I aint mean to say you spit first...just 30 mins verse is do...so heres mine.

I phonetically murder emcees, Alphabetically from A to Z
You couldnt connect with me, if your chords ran to the TV
I might not be that nice but,then again neither are you
Your chances in rap are similar to leann rhymes, "BLUE"
While you over there singing those love songs with 311
You need to be prayin for some insite from 2pac in heaven
Cause You aint spittin no fire for me, you just rob snow
Be creative and go write in your diary,their petey pablo
Youll never climb to the top, you should just disappear
Heres some new found glory, its all down hill from here