Chasey (my first rap)

Alright, this is my first time posting here, and I have always been big on classic rock and always hated rap... but it has been growing on me the past few weeks. And I was like, why can't I do that? That stuff seems pretty simple. So I just want to see how this sounds.

So here is something I wrote in about 15 mins...it's just a little quick story about how fat I used to be
Warning...it's graphic, don't read if you hate cusing!


(echo in)Hey stop children...whats that sound?
Thats right your *** is about to be shot down
By that profoundly-loud-pound thats shakin the surrond-sound (echo out)

(echo in)As far as I see it, you got two choices...(echo out)

You can sit there stupidly and listen to the voices
And rejoice in my rhymes that are as pro-choice'n
As my girlfriends last abortion
I just kept on force'n
The little guys right to be born in
This world that's been torn in
Two and scorned in...


Oh yea...and you gotta listen my sermon
All while you're giving me a blumpkin
And your humming the entire somethin'
Of how the little orange pumpkin
And Mister Rumple-foreskin
Started to f*ck in
The Jimmy Crack Corn's white Excursion
Who was too doped out with his own immersion

(echo in)Okay, Your second choice is(echo out)
You can meet me at the cross section of Boom-Boom-Splatter
Look at me dead in the eye when I hand you back your brain matter
On a little led platter
As the sound of my gun goes pitter-patter
All around the town like the Zodiac Killer

...What, you say you don't want the latter?
Then your a** better start to chatter
And open that mouth a little wider
Oh and I almost forgot...my sh*t contains a little brown splatter (blumpkin )

When I was little, those little mother f*ckers used to call me Chasey
And make fun of me more than that retard name Stacey (true story)
Cause you see, I was just a fat little baby...
But not quite like Stacy...
Stacy screamed every time she saw her own facey
B*tch was crazy
...Hold up... Erasey...
That sh*t is just a little too hasty
Cause Stacey was a Schizophrenicaly bulumiac mazey
She was just in it, running her own racey.

What's with all the hating on little miss Stace?
I tell ya, I don't care, cause I'm Great
And it just don't matter
Because I'm also known as the legendary Alexander.

But that wasn't nearly as funny
When that retard ate the paper money.
I said "Honey, just eat this and i'll give you a nickel"
Just so she had enough to get a popsicle
...Wait, maybe it was I that got the tickle
Maybe my d*ck was the popsicle
Nah, I'm not that fickle...
I wouldn't let her touch my little boy pickle

Oh Chasey, you never stood a chance
You always lost your pants
When dancing your own dance
Because you just pranced on that hard liquor
That fat boy had never been sicker
Just one whispering snicker away from insanity
And another Snicker away from triple-bypass surgery

Just a fat little boy
A cute little toy
Always needing some kind of ploy
Just to keep his heart beating -- Oy Oy
...Had ever poor doctor and their grandmother jumping for joy.

...But those days is over.
Chasey pulled that cover
That used to pull him under
He grew older, allotted for the better
And grew up to be a f*cking serial killer
And a full fledged member, of this society
That we do ordain and establish as our top priority.
Just like the horny lips of a sorority
Who cant quit grabbing at the D*ck Chaney of governmental authority.
Four, Score, and your a f***ing w*ore Ms. Lewensky!

But shhh, they don't know
And what they don't know, wont make em slow
Because Chasey is a little crazy
And he is a little tasty
And right now he is a little tipsy,
...Remember that one guy named Mussolini?
Who ransacked the entire Italy?
Yea, that guy was a pu**y.

What about Castro?
Surely that guy had some macho...
F*ck no.
Chasey chewed up and spit that b*tch out like a fat Mexican woman's taco
You've just been castrated Mr. Castro
And not only castrated...
But annihilated, gyrated, and violated
By Mr Chasey's and his tungeston
Alright, you can stop suckin...

I know not everything rhymes perfectly, but I learned it's more about your accent than anything.

Appreciate it man. I'm working on beats more than flows though...words come naturally to me, it's making the right beat thats hard