eight, nine nine, eight, nine Hello, father, spare me a dime, and pay the mime with five landmines; ******* the bridge if we've got time.
Appalachian Yeti-man: set fire to the trashcan. Call me hobo-stan, and if the beard fits grow it.
Show it; show me the D. Dentistry, stay with me; Explain for free: "Dichotomy of the mind" thoughtfully, for a time.
Robot-o me, Mr. Oregato. Set phasers to **** stunningly. Make fun of he for bad grammar and intellectuality. He dumber; me smarter. She's aderall; I'm martyr.
Destroy my innards, Captain. I need them not. She leaves me rot, and he feeds me Scott.
Scottie doesn't know that Fiona and me eat him in a van while he's sleeping. Cannibal, call me Hannibal, and she's the Jane to my Tarzan, pulling the fruits of my loom.
I just started writing in class, and I kept going. This was the outcome; it was very stream of thought, and, at times, I attempted to rhyme a little here and there.