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You get pampered like diaphers
While I'm writin for these biters
heavyweight? you cant get lighter
everyone dropping two bars on a 4 cypher?!

So you know what you're doing? Homie just do it right
But im sorry you just don't seem like the fluent type
I mean be serious, you already ducked our last spar
I understand though, Your rhymes are worse than a crashed car

drastic cocked back, but didn't even blast far-
crashed cars? i smash ya ass with the impact of a gassed star-
talkin all types of shit, with ya glass jaw-
you ain't on, you the opposite, now i blast off-

cum now,that what ya girl said to me ..
she was tire of yo net texting trying all ya life to be a emcee.
see, we know your madd ,there no reason i should diss?
but,god played the joke on you..wid in ya dead-end job pic, and u was proud to posted it..

aaaaah! hey it's the dork who never responded to my verse
you're a netcee that punks out of battles so what's worse?
I listened to ya soundclick songs and your rhymes are poo
get a job punk, you ran ya mouth now madd won't hire you

follow my foot print since it seems to fit so nice over ya face..
i have a real job and one the benfits is i do business in the real world, remember that place..
naw you keep pace, just chase to myspace,listen how i network..
you still web cam in ya tighty- whitey,blue in the face tryin to be the next smurf..jerk
get real or get gone..i would reply at you but u still confuse what name to use when u log on..
foot fungi- funky-toe is a foot fedish fecal freak,
fag talkin funny ,for real funky u already a marked target ,so silence ,let the adults speak.

with the impact of a thousand mules I'll lift u you outta ya shoes
it's only a 4 lines diss fest but you're too stupid to follow the rules
i'd smash you on a track, you sound like a hobo with your backpack rap
masquerading as abstract but still can't mask the fact that you're WACK

As I read your verse I realize you're missing shit
You don't have a flow or punches, dont throw a hissy fit
Im not done, you have weak mutli's and metas
So dont cry when yopu find out its not your fault that im better

you better than me? c'mon Drastic you never drop quality lines
how you gona diss someone who's stomped you multiple times?
you're obviously outta your mind, it's a fact you suck dicks fag
the weight of your words hold bout as much water as a dish rag

Im tired of your shit, its too weak to hit
But now that you speak of it, I plead the fifth
Your verse is what im burnin, and dog Im steady tokin
The piece will leave a hole in ya neck like heavy smokin

I'm Hip-hops Boris Karloff, scary to you bitch your heart's soft
you too light to fire a gun, the kick back would rip your arm off
makin you shit yourself now ya Fruit of the Looms are soiled
you'll get ya necklace stolen it's worthless like aluminum foil

okay stop the press,the boy wants to get his iron on..
u don't wanna gun talk wid me, please..u still sling shot rocks wid his moms thong..
man,.. my hand is tired of punch ya teeth out ya jaw housein..
special ed,get on ya meds..ya driveing ya self stupid ,like a gps that keeps re-routein..

brief announcement! ur fresh flesh in the grasp of a lions claws
violently mauled, n ya makeup smeared tryna disguise the flaws
u whining softy.. cookie crunch rap ass nigga you're a bit too fake
seriously where's these phantom classic songs you pretend to make?

Fuck with me you'll be lookin down two barrels like binoculars
Than you start to speak, BUT I get to poppin first
Now I am Being literal when I say you cant see me
Be easy Because im sneaky and will end your life believe me

don't make me laugh,u in maryland near ocean city..
asking tourist for change, sand seaching like a ashram hippy.
see,u lucky,i dont drive to ya house and bang u throw ya front door.
wid dat 870 remington slug poppin peep holes at this internet whore..

I have to staple your soul...stupid, listen to reason
I'm respected all over the net, 'Across the boards' I'm loved like the crucifixion of Jesus
Both plans flourished, so when you're apart of the show
don't get too ahead of yaself, Or i'll throw ya brain, to catch up...so you lose, as far as you know

DT

yo,go shit in ya diapers ,... smell what ya brain was thinking.
no wonder elements feel off drastic,..this weakling keep speaking..
font fronting and twitter tweeqing..pussy ya mouth keeps qweefing..
im alpha and omega wid this ,study the four bar of realitivity in my teachings..

rah jux!, i already whooped ya ass, and made an example of you-
then you left hiphopelements, went back and ran to ya crew-
when i left you came back, thought it was safe to resurface-
so i bet when you see this post you bitch out and get nervous-

MADD don't get too big in ya britches
cuz I'll break ya tail bone the way I kick it
With ten digits and a overbite may vicious
Rip apart you cats over lyrics before yu adlib it

Ab you cant punch you aint Ryu ok Mr street fighter
You couldnt pull a hit if Nas was your ghost writer
Your soft like Pop concerts son, so hold up your lighter
The only way you pass Mc's is by pullin an all nighters