My Verse:

You cudn't flow if I put a glass to ya face n let u pour water in it//
You're like some store bought shit...lasts fa a min but can't let it sit//
'Ruffin ya up' so bad...you gon need a 'lyrical survival kit'//
whack at rhymin...whack in bed...gf be screamin wen you be touchin her tits//

Your username indetifies that im gon do somethin 'drastick'//
Had enuff of you runnin ya mouth...'zippin it' up, sealin it in plastic//
Stretchin you like a rubber band...'weavin' you inside-out like elastic//
You lost ta 'ghetto white'...hadda be buried by ya fellow d/ridas inna casket// (THAT'S RIGHT!!!!)

Next time you needa be dissin yo opponent in not yoself//
Add ya to my list of peeps murked cept u go on da bottom shelf//

His Verse:

yo how are you gonna be a street legend when you neva leave your bed room//
get off the computer kid that shits gonna damage ur head soon//
and i want it healthy when my slugs make exit wounds//
ima leave your hole team bleedin//
u given 5-0 your opinion of who did it//
phillys phinest you gotta be kiddin//trust me u dont want drast to spit it//
yo kid i printed out your flow and whyped my ass with it//
so dont go in the internet actin gangsta when you neva seen one//
talkin about your homies !!suposed!! victories cause u neva had none//
its heart brakin,who the fuck put me in a casket, i had whites legs shakin//
yo half yor flow didnt make sense the other was plain wack so apologies before your bones start brakin//
burned! i left this kid baikend

Ok...lets get some votes...