This may be the wrong forum for rap lyrics, but I just joined.

Here's a rhyme that i recently wrote. I write freestyle, like as fast as I can say it/think it, I write it down. I almost never edit what I write, and like freestyle, my rhymes come fast and flow. I can't rap or I would record this. What I am looking for is comments on my style, etc. Is this garbage, or ok stuff. My DJ name is DJ DiZZasteRR, that is why you see the references to that name in the rhyme

Title: Nine-O-Eight… Cliquer and Quicker

Fasten yo seat belt cuz I’m bringing mad turbulence,
Nine-Oh-Eight Clique is causing the disturbance.

Rhyming-and-timing-and-deck'n-it- freely,
My beats so thick, you look, but can’t see me.

Surprise? No lies, the shake, the break, I be mad growin’ it. .
Free with my touch I be effortlessly flow’n it.

Beats-are-to-me-like-meat-to-a-lion-it,
Pounce-on-every-ounce’n-the-808-be-fly'n-it.

Crazy act’n mo mackin’ an pack’n em in,
Never-relenting-the-speed- not-ever pretender’n.

Lunch is a box that delivers to me,
magic I have to unlock with no key.

More smooth than a criminal, my rhymes become seminal.
Repeated by poets and leaders, Nobel’s and Models,
So naturally gifted, success so well you always can tell.

Smooth as a razor, I always have favor, my choice, the flavor, to savor, and look freely
Locks if you see, but don’t have the key, no sweat it, I’ll get it, unlocked with just me.

The-beats-crept-so-freely-all-over-the-floor-and-got-you-offa-you’re-seat- like-stealth-ninja-blackness,
I’m droppin’ the bombs that setting off alarms, the feeling you getting, my PHD, private practice.

Yo freaky actin’ ho’s got they hands on the floor,
I’ll drop it and break it and get me some more.

Yo I’m gonna play ya,
You lookin’ like Twister,
How ‘bout we play later jus you and you sista?
I make’n you do things that you only read in a book, you dizzy, and ready, and took….the hook….., my look.

Jump’n ya faster, an better an karate kid’n ya now, wash it and wear it, just wonder’n how
I did that to you,
Now you can’t even speak.
Too much. Too soon,
Again. My room. I see you next Week.

On the wheels of real, I control your mind,
I make you feel all over, and over, and come from behind
You to shake you, and bake you, and make you, all over quiver….a shiver,
A Dance, a trance, a start.
The clips come apart.

I’m lethal-and-real-and-before-you-I-stand…and-land-blow-after-blow-till-there’s nowhere-to-go
so-you-stand-glued-to-the-floor-cuz-you-can’t-reach-the-door,
But two more is twice and makes four,
I’m count’n,
Everlasting, and testing, the last thing or enough, gentleman, understand her, conquer-her , I’m mount’n.

My-hands-are-the-weapons-of-devastating-beat-construction,
The-damage, collateral, the floor? Destruction.

So much flow rhyme pools for fools I’m divin’ in,
gathering dust, just. Archivin’ my rhymes, now and then agin.

Too much, no shutoff, the words they just run off.

At it again too many pages I’ve written.
I come in from behind, like a vampire you bitten.

You belong to me now…follow if you can and see how,
The Dzzzzzza, beat killa, licks you up like vanilla.

So smooth and like ice you think it’s a dream
You drip like yo meltin’, like heat on ice cream.

Mad rush the bomb droppin’, hits anotha floor filla,
Maniacal, not a trial, your beats just met their killa.

Maybe a minute this rhyme took to win it,
Don’t test me, or think that you best see,
The D to the Z to the R makes it seem ez