A Random Rhyme 12

One to the two  
Three to the four and there's a lot more to list for the average hoe.
That kind that like to go down low or put on a show for ya peeping tom asses,
Showin' their booties through the glass kind of class.
Passin' their coochies around like grandmas cookies down the block for their sugar daddies when really they bodies be lookin' sloppy.
Crusty hoochie mamas all around disgust me.
But don't get me started with you,
You look like a Busta without the Rhyme,
You make me want to commit a crime every time I see you.
Bury you in the ground where you can't be found,
Pound your head in without a hammer.
I'm sick of you twenty year old boys who are in universities and still don't know proper grammar, you all make me want to shove a fucking thesaurus down your ignoramous throats.  
Bitches that talk so fucking illiterate it irritates me.
I just hate it when a dumb ass like yourself can pick up a blunt, but can't pass that exam.
I'm like a head trip to listen to,
I don't give a fuck if you like what I have to say
Or if you don't like my way 'cause I'll do it anyways.
I don't give a shit if my attitude isn't sweet, I like it sour!.
Hell yeah sour like a sour patch kid!  
But ain't stupid like your last girl, but guess is why you got rid of her to get with me.
Now, now don't get mad!  
Now go before I send that weave back to the horses.
Oo did that hurt?  
Do you need a band aid for that burn?  
Please, I wouldn't even kiss it to make it feel better.