Welcome in my brain (freestyleish)

I take out a paper, roll another joint
‘cuz after a few hits of green, my raps are on point
As a little boy, I was against drugs
But back then a hug from mom
Was all I needed to get some joy
Now it’s all a little different
I smoke so much weed
My friends start to get suspicious
I was never superstitious
I don’t believe in God or anything
I don’t want no tissues
On my arrival in hell. Can’t you tell?
I’m the sickest MC, my records will sell
Cancer’s probably growing inside of my bones
And the only reason is ‘cuz all day and all night
I want to get stoned
They call me a grown-up
I’m more of a loner
Inside the mind of a stoner
Welcome in my brain
This is my domain
Don’t mind the thoughts floating around
They’re kind of insane
For me to write a freestyle rap
It takes me fucking ages
Because English ain't my native
I gotta get creative
Why isn’t language like a sickness
Why isn’t it contagious?
I just
Say my thoughts out loud
Words come out of my mouth
And half of the time
I don’t even know what they’re about
I need to learn some new words
I keep saying the same shit
Me and your daughter
Are probably related
‘cuz I fucked your girl so many times
And not only in her anus
Call me Amadeus
I’m the fucking greatest
(hahaa)
This crazy wind is blowing papers off my wall
In Rocket League there’s this shot that’s called a stall
My whole life I wanted to be able to dunk a basketball
But I’m not tall
Roll my joints with tabacco
Lord pretty flacko jodye
I must say these rapping days get kinda lonely
I like my me time, I won’t lie about it
But I miss my homies
In summer we’ll be chilling
All day all night
I got this weird feeling
That this gone change my whole life
I just gotta go back to freestyling
I started writing and needed to be reminded
Of what I’m capable of
I got some changeable thoughts
If I can make people laugh
I think that makes me a boss
Cringy lines
Filthy times
Written rhymes
Whee-whoww, chk chk chk ya yeet
I take a hit, and that shit, lifts me off my feet
I like freestyling, but I’m not good at it
That’s why I’ll end this shit
Half of it written, half of it spit
Directly from my mind
I’m a diamond, you’re worth a dime
End with a cringy quote line , thingy
You know