Who can write better to this beat?

I've never been the cool kid always been the smartest, besides the fact my whole class thought that I was retarded, the farthest from being considered normal, refusing to behave formal, even to the outcast, I was still an outcast, even the teachers would kick me out fast, people just love to follow, but none of them can swallow, the emotions that I bottle, taste the pain, then try to say my name in vain, isn't it in plain, sight, that I might be the best, anyone not impressed, has got a lot a stress, well to be hexed, if your stressed you probably agree with me, and your probably seeing me, cause I paint a picture no brush, in a race of life but no rush, why finish fast, I rather finish last, cause niggas won't double lap, unless it's reincarnation, in that case then Satan can suck it, no torture, a scorture, of drums, keys, horns, all the above, I am the one, shift that shit, get the 1 exclamation point, damn, niggas say I can't, rap, cause I have no swag, or no bags, of weed, music is my seed, only difference is it's better then weed and it's free, so why not, try pot, from the cyclops, im hot, on a microphone, I recycle yo, you rappers, I swear Im faster, then you guys, quick witted kid who lies, not, cath me lying then I'm smokin pot, and I'm afraid of fire, don't believe in me ask somebody higher, which is anybody, I'm so low I could chokehold anybody, and say it was an accident, for killing theese faggot rappin kids, try to keep up with me after this. Try to say that you are what's after this, and see how bad you get blasted shit, super saiyin, I'm not decayin, my fates in, the hands of the future, and you just, screwed up, by not being me, cocky I see, no reason, to be even leaving me with grievin, over this beat, I'm the boldest of these, guys, my only lie, is when I say I'm a human, so if your assumin, anything different you are clueless, like a child who hates board games, I am more than lame, not even god could torch this flame, damn, fuck my life, these niggas probably right, I should quit with the rhymes, but that would be more the reason why, to do it, prove that I'm ruthless, send a bullet, from cupid, I'm past stupid, sick, you think you got the balls, but your just a dick, I wanna quit, end, and just stop, but I'm going to strong and it's not, worth it, if I'm worthless, then bill gates is hurtin, I'm certain, that the curtain, will never close, no one will ever be this close, to making headphones explode.

Sorry, I forgot to write bars.....