u want 10 lines then aii...

idrty fucka, kickin'-spittin' nothin' but grimey,
You can just-try-me, end-up dead-up, behind-me./
"Iron casket","death-inpenetrable" any less-unaccept-able, mind, lyrical re-cep-ticle./ You got "Chest-i-cles", from bullets holes-cold, drippin'-and-frozen, cut off your "little-testicles" and go-"kiddie-bowlin'./ I'm str8 control-lin' any siteation that I'm thrown-in, scarier than barbarian like that homey-Co-nan./ Holy-rollin' like an O.G. ghost wit da-most-flava, don't need a favor I see through you-like-a-laser/ elec-tric frequencies hit ya-neck like a taser, like you were met-wit-your fate-son you just sweat-'til-the-day-comes./I spray-gunz...
But only in a, ly-rical-sense, shootin' up the paper, like I had "clips-in-da-pens" If its a-hit-it-depends on your ly-rix-and-your-friends- cuz if you don't have the love, you ain't SHIT -to-the-end. I'm spit-tin'-again cuz i'm high-and-i'm-dazed, love for the spits, thats why-I-get-blazed! ...

fuck this.....