Rapping like Everyone else to make them all Proud

[CopyPat]

I’m Mark Wahlberg in Rock Star, tanked. Got the pop chart ranks, drinking Carlsberg, eating Salisbury steak. I’m not sober in a cop car, thanks to getting caught stealing some lawn darts from when I knocked over a Wal-Mart prank. I’m a lawn dart beast, with a long hard D. Eatin ballpark franks with the all-star team. I'm a ballpark fiend with a tall dark penis, chillin with the Wal-Mart greeters and we all spark cheeba. Got the All-Spark gene from transformers in my jeans. Cause my balls start gleaming, mad boners when I see, a tall scrawny B actin horny in the streets. Then it’s cock on the v and its groaning in the sheets , target locked when I beam, the vag contortionist machine. And I make the stars scream when I bumble they bee’s, got the viber-wand from Cybertron - I shove in them deep. Activated stubby fingaz keep em at the optimal peak for my Optimus P, and calculated cunnilingus, it’s a logical thing. The international criminal, who’s into natural woman though. Catastrophe’s imminent when I blast in they little holes. Just flash me the symbol like batman, and I'll rap to the riddle as fast I can. The rat race runner with mad cash, tax payin government fat stacks. I got a bat-cave under my land mass, with champaign, and butler's to pass that. A class act. I can't wait to campaign publicly bash cats who half fake like Pancake Brotherly's black half. Flash back! Flash back! I'm a half-baked motherfuckin drug addict who's dumb, in a mad haze at a gas station, bout to throw a match at it for fun. The young Black Sabbath with guns, you punk assess get a pump action blast in the lung. I'm shooting you up, like forming habits for junk. The former champion's up, it's truly enough, cause I had to kick the habit so I booted a nun. Did I confuse anyone? Just google it, computer click the answers, I’m done.