I’m going to come quick and raw, and walk away with another win, even if he signs in or not...

ACIDIC must be #1 ACID, well I rock with #12 BASS (Base)/
Solute your abilities, with 11 between us, put you back in your place/
And your avatar is correct as most are, cause, you’re going home/ (Cartman: Screw you guys, I’m going home)
And believe me son, delivering babies head first, be the only way you’re catching dome/
Probably rock hemp-clothing, cause I’d smoke this cat in his City/
Rolling around in his streets, be the only way this cat’s rolling in Phillies/(Philly)
You know this dumbass is a liar, his win records a joke/
Probably got confused and wrote down the # of times he’s been addicted to coke/ (39,440)
Acidic couldn’t drop with his lines, if he had a reel and a caster/
Come on now, this whore is in a crew with Master Blaster…

Stops for a second
Yeah? Mmhmm… No, that is my punch… he’s in a fucking crew with Master Blaster… yeah it is funny isn’t it?
Starts again

Could shag, Fat bastard, and Austin Powers, he still couldn’t be Spy-In (spying)/
Hardest punch he’s ever thrown, was a frozen can of Hawaiian/
This kid gets drunk off of his own shyt, like Irish Barkeeps/ (Gets drunk off his own raps)
See him dick-ridin his homeboys, talkin bout they go way back like car seats/
This kid could “Force” his “Punches” with “Tele” kinetics/
I’d “Maul” his “Phone lines”, so he still couldn’t “connect it”/
This kid only gets replies of “hard” when he spells it wrong in Microsoft Word/
Prolly claims he satisfies pussy, cuz he pet his cat and it Purred/
This cat only spits sick, when he throws up his quality 3-Malt/
Prolly post a Blank Reply, then bitch about it’s D’s Fault/ (Default)
What the fuck is you thinkin dog I could beat you with a Verse full of Acronyms see/
W-T-F, you make me L-O-L, you’ll have to B-R-B, go A-F-K, cause my lyrics make your mom go O-M-G/
This kid is missin ingredients, that make his name, like Coca-Cola/
Cause his flows ain’t acid, skills ain’t godly, old as shyt, like an Ausie using a Bola/
I spit like Mylanta, Spit like Tums, Spit like Pepcid Ac/
I reduce acid, in every form, for some reason Acid always wants to get inside me/(homo)
Dickridin Self, keeps Self’s post in the middle of his screen, cause Acidic is self-centered/
Prolly types his lyrics on a jpeg using Text Tool, cause he wants his lyrics to be Graphically Rendered/
Couldn’t spit Graphic-ally, Metaphoric-ally or verb-ally if he Allied with words/
And couldn’t elevate his lyrics, if he tied his notepad to a bird/

That 30 already? Damn I wanted to keep going  Oh well, looks like I get another win, this cat prolly gonna no show like Sun did after I Soned him.

Walks away