[Matricks]

Barge into the building searchin to scar a couple children,
Entrance to my stilting, spilled filled drinks and reeled in,
To start spitting and covering like digestion be hovering,
I might as well be suffering, prestiged to start stuttering,
Life gave me lemons and I squirted them into my eye,
muttering ''quotes ain't raised for the cloverless'' I dived,
I died. Who thought I'd be spitting these graveyard rhymes,
Inside my mind, I cried a little till the fright died a little,
Threw brittle rhymes for a dime until I had to mime a cripple,
Sit playing the fiddle with the piper vibing till the kids come,
Swiping their multi-vitamins and getting off over a clip run,
Welcome to my swift running written spun-in web of shit,
On the net with a death-bed of rhythmical inedible spins,
On the typical medical sprint from the asylum reppin' up quick,
Imma diminish in this shit, and you can try to start at me,
Rolling over yourself, leave you with a cleft in your left cheek,

Homie of course I can always write better than this,
I just wrote this as a beginner spit to state that I exist.