Is this dude SHOOK or what?? His whole verse reeks of a bravado front from a chump. your concepts totally suck, plus I never seen so much sugar mixed into a punch... sweet as fuck, I'll bleed his luck till he's hollow and propping his pride on a peasant crutch... till he's beggin to battle a cat like Drastic, knowin he'll get ripped the fuck up... cuz the way you came in with that lame shit, completely insults my greatness... so I need to bury you beneath the basement, where even the maggots will consider you tasteless... no flavor, you need to face it, a bullshit copy of me, but the flattery I feel wont make me gracious.. It just makes my anger ignite, you really need to change you name to vybez lite before I run out of patience... your punches are weightless, and they float like boyant turds in toilets bound to be flushed to wastelands... you think your dope, but you aint man, your just a fanboy, holdin an old ass prepared verse to deploy... writing lines like I dropped first, what the fuck is that? that makes you a complete toy... you had that shit sittin in microsoft word and the paper clip is like "I could help you delete this weak verse".. im pissed to the point its obsurd, I expected fight, not some awkward punches thrown by a cowering nerd... I feel bad even fighting back, beating you is the lightest of work but at least im thinning the herd.. My punches are the best thing to happen to fists since flipping the bird, or grabbin knives and cutting a herb... you adopted my style but never learned how to hurt, you reach for weak forced punches and pray to god that they work.. how you shine as a jerk: "stupid multi filler, combined with nothing killer, capped off with a HORRIBLE PUNCHLINE.." weak wit and stupid strings of wack shit aint gonna get you a win against the king for a crown prize... just a loog hocked on your face like a money shot, ending the fucking scene that leaves your props compromised... like it or not, you aint respected as a veteran until you battle real comp and pulverise them under the weight of your drop.. size... till then your just a mop, I use to sop up the floor of my butchershop this is a point you need to realize... I trim off the fat precise, with no filler in sight, a style this nice really works up an appetite to carve and slice.. while your rhymes are the shit type, incubating inside turds, wondering what freshness can feel like... your virtually defenseless, I can't even imagine how big of a pussy you must be in real life... a total bitch, only victimizing his own ego cuz he cant write, punishing himself into the position of D.O.A's and last rights...
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