Incomplete high rap stuff

High, my name is, as a kite, Cody is. Don't slip or trip on the box elder bugs that slurp up the sludge seepin' out your feet, like you're sweating Smuckers, purple, out your sneakers, sans the nut butter. Bit the bun, but don't be beatin' the bread you knead, kneelin' on bubble wrap and bending needles with your but cheeks. Check it, while Charlie chirps a chorus in the chappel, Chuck is cackling there in the backroom, butt fuckin' loud enough to smell it in the foyer.