San Diego Martian Lapses

you slip scripts into wack audiences so you can get on tool time,
and even with a twenty dollah mic dis foo is poo, couldn't rhyme.
you smell like lime, i'm lemons, my rhymes make you pinch your cheeks,
like grandmas in b-ball cleats, you beat games with seesaw cheats.
i hide and seek life you peek because we all know you're so weak,
you think lame verses are a feat, i'll pound you with a hammer just
to tenderize fresh meat(ya feel the heat?)
i'm neat and tidy, you're unclean and wash your clothes with Tide,
but even in an ocean of motion the sun's watch ain't telling time.

A perfect example of a maddrapper verse. Do I have the 'attitude' you're talking about? The unplayed dope punches and the wordplay out the ass, madd?