Gank Patterick locked inside my room and never wanna leave;
cuz I'm playing Need For Speed; swerving through urban traffic;
is unnerving - s**t - just wrapped
my German, European classic m3
'round them trees, time to put the controller down,
look around an' find a bottle to pee in
I'm a weed fiend and a po-theed;
I mean pot-head *cough-coughcough*
that was kinda unexpected - anyways;
i checked on the internet and took some measurements -
an' just like everyone in the Beatles -
- I'm literally bigger than Jesus
even if that's really pretty much completely irrelevant...
Not mine:
I hated when my moms joined the neighborhood watch
Put crack on the street and let the neighborhood watch
I said imma be somebody in this neighborhood, watch
Started takin' everybody in the neighborhood's watch
You want shots, then Captain Morgan's comes out
I said if you want shots you get capped, and more guns come out
I said if you want shots, you get capped, them organs come out
No whip, Imma catch him waiting at the bus stop
He waitin’ on the bus for rides, I wait until the bus stop
Wait until the bus arrives, spray one in the bus top
Leave you at the bus stop, laying with a bust top
*I'm Gank Patterick, why? Because my rhymes resemble patter songs, tongue-twisters and limericks and largely fixate on violence.

I'm so on edge I'll make your wrists bleed when we shake hands
at any bash or even an industry insiders convention in the lobby.
Dress grey, look plain, nothing exceptional is what I'd recommend;
hopefully they won't remember your face, well probably
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The Party told you to reject the evidence of your eyes and ears. It was their final, most essential command.
If you're not careful, the newspapers will have you hating the people who are being oppressed, and loving the people who are doing the oppressing. —Malcolm X
Just a reminder: under international law, an occupying power has no right of self-defense, and those who are occupied have the right and duty to liberate themselves by any means possible.