Rap something?

I can't rhyme to save time on a dime for some lime 'cause I'm blind outta my mind payin' a fine for some chime cleanin' grime on my crime. I can't rap.....

Fuck the Policewoman Cumming straight in her underwear.

Take heed, listen to the shit that I spew, Poor girl at work today did a sick, it’s true. While I tap tap on laptop, pondering creative rhymes, Real rap gangsters out there committing legaslative crimes. Ditch emotion, this hip hop, I’m spitting comical shit. Then change, switch it up, use the brain, logical shift. The Earth, taking turns for the worse, climate change. Political systems, incremental, gives me quiet rage. Mind fire like a chef in kitchen using heat though. Thoughts rapid like I’m switching channel on the TV remote. End of this crappy rap I quickly just wrote, Now, end the day, I count the dusty banknotes.