South: [03] Diphtheria vs [14] Bic Rimes

[trap.]

Diphtheria:
I dont have to argue my worth or say he bargins the worst
'Cuz Bic will be on his death bed & sime wont even auction my verse
Your the softest of jerks; a bitch.. that statement holds truth
Throw 'dukes'? no way, Coach K would say ya fist have no use
Ya flows cool but really.. why rap gimmicks?
When this loss will be so 'rapid' people could kayak in it
Its personal when i mention Niquist- No1 heard of you then
You had the same urges to win- Yet, i murdered you then
Now ya name is served as a pen, the connection was a faint tie
But reading verses from both could relate to watching paint dry
I'm bringing pain, why spit Bic? Ya not only bogus
I solely noticed even the backbone of ya verse has scoliosis
Meaning your harmless, i harness skill that i doubt this boy got
Punching ya larynx 'till i'm the sparring partner of ya voice 'box'
I'll boycot ya progression faggot & promote ya death in caskets
Ya verse? If voters picket there only protesting wackness
I'm confessing.. fact is im the best featured in ya town
If ya verse is based on skill, to win you'd need the bleachers & the mound
You'll be beat into the ground & i'm confirming it since
You'd need more than flares & detours to cause that 'turn' of events
We got some shit in common but its not alot to pile
I spit golden bars & Bic, the entire fort knocks ya style
Plus the rest of florida; now i cant say that Bic's a survivor
'Cuz his lifes now engrave danger like the risk of inscribers
Get some new shit, it'll work.. to be that stupid is a curse
God broke the mold when he made you, its now included in ya verse


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Bic Rimes:
Once you lose this battle, you’ll be crying like a baby/
Crying like a baby like the face be in my avy/
And that’s the facts sir/ I’m just stating ya case,
And stating ya breaks came by casting ya rapping from Fracture’s/
Unoriginal bastard/ why’d you doubt my passion,
I’m-a take three down faster, than 106 crowd reactions/
That was ya cue to quit now cos you ain’t coming back/
Ya career’s pants on white folks/ its falling straight on its ass/
How does Dip get by when his writing is like bull?
Shit, that shouldn’t steer you to victory while riding the prized bull/
Or the buffalo, the calf/ cow or the chicken coop,
When battling Dip/ I battle his whole fellatio troop,
And that’s amazing/ it’s like no-one is noticing Rimes/
I’m like a man’s asshole/ I’m supposed to be tight,
Pussy/ you’re battling me between ya thighs,
Cos you have periods between the punches/ why you bleeding on Rimes?
More punchy than usual/ I don’t tend mix words,
But I’m the biggest dog in the book like my name was Clifford/
I wrap rage with real words and write my life with this hand/
While you’re cramming for Rimes facts like a poetry final exams/
Just know something/ when piling ya lines for Iambic Rimes/
Start writing a rhyme and not a collection of couplets,
Cos that’s some dumb shit/ you’re not using ya brain man/
I’m leaving this bum hung from an “L” like hang man/

One and Done…