iight...not enough bars man...seriously...i'm out for a couple of hours...heres my verse

I'm in for destruction, demolishin', polishin' silver swords
gettin' the clappin' on with clips,.. like Oscar's film awards
plus i'm like drunken drivers in skate parks, drillin' boards!
kill xplicit & bury his shadow, just 2 murder his only follower!
distorting your text like an epileptic-dyslexic book borrower
kid got dicks in his mouth, son dont let the game swallow ya' !
spit on the top of ur dome,...skills 'weighing' over his head
and i aint talkin bout pencils when i say i, smoke the lead
stepp to hottie?? your dreams'll die n' ur bones'll be red
battling?? yo' verse'll look like a marriage proposal instead
i'm holding mic's, you holding christ 'till the rosaries shred
blatant n murderous, its time you die, meet poetry's bed
u cold? dead serious? come on, u aint got ur corpse in a sled?
u dyckride diction and hab, (ßVenezuelan for dick in hand) plus abs! ..no wonder known for props
staple ur hands to ur ears, n' punch ur forehead—hold ur thoughts!
soldiers watch, xplicit always lost, hit ur right til ur left shoulder pops!!

Defiantly not one of my bests but I needed more lines …..10-15 is not enough