here's my lines

My age old dialect'll disnergrate yer rhymes./
My style is millinia's old 'n still wit tha times./
Tha Gods and emcee's pity ya- feel sorrow for you./
Yer lines are extrutionating but they the best ya can do./
Yo rhymes break demselves 'n rip you apart./
they slow YER pulse 'n stop yer heart./
They juss dat pitiful 'n need to be washed down a sink./
When ya get on stage peeps be yellin "YER DA WEAKEST LINK!"/
So Goodbye, farewell, sianara, maybe you'll get it tomarrow./
But then again ya might weakin yer bone marrow./