A weird little beat I threw together, and (below) are the lyrics to a random rap I wrote in about ten minutes.

"They told me not to talk to you, but I do it anyway! 

I’m  like a Spider, Takin back my vengeance, Eight little legs at a time, I feel sickness,

I’m so quickness, burnin without forgiveness, Frame myself for murder when I shot my own witness,

In the endless, no one’s ever sinless, the door kept creackin so I knocked it off the hinges,

Pop the needle out, flicking on syringes, adore my euphoria, ladies start your engines,

No sentence, holds my admittance, I aint sittin on the Prison Court Yard Benches.

I throw wrenches and everybody flinches, The smell of empowerment, that is what the stench is.

I’m 6’2” maybe give or take some inches, I aint miniature, but I still got pinches,

I aint a bunny but I’m still hoppin fences, and if that isn’t clear, then baby check ya lenses."