i wrote a dis to all the wanna-bes out there. any advice or feedback on it?

Ok you 8 mile eminem fan wanna-be-MC's//
its time you see me then turn green-wid-envy//
at me, the L-A-B R-A-T MC with high dignity//
i kickin, splitin-and-shittin//
at yo chickens-with-mittens//
Drop a real verse, instead of posin//
because hip-hop-pop is your chosin//
you's are all shit and shat//
couldnt rhyme fat-cat-with-a-hat-sat-on-a-mat//
together in a line, the lesson is rap dont want teeny's in its youth//
so sit back down in kindy class and read up on your Dr. Zuess//
you teeny-boppa, no clue of big-poppa//
listen to this oz-hip-hoppa//
no cuss words in these dissin ties//
cause little skill requierd to make you french fries//
burned up, so shut up//
regroup and hug up//
i dont need to be a magical mystikal mage//
to call you up and embarress you on theatrical stage//
so sit behind you keyboard and write or type//
use your school friends for lines and at night-come-and-fight//
before you diss at the lab rat firstly check youself//
cause those rhymes weaker than an anarexic's health//