It’s F**king Friday III

[Intro]
Yeah! It's Seaning
It's fucking Friday three
Definition of a rap flow

[Verse 1]
I am a monster! And I'll be fast when I slash and I dash
Take off a mask, go home, take a bubble bath
Washing away them sins and the fucking laughs
And the blood and the cuts from the cunts and the nuns and the sluts
And the runts, give no fucks, hit and run with a gun
In the bum and I cum, in their crack and they lack life!
And their bodies lay lifeless, with dried up blood, they're gonna need Vicodin
And rightfully so, I got their backs on the floor
I am a white rapper? Yes, but whack flows? No
I know I'm gonna wreck this shit, and bet my last track
Future racks and one of my many future giraffes
That I lack, and crack, I spit on the track
Fuck all the facts, I lick on the dick, that is wikidy wack
I got a miracle lasso with a lyrical black hole
I am climbing all the way up on this shitty ass flag pole
But I'm a rip it, shit it and start creating a castle
And this is my very own definition of a rap flow
Better Beretta then bury the baddest veteran, heroin
The Batarang done beaten you
I am better than gentlemen
The terror is hella better, better be scared of him
Middlemen is redder than red, if never? I will bury him