Tenure Obscure (sample)

Got 6 children on food stamps in a 2 bedroom home Screaming don't trust the government on an welfare phone. Sittin in the kitchen bitchen cuz ya can't get a loan, but ya ain't working the fields since the cows came home. I spy red eyes yup you know what's up, If my dick wasn't so heavy I'd give ya a thumbs up, can't corrupt, my butt, so I'll give you a heads up, putting cocks in your mouth won't teach you to cluck. So Fuck you, I got work to do, gotta give em dogs their bone, to much clucken while you sucking make your teeth turn chrome. I roll blunts so big ya gotta sit inside it, don't fight it, get ya ass in there and get higher than the sky did. Grabbing my dick, Ah shit, like its a hostage,hot for my sausage, all plump with veins acrossed it. Getting bit on the nips and lips, filling pits and slits, with them hits and lycs, no shits or scripts. No bitch or piss, so switch or miss, as I rip these twisty hits. up out this bitch, so quick, better take a pic, you twits, and dumbshits better not give no lip, having a fit like my fist hits, no miss, quicker than a snitch fix, neck twist, jumpier than a prison bitch, hit list. What next, a statutory rape a sore ass-rex, wanting butt sex? Can't hide it don't deny it no need to flex Chilling at Crested butte, I like em big breasted and cute, and a tight little caboose, I noah they always cummin in two's. Doing lyrics chilling, like a villain shooting straight through the ceiling, time killin, head filling, not playing boy don't want what ya dealing Got a yacht fulla pot, shit getting hot, got the thots on drop and our party don't stop. Got a bottle of rum, about to get dumb, have a little fun, so girl cum cum get ya some Don't call me Mr.Right I'm just Mr.RightNow, don't be mad I got the farm and you stuck with a cow. Just sittin there pissin, high on ya throne ya legs just kickin, so high can't see what ya missin, cuz it's yo engine you just piston. All jacked up, on crack yup, awe fuck, like the rock buff, but no cuff, shits tough, still I can't get enough. Back from the past, now you shit be on blast, cuz yo ship it done crashed, now you bitch cuz you last banging yo hoe in my car, Parked in the front yard, only gave her foreplay cuz I couldn't get hard. I'm the Trump of the rap game, fact mane, check my last name, got brains, you just whack lames,and I'm the reason your girl gettin back pains, while you putting the G in gakkin, strapped up like rambo and still actin, like the capt-ain, ask em', head in their ass can't see I just passed em, like batman, outda shadows, now I'm coming for yo ass man. Let's see, she be, all up on my pee-pee, Never asking for cash or the CC, this ain't no varsity this big leagues, hehe, drag you like a he-she, on your toes, still can't see me, on the beach rolling me seaweed, cuz I'm Herman, you Peewee