Easton Diss
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•3 months ago
Dude, you thought you can be better than me? Hah! I was better than you straight from the beginning Cause I spit like a fanatic with an automatic But just a little bit more dramatic Isn’t this fantastic? I kinda find it funny The fact that you say you’re ill with it But you’re asymptomatic Such a shock I know, I’m electrostatic And your lines, they’re erratic Make no sense, making me psychosomatic Stop with writing, become rheumatic Cause you will never become gigantic And your line stinks so much their aromatic I mean, it’s just pragmatic If you write one more line, I’ll stop being diplomatic And hurt you so bad, you’ll turn monastic Don’t know what those words mean Guess I’ll just have to dumb it down, but I’ll never stop Dropping bombs big enough to blow up Syria Now make like a refugee while I attack with a flow so good, it’s Shakespearean Otherwise, I might conquer you like it’s neighbor Phrygia The thing is, you do not give me hysteria As a matter of fact, I think you’re hilarious Since you thought you could beat me Bud, the only person who gets to beat me Is the person who can outthink me And that person hasn’t been born yet Hold up, I gotta take a rest It’s kind of difficult being the best And having to deal with rappers who think they can test me Don’t matter since I’ma ace it Now I’m about to teach you the law of displacement You don’t belong here, go back to your mother’s basement. The way you rap? Your brain must be vacant And now you about to go splat on the pavement
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This diss track is on a student in my school named Easton!
Dude, you thought you can be better than me? Hah! I was better than you straight from the beginning Cause I spit like a fanatic with an automatic But just a little bit more dramatic Isn’t this fantastic? I kinda find it funny The fact that you say you’re ill with it But you’re asymptomatic Such a shock I know, I’m electrostatic And your lines, they’re erratic Make no sense, making me psychosomatic Stop with writing, become rheumatic Cause you will never become gigantic And your line stinks so much their aromatic I mean, it’s just pragmatic If you write one more line, I’ll stop being diplomatic And hurt you so bad, you’ll turn monastic Don’t know what those words mean Guess I’ll just have to dumb it down, but I’ll never stop Dropping bombs big enough to blow up Syria Now make like a refugee while I attack with a flow so good, it’s Shakespearean Otherwise, I might conquer you like it’s neighbor Phrygia The thing is, you do not give me hysteria As a matter of fact, I think you’re hilarious Since you thought you could beat me Bud, the only person who gets to beat me Is the person who can outthink me And that person hasn’t been born yet Hold up, I gotta take a rest It’s kind of difficult being the best And having to deal with rappers who think they can test me Don’t matter since I’ma ace it Now I’m about to teach you the law of displacement You don’t belong here, go back to your mother’s basement. The way you rap? Your brain must be vacant And now you about to go splat on the pavement
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