#JerseyDevilCypher [Rap Contest Entry]

[Verse]
Now let me take you for a ride in my train of thought
One time for your mind, 'cause my brain is lost
I'm insane when I rhyme, lines razor-sharp
So stay away from the mic, or I'll fillet you, dawg
And nowadays, rappers say the same things in songs
"Gold chains, weed ablaze, chase babes, and cars"
Do your thing, but I can't relate to y'all
'Cause I only chase broads with serrated saws
And only thing I'll set ablaze is your grandma
And use chains to restrain the dame to the damn wall
And I drive a white van with a mask on
In that case, I do relate to your stupid-ass song
I'm not one to take a nap on; keep your lamp on
Or I'll sneak in through your backyard into your pad, dawg
Kill your mom, sister, dad, all y'all and your damn dog
Better build a rampart if you don't listen to my rap songs
I mean, let's be honest, my bars are the bomb, man
Got feds watching the shit that I spit
Thinking my mind is connected to ISIS
But I'll stand behind my bars like I'm already a convict
So when you hear my voice
Turn it up, I deliver like a pizza boy
I'm authentic, I'm the motherfucking real McCoy
Put my shit on repeat, and keep repeating like Marina Joyce
(Get it? Cause you know she always repeat-...oh, fuck it. Never mind)
Just take notice that I'm making motions
Like a train, but with way more loco motives
Rose up from a broken home with
No one but my chode and lotion
I'll take the mic you're holding
From right under your nose, man
And set alight the whole damn crowd below me
Cause my flows explosive
The kid who used to write poems
At school, in class, who can't focus
And a heart so cold, it grew frozen
Had a gift that no one had noticed
Cause nobody seemed to know him
And every word he said was unspoken
It was written in an old notepad
And now you hear it through your headphone jack
And now, people wanna say they know me
Oh, now foes wanna claim we're homies
Now you stuck-up bitches wanna bone me
"Bros" turned phony, hoes just horny
It's funny, things changed when I started rhyming
Chicks doing what I say, and my name ain't even Simon
Hashtag Jersey Devil Cypher contest
And, by the way, my name is conscience