new rap song..i think this one could be a poem too, its more poem/poetry-ish then my other songs

i've got abs
u got flabs
theres nothin more to say
i look better then u on any day
its so complicated but its not so complicated
im not complicated
not even jaded
wear faded jeans and look like a model
but thats super not role
i know my role
its bein a leader
i feel like i made it
but everyone feels like they made it
so how r u different?
just da fact that u got flabs and your girls' tits sag?
i cant even brag cause thats all everyone does

new rap song part 2

u gotta watch those types that stab u like Brutus
u dont wanna do this
i guarantee that you're deluded if u think u can exclude me from livin out my life
i'll get u secluded
finish u off rudely
your girl will be cryin how i brought u down crudely
i dont know y u thought u could stab me
to me its like bein struck by a utensil
or a sharpened pencil
i'm indispensable
enough of that already
in 3 weeks there'll b rumors and lies enlarged like tumors
this story will be twisted like spaghetti
i got success but u dont c me celebratin
can u c any confetti?
aint no confetti
i just find a new list of hotties like Shilpa Shetty
wouldnt it be shitty
if i lost this game for somethin silly
i'm free like willy
cant let u take the win
just gotta dig from within then i can do anythin
includin startin this shit all over with your evil twin
rewind repeat begin
u better not bash or trash me cause im am assassin
i'll whip your ass man
crash your cars and crush your dreams to smithereens
if it seems like u pissed me off, listen...
heres a few tips:
stay low
clean your ears with a q-tip
and abandon ship

my new rap song

in da club if they lookin sexy thats enough/its my permission to screw em/those girls over there wear their grama's panties/i wouldnt wanna do em/da industry let me in as a shoo-in/ now im all out/ got 1000 dollar shoes man/to my doubters i say screw em/to eminem i say keep doin wat u doin/ senior citizens call me a hoodlum/i guess they right/u wouldnt wanna screw with me/i'll cut u with a smashed bottle of hennessy/watch out not to spill any of it on me/cuz im dressed successfully/haters didnt get da best of me/always keep on testin me/lyrically my goals to be like weezy/drug lord pimpin wanna b like jeezy/make up, do slangin like off da heezy/make u cough up your blood u be wheezing/huffin and puffin/i make u sick cuz of my sick lines and rhymes/and i aint ever bluffin/u better recognize that this isnt a disguise