I went a quick 10 lines... match me

I'm ahead of your type.. you've failed.. and whats worse?
You couldn't deliver a punch if you emailed my verse...
So go rehearse coz you need it... your whole verse is a shame
We're gonna find out who's best... when I tell you my name...
Your tens years behind me... so stand back and let me better you
Gonna be right in your face.. and still miles ahead of you
So just face it I'm better dude... I'll embarrass your folks then...
.... leave this fag scared to post... like agrophobic Postmen..
I'll end this shit now even though I write first
Your lines are more stretched... than fat kids in striped shirts