random freestyle

so im just gunna freestyle it out not even kno wat im talkin bout
the limit is the sky, and i try so hard to fly
but im still on the ground, feelin like a clown
i chug this vodka but cant hold it down
i chuck my guts up
then i pour another cup
in an antoxicating rutt, my visions ****ed
i feel my emotions are stuck
i want this bad enough ta kill
i even stay real, i feel my words are ill
spittin skill, is all that i do
who the **** are yu, to tell me i sucked all the way through
***** you about ta get fried, at least i tried
better yet tellin someone they suck aint the reason i died
if you even got that, knowin you slow ***.
**** id be slow too if i had all that mass.

No disrespect, I'm hoping the writing came into play after the vodka...