I'm ripped baby, and rip babies, and shit ladies in their mid eighties/
I'm that guy, butt naked in a black tie, the mastermind of rhyme
fuck fakin i'm crazy as fuck/
lazy as ducks, insanely disgusted with big flowers/
they're bitch cowards, i've been picking them out of the ground with my teeth for like six hours/
and my dick's sour, i meant the soup i ate for breakfast, i'll take your necklace and throw it in a lake/
hope you learn to swim motherfucker i tried to fuck your hoe but ended up getting with a rake/
rough sex, I, I , I, have a speech impediment, that transfers to text/
i'll jump out of a plane, and land in a jet/
i'm so dope, people think my punchlines w-w- were a collaborative effort from a bunch of small children suffering from mental diseases/ (fast flow)
did i mention my penis? let's not talk about that, cuz it's too big.
the thought of it alone could sink a cruse ship/
i'll eat a b-b-beat and clean notes out my teeth with tooth picks/
i'm too sick, i call people and scream WHOS THIS!?
My penis has-s-s been blamed for natural disasters/
it is quite large and a sight to behold you should really see it no homo/
i'm tony romo, a lonely b-b-bro so don't go yolo, oh no!!!/
i'm in the club with my guy kevin the five eleven/
rhyming brethren, people wanna start shit well i might just let em/
cuz i'm tough as poop, stuff a jew in a cupboard and leave him there/
then open it up later and get scared when a pile of bones falls to to ground/
Need some feedback, trying to really encapsulate the emotional turmoil caused by manic depression.
And for the record, the plot is changing. The story is solid, not changing it. I came correct in that department. Just, idk, idk, ik,,k, 
