Lyrical Exercise

Ayo closed mouths don't get fed and a big one will get you punched in it/
Hell nigga I flip out just for fun it/
Shit, I back it up and i talk a lot of it/
And just cause my eyes brown, it don't mean I'm full of it/
What fuck am I eating that got me I'm dropping only hot shit/
This rap shit, I consider this my outlet/
Its fucked up to say but muthafuckin truth hurts/
dead man walkin, when I catch him ima put him in the dirt/
super sweet when I speak ya name it make my fucking teeth hurt/
Like my opinion then you can come see me jerk/
But You a pussy you don't talk, you just meow at me/
Don't be mad at me, hey that's just reality/
My reality, dreams is shit I just can't believe/
In God I trust but in guns and green I believe/
And it seems
They say I'ma pestemist for knowing they're things I can't achive/
With the cards given/
Strong willed or hard headed, either way the ole boy Coy driven/
And that result comes from hard living/
However, my talent that was God given/
Ima make a killing or get killed trying to make a killing/ that'll be Lord willing/
I dont knocking on wood cuz that don't mean shit around my hood/
Cuz teen's Babies gone be born, people gon die/
Kids gon laugh, and mamas still gon cry/
Still a need to look fly, so fiends gon coming to get supplied/
People need it but can't handle the truth/
But what should I do, sit here and lie to you from the booth/
I'm on the attack, fuck you, fuck this, and fuck that/
yall throrugh bred is watered down, my genes is intact/
Mmm scrumous your wack raps is just a snack/
So call me a pesomist, when yall know ima realist/
Not the hardest or the smartest of starters, I'm the realest and the illest and you know it cause you feel this/