technical freewrite

i tell em im a rapper and they all full of doubt
havent been spitting cause my mouths in a drought
turn on the spout, i'll show you what rap's about
flow is wetter than your girl when i let her write a letter
cause im a heavy setter or spitter when i hit that she know im better
than you'll ever be as an MC or at sex, you see?
lyrical visectomy, infertile rapper's capability to produce heat legitimately
is just a possibility in my artillery of fire i spit
and every Adam i split, im sick of this shit
cause you dont know shit about my lyrical ship
drop the s, add a hop, now you know why ya'll flop
cause its not even hip hop, this town is like hick hop
and dont make me stop to talk about real talk or reel talk
cause you cant talk about real talk when you dont understand reel talk
or even walk your talk that you talk you walk
so go do a bored walk on board walk
and go hick hop on reel talk
then you can hip hop on real talk
and see why i cant stop
im the best like the rest just watch me molest
the fuck outta beats like it's your chicks chest
see those breasts? thats the start of my quest
cause her heart i will test, sex relieves stress
and as the king of rhymes, i count my wealth in dimes
and about a dollar at a time want my nine
like 7 im a prime, but when i rhyme its like Optimus
you already know what your only fuckin option is
surrender the mic, motherfucker im Mike
sickest white kid since the third reich