Bad English

I step up to the MIC,
I’m ready to rock.
These boys wanna fight?
They all gonna get locked
in a prison cell, yeah, that’s where they belong,
locked up with the other freaks who think they can top this song.
I spit out this verse
so fast, I’m gonna win it;
hey, it could be worse
but then I would get it.
Just be happy this is for English class
otherwise I’d be locked in detention so fast
that I wouldn’t have no say in the matter;
doesn’t matter ‘cause hey, I only gettin’ fatter
just like the rest of this fast-food nation
McDonald’s is destroying your lives, annihilation,
and wow this song really sucks a lot worse
than it really should have, what a bad verse.
But I guess that’s OK because in this universe
You don’t have to practice, not even rehearse
I’m being repetitive, what the hell?
In fact, while I’m at it what’s that smell?
It must be me ‘cause of all of those chili dogs,
that’s probably why I’m makin’ all this smog
When I’m just tryin’ to freestyle an honest verse
(geez, the word “verse” is really overused).
So sorry the way that last line didn’t rhyme,
it’s really hard tryin’ to rhyme all the time
Those guys in musicals must really wig out
having to sing in rhyme all the time: if they don’t, it’s a bout
with the other lead roles ‘cause she screwed up.
I don’t even know where I’m goin’ with this, sup?
What sup is the sun, the sky, the ceiling and the clouds.
Don’t forget the space, aliens, and the Gods’ frowns.
They frownin’ just ‘cause this rhyme really sucks.
Well they can just eat me, ‘cause you know what?
This is the first time I’ve tried to freestyle,
I really don’t care if I don’t got style
My English is bad, but that’s OK
just as long as you give me a good grade.
Please?