Rhyme like

You know, maybe if I write some shitty poetry I can get me an award and an invitation to the White House.

Let's give it a try:

Yo, I say the river was high,
And so was I,
the crank, the shank,
gonna rob me a bank.
Out jumped the pigs,
So I jumped in my rig,
Got my 24's spinnin'.
When I pulled off my wig.
Pigs in the skreets,
drawin' them gats,
I hooked it to da lef,
And I looked at the splat,
Of a pig's head in the skreet,
he went under my skid,
now there's red on red,
and from the sidewalks to eat
come the pernicious knids.

Yo. Word.  Dat's right.   Uh huh.

Can I gets me a government grant for this?  Dis' here be some art!