3 hard-hitting verses

i havent come up with a chorus yet


i may not ever get what i deserve
just a middle-class student from the white suburbs
no gun that im shootin, and im nice to girls
yet im single, god sometimes i despise the world
girls like the bad boys who like to fight and hurl
from drinkin pints of pearl, im kinda like earl
campbell scramble back to your crew in shambles
if you provoke me, cuz theres nothing i cant handle
come at me with cleats, i'll go at you with sandals
use a flamethrower, i'll go at you with candles
diss me on a track, theres no trick that i cant pull
out my sleeve to make you feel defeated and dull
conceited and full of deceiving scandalous flow
im slightly vandalous though
so although im not internationally known
im known to irrationally take what im shown
and deface it with the handprints of my own
fall back, you style has been disowned
forget about taking a knife to your skull
i would much rather take this pen to your soul

(your fear - )
take it in stride
dont fake it and hide
forsake it and make it alive
then make it arrive
naked with a snake and a nine
sedate it with rhymes
pre-meditated games of the mind
combined with flow, and sublime rhythmic time
let the gimmick of your lines align with its spine
then find the rhymes to bind it in a spell of a kind
proceed to take the sharpest object you can find
kill fear, make it die, then build it a shrine
until i can fly, i will jump off this roof
until i get signed, i'll stay in this computer room
and speak the truth, if i dont get studio time thats proof
that at times i dont get the props that im due
i wont stop till im through
i wont drop till im blue
i wont watch another tupac imitator go poof
turn the other cheek, hell i'll turn the other tooth
twist it off, you'd swear it was a shark's too, fool

when it rains it pours
when it pours it floods
when it floods i build a boat, and pray it runs
i'll say it once, and i will say it again
im afraid of this pen, its very scary when
i go to write and it takes control of the whole operation
i know i should stop, but its a sensation to behold
i want the nation to be told
on no occasion will i fold up, or go cold
and if i go gold i will never be sold out
i would just as soon sell my soul
or tell the whole world that i fell down
i've been on this tightrope and i cant tell how
long it goes, it's endlesss, im'a spell out
to you why you wont see my defeat
i repeat rhymes, and mesmerize the beat
you see an opportunity, and i see three
with this song i've become e-l-i-t-e

It's very contradicting. It's like in one bar, people shouldn't step to you, n then the next, theyll have a flame thrower and you'll only have a candle, they have cleats, you have sandals. Seems like the roles are reversed for the point you're trying to make. Seems like you got the right flow, you just need to tweak it a bit.