Hornby Island Style!

This is,

How we,

Do on,

Hornby,

When we,

Come up,

Bump This

aint no R&B,

makin',

Her legs,

Go up,

like cadillac doors see,

Our Flow,

Can Kill,

Like so,

Fuckin immensely,

(First verse)

My rhymes electrified,

Get your fuckin hands high,

you look like you aint shy,

and you are gettin by,

Since we over at your house i just might try,

when we compose a rap,

we thinkin like that,

and we thinkin clap,

excuse the pun,

just tryin make a million,

and as far as flow goes you aint got none.

got the flow like B Bun,

 just Tryin' get er done,

see the game needs may,

like gangsta rap needs dre,

most rappers are gay,

today i am tryin portray myself as a rapper with skill okay?

i hope you got the point,

see you jumpin off a joint,

and i'm jumpin off the point,

and I;m goin bizzont,

i dont wanna smoke a joint no more,

i dont wanna dance on the floor,

i am focused on the score,

as the beat goes on

i aint fuck around no more,

gangsta rap is wack,

elctro and hip-hop is all I'm bumpin on the track,

and Clubs are gettin sold like crack,

but see i got the angle to attack,

on some bacterial plaque,

cleanin my teeth on a internet jack,

and heres another literary hack,

off a beaten track,

now their hangin off this track,

like their hangin off my ass crack,

now how fuckin wack is that,

Guess I'm supposed to let em win,

and if they ask where i've been,

just playin my violin,

in west berlin,

tryin to find my light within,

running on a roll pin,

with my conjoined twin,

doing deadly sins,

and a dorsal finn,

writing fuck with a bobby pin,

god dam just got blazed again,

 we in a zone now,

dont ask me how,

i didnt allow,

for him to become cash cow,

only a little bit wild,

dont blame me for the shit he do,

i have to,

become a kangaroo 

and live up to,

through and through

my field of view,

but what i fell into,

was way overdue,

what are you? 

I'm sick like the swine flu,