okay...lemme do this...

I spit to break limbs, and twist the oppositions minds/
you ain't no emcee, you speaking silent like mimes/
I'm a lyrical sniper, scope you out from a remote distance/
and ain't nobody at the scene of the crime, theres no witness/
cause I keeping morgues open 24 hours daily/
I give them business, thats 24 bodies daily/
and don't worry, cause the death I deal will be painless/
you must be losin your mind, cause you winning is brainless/
I burn you 10 degrees, sick acid in every direction/
you could be hard even if you had an erection/
you ain't got no street cred, the pavement laughs at yo ass/
the streets is talking nigga, they telling you to watch you back/
cause I'll clap you out more than American Idol audiences/
I see wack emcees, like it was my sixth sense/
I'll rip out your spine, so your punches can't connect/
they still wouldn't get through even if you dialed 1-800-COLLECT/
I got connects, I'm the neighborhood lyrical pushaman/
I dispense dope lines, cause its what I live for man/
cause you sniff dope lines, you never spit dope rhymes/
I musthave stole your clock, cause you lost this time/

okay...go...