Raps

Maybe I'll be better at poetry in rap form...I don't even think it has to completely rhyme.

Yo wassup homie dawg
How's it going, carrying that bomb.
Or those drugs or that illegal thing
It all helps me get my bling bling bling!

Yo. I'm a rappah. I do what I want.
Yo. That involves illegal stuff.
Yo. I want a repetitive beat.
Yo. So I can talk quickly and tap my feet.

I'm a rapper, dawg, I break the law.
But the cops don't come, I break their jaw!
I go to parties, and drink some lemonade.
Yum, some nice fresh lem-lem-lem-lemonade.

Yo. I'm a rappah, I do bad things
Yo. I get away with stealing my bling bling bling.
Yo. I don't be lame.
Yo. I ain't got no shame.

And then ending would go something like:
Bling bling bling bling bling bling bling bling bling.