here we go:

Shanks has lyrical limp noodle, his words never stand out, erectly,
theres nothing 'def' about dephinitions; they can't even spell correctly/
you won't get a 'lead off',you'll never even get close to the 'first base',
Like six 'eyes and lips' spittin this verse, I'm too much for you to 'face'/
my verse is like 'jawin on metal', leavin verbal scars any emcee sees,
you 'bite so many bars', you leave huge teethmarks in your Em cds/
gluin dictionaries in your mouth so your syllables are more than one
you 'ate out Mrs Webster', 'words' get stuck on the tip of your tongue/
don't underestimate the untouchable, you should already know this foo,
you end every bar with an exclaimation, tryin to make people notice you/
like Delgado, I'm 'dee jay'(Dj), "scratching" sounds that'll 'beat' this "cat",
you just whistle commercial tunes, your av says Wal Mart's where it's at/
your words are skidmarks in dirty laundry, I leave you hanging out to dry,
kill you with sharp lyrics? I'll cut into your shanks with buttered knives/

damn, it's hard writing when I don't know anything about you, especially with writers block. That was so wack.
let's see yours
Peace

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