Sick and naughty like Rick and Morty

I spit it sick and naughty Just Like Rick and Morty Shit I’m More like Rick Fucken sipping on a forty Then again I’m ten levels ten stories deeper than the devils temple in pretend stories y’all a bunch a Peter Pans flying high but never never land Yeah man Not many men could ever stand in this spot Im the opposite of big Shaq “Man this man IS hot” Crack a fucken window man mans too hot Fuck it I bust lines When I’m bored in bus lines with punch lines intwined in much fine alignment so much time in rhyming I’m finding I’m winding up a jibbering mess shouting dribble while I’m scribbling text so Yes you are feeling the effects Of my text vortex from my desk to your doorsteps I guess I’m just born blessd to perform with text fresh forms of rawness I’m more or less Like a hornets nest Tortured by relentless spirits Sent on a quest to kill it lyrically to best a my ability you feeling me? I was told I wouldn’t amount To shit bound to sit on a mountain Of shit but shit now my mouth spits A fountain of Astounding wit Lyrically ground n pound First round that’s it real spit Ruff-necks a rhyming MacGyver Turning pens n lighters Into G’s With the force of jet fighters Get set now FIRE!! In the hole!! lighting a bong From the fire in my soul If that’s wrong I aint the type to right a wrong rather write the right songs Than write what’s right or wrong Time has Gone like A Long kiss goodnight Pissed off with the missus We fight n breakup All because I boughter Big Macs Instead of some Mac makeup Trapped in a nightmare Like brat wake up!!