I don't rap street

hold upn chill take a seat i might just blow a mother fuckera socks off his feet when i tell u i dont rap a about being street like windows 96 im feelin obsulute im an 88 baby before the days of internet were every moment made turns into a twee too ppuult tweet to me is what tweeety bird said before he said i though i saw a puddy tat xq use to watch kids shows were the characters had no pants on just a top n a hat humfry bear n fat cat anotherabout 4 turtles who were looked after n raised by a karatie master rat they mustnt be able to fight now days coz rap about is who pulls this who pulls that gangsters dancing in there loung room like teen girls n rap about gums picture that any thing for views u put em on a pedastool i refuse to be foolded they some white chicks terry crusie i was raised to mind my ps n qs i was gettin ink back when it was tabboo have a face tattoo now its the thing 2 do thanks ta post malone n all the mumble rapper gettin views im old like a casset had plenty of close shaves like gallete before i was 7 got busted smokin a ciggaret use to cop a beatin for fuxkin up n we desrved what we get now if they dont get what they want they turn to the internet n get upset whats wrong with the worlud every one want there hand held i was in yr 2 getting expelded loved nothing more than 2 rebel youd cop a froggin for snitchin n told dont b dibbie dobbin SS got a nother smack for sobbin yu ass be stingin n throbbin but u were quick 2 learn a lession u kept yu hands in yu pocket when at the shops couldnt imbarrase yu parents told to be on yu best behaver coz when u get home that belt came out there wasnt no ta save yu now they dont smack kids im in public n watchin parents copin smack from kids flippin the lid coz there phones glitchin n they cant watch there utube vid feel like the worlds gone mad the world goes go buy while there heads berried watchin the pad depression n anxiety became the fad i grew up sayin cowabunga n rad i was 8 got my first pocket knife but i new betta then to pull it when some one made me mad we wore hand me downs and seconds hand cloths from the salvos we all dressed like housos recording casset taps off the radio your got sent to shops when the milk ran low on the way home we stop n throw rocks threw and abndoded places window me bonza n billbo that was a life time ago growing up were ever i went my siblings wanted to follow ..... rip beans... that my lil bro them word make it hard to swollow... i hope were ever the angels go the vb r cold n theres n endless flow miss u foreva glad we grew up together in the 90s era runnin a muck being a terror back when the movies were betta home alone hook and dennis the mennis is it me or does it look like dennis grew up switched genders and changed his name to ellen degeneras its the norm now to be trangenderess