blow the smoke ina balloon
suck it back in at school
an the teachers be like"can i get a hit of that?"
"naw! bitch! get your own sack"
i sell crack laced coca cola
and listen to the A1 yola
people call mine crack-a mola
get home and spark up a bowla
you might be a hater
but this is the end of my rhyme
so see yall later

heres some more

ima killa
for tha skrilla
guerrila warfare
i might nut in yo hair
slam yo skull in the wall
lock yo soul in a doll
i got mad skills
go for mad kills
but im not about dolla bills
now im in a courtroom
straight trippin from tha mushroom
judgey wudgey piggy pie
stick yo gut
kick yo eye
i dont die
ima wicked clown like that
flap my wings in tha d-town sky
like a vampire bat
stabbin fred
til he dead
blood drippin out from the cranium wound
and i like loony toons
im tryna say anything that rhymes
i do this on tha street fo nickels an dimes
cause this freaks wit yo head
and without you freaks would lick lead

ima rhyme
in my prime time
with a technine
steady doin crime
like a keylime
dont got a dime
what the fuck is thyme?
ima west coast ghost
sunday pig roast
this floats like boats
i can dance for thrice
spit fire an ice
ancient chinese secret makin wine from rice
cause im cool like obie trice