My hiphop lyric

Ik probeer een raptekst te schrijven:

Yo Wow Yow Wow

Now here it goes

You don't know shit about me. Well, I'm you're mothafukin' MC.
Best rapper in the crew. Like the days before 'n the block, you kwew.
Bitches know how to get down. On my sound. Uha. Uha. Bitches know how to get down.
I used to make money on the block. Now I make money on the spot.
Rapping. Party. Gave me the flow for my big time parking lot. 

And still those bitches know how get down.

Growin' up on tha streets, ya'll know, I had not a fuckin' thang.
Xcept for getting down on bitchiz and cruising with my gang.
Here comes my shizzle. Oh, with my fizzle. Uha. Those bitches know how to get down.
Now I m the best rapper in the world. From NY to LA to the sound, really dirt.
We party 'n da Bronx like we party anywhere. With some dope: fly atmosphere.

And still those bitches know how to get down.

Now I wanna admit this to you. I suck as a rapper and I don't have a crew.
But I like hiphop, rap, it's all the same. I think it's a very important game. 
But talkin' real: now many lyrics 're so superficial. Uha. Uha. Like nuthin' special.
And all those diss records what's about that? Yet still I know: I'm also at.
And so I wrote this outta pure love. For hiphop, rap, t's what I was thinkin' of!

And still we all know how to get down and party.