Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

@Enbombs

Pussy, I run these cyphers, fuck your claims
Once a while is just a lame
Think he's superior for vocab? That's fucking LAME
Look... When it comes to content I'm uncontained
You punks should be ashamed all your punches wave
Better off sticking y'alls arms out to shake a hand
& Getting y'alls wrists cut off if it's to a real man
You lil boys get killed fast
Next up? that bitch ass Pav...
I know your weak for sure now,
You beat Once and bragged
Tryna feel you're something bad
You and enbombs with your short Disses, scared of the 1-2 punch
The cypher where I'll stomp you chumps again, if y'all like to post nothing much
Come in here tryn' look real tough with weak jabs, y'all pushed your luck
Thinking just becuz we straight up flow, y'all can look good for once
Not the faggot Once, the chances; once... Had to clear that one up
Cuz he already thinks he's some'body'... & I hate when cadavers front

You guys remind of a bunch of babies, that haven't been suckled lately
I would feed you closed bottles of Gerber, then make you eat your own shit in a burger,
Pavonia^^ and my Katana will be the perfect merger, once my blade emerges i would play the surgeon
to pierce holes in virgins, these nerds lurking but if I see them i would roof the drink they slurping,
Leaving clowns dumbfounded and uncertain,
Closed curtains for certain to birds who are chirping.

@Not N Nice
My vocab superior? Nah, it's just that you lyrically throw jabs below abs which makes your old ass inferior
You should go blow Pav and steer-clear-of-your fear Once it appears, yo fag I hear-you-were
running something...the cypher? a faucet? your hobbit-ass into a closet
the second i lost it and wrote some hot shit that destroyed your nonsense?
He's like "Nonsense!" not as a remark but because his brain's got slow responses
he's gotta repeat shit just to hold the concepts; his dome is home to the globe's oldest contents
He probably knows where Noah's Arc is, which means he knows my flow's history though
This bitch will be choked when I send his whole verse to be hickory smoked
You wanna beef jerk? I'll strip him and show that he's a contradictory bloke rockin' a victory cloak
He doesn't have one ill punchline, and yet somehow I'm sick of this joke,
eating junk food and shit, literally, he's pitiable, i'll constrict his neck with a licorice rope
My imagery's dope which is why this addict is stepping to me with his tippity-toes
I'll leave his lips like when they're stricken with blows - lickety-split - he provoked
me, like an April fool's trickster triggering Loki, no diggity,
quick-a-ly in liquor he's soaked, I'll leave you blistery hoe
cuz this prick has awoken the force of sixty hadoukens from Mr. Ryu's open-fisted mystery stokes
I hope Mephisto's assisting this broke, rickety oaf who's gotta live with his folks, he's at his comp drinking his coke
reading this while holding the festering dick that he strokes whispering gross shit to his own sis that he pokes
with two fingers, cuz his two incher is too small and too injured to yolk into her throat;
Not thinks that he's noteworthy like he dropped Ether, when in truth I could put my iron fist through him
he's like, "Name a rapper to which I ain't congruent!"
I gave him chapters, but Nice couldn't take advice nor the huge hint:
he's a giant hopeless lame who said my name now he's ruined
check it,
(Don) fuck what you wrote it's meager,
(and) beating me here is no-use...
(Not) and @Donshotta 's bars are messy,
(Lose) the style y'all got, it's petty.
Y'all been tucked more than twice in bed with tombstones to top it
Y'all shoulda ran out the moment I was gone, too late to stop it
Now I'm pissed off, these kid's bodies sit on their graves
Talk about being left behind, their asses aren't saved
Y'all some possum-playing, penny-stacking, death-denying fakes
With your hands out for my money like, "how much can we take?"
You should sniff bee-pollen, I heard that them lines were cheap
then just play with bees, sing acapella, let them on your teeth
They start pricking up these cokeheads, slowly building up their anger
to explode, go off the handle, send a whole verse
so I can strangle these two homos with a banger which
would just sound stupid
if these graveyard pests were really dead, cuz then how would I do this?
First Pavonia ran, then he left these nerds who claim that they're better than him,
you kids fuckin' wish! Sometimes I question why these fake veterans live...

Look who's back
Returned like he still wouldn't be judged as wack
Must have no purpose in life
What else is the reason for ALL that?
You just wrote an essay
Since it's weak, it's a rough draft
If I had a sister
She'd slap for tryna rap
This a simple approach, but, your lyrics are jokes
Sick? Here's a dose of medicinal chokes
Maybe? Of you stopped breathing
You'd forget how to post
Listen up close
You see how don shotta didn't diss me, bastard
You should follow suit
And only mention who's victim standards, but wait
Pavonia killed you brutally, you didn't get one vote
You damn sure wouldn't win against me
Guess these cyphers your only hope
Hide behind aliases cuz your not dope
Your mom's on drugs your dad drops soap
Although he's gone, his genes live on thru his son
Your very submissive to who you feel is tougher
That's the start of having men as lovers
Don't lie, you used Nas's flow
To make your bullshit feel more stronger
That's the part that stuck out the most
The other lines I just skimmed thru
They say Once a bitch, always a bitch?
Now I know for sure that it's true

You already know that when you refer to me verbally
it should be done 3 times in front of a mirror before saying "murder me"
if done in text do me a favor, burrow really deep in the Earth for me
and curl in a wee ball so the world don't see how you gave up and gave your girl to me,
clown...you didn't skim my rap, you actually red it thoroughly
worrying, getting up extra early, at about 5:30, I see,
drinking your foldgers coffee getting all squirrely
Trying to get hyped cuz my verse assuredly fucked with you neurally
I found my purpose, you search for yours in my bars
you search for your true self, screaming towards the stars
they reply like, "mothafucka we don't know who you are"
nobody knows who you are, when I diss you I only throw approximate guesses
old ass don't even know Where you are, you lost your direction
and you don't even ask for directions, you ask obnoxious-ass questions,
Yea you're not sick; all of that WAS Nas by selection;
and Yea I am back
Not N Nice, I dodge the wack
like your signature .gif ... and you don't know awesome my left is
bitches talk shit and get hit, that's the topic and message
You bring up Pavonia cuz you're weak and deep in your coffin boy-o
I made a comeback harder than you can ever do, even when walking the yo-yo
You're a toy yo, if you were wondering. And now I'm onto you
it took a weak Nas remix for you to make something worth responding too?
You're still small fish, the type that dwarves or midgeots fondle dude,
I'm left wondering where you and some real skill are gonna rendezvous
And back to Pav, I heard he called you out in the last response on the last bar of the last page, Nice.
Couldn't get at him in Front Lines, what you had stage freight?
Oh, you had work that day, right?
That rhetorical Q&A needs to stop cuz it's played Nice, I played nice, you got fried by Once more than twice
So you're getting two options bro, either A. Fight; or B. Take flight.

I'm glad you're back
I was tryna tell them fools what's considered slack
You show the best example once you rap
Once, you wack
Judge the facts before your fictional approach
Reaching for jokes? Just touch yourself
'less your a tyrannosaurus Rex, you shouldn't need help
Your contents stealth, that's if they actually exist
I could tell that you love to type
But never text any chicks
Being a man is not a habit, but it's habitual
I do it so natural
You try and don't have a clue... Backs to loose?
Stand up for something without a stoop
You flavored toothpaste using mufucka
Following fads in a group
This back & forths recreational... how do you feel about it?
You the type to be lonely where's it's crowded
Phony's not stylish
Need no explanation, your childish, ignored, & boring
If the shoe fits, you'd hope they're Jordan's
You seek supporters
Always wanted to be the cool kid in school
You weren't the lamest
Let's say you were mid-tier cuz trying too hard made you hated
And I do know who 'you' are... Go ask ya mana
But she prob'ly won't tell ya
You'll smell me on her breath, she swallows

I'll scramble your face with more combinations than safes-
then stuff you inside it - beside all the bitches we raped,

so talk thuggish- your whole gang of roaches is buggin,
get ur buck shot- I heard you tryna let a few slugs in,

he don't need drugs, he been mean muggin with down syndrome,
baggy pants plus the oversized t's... it's clown syndrome

ur rap is mocked by the site cus they really don't like yours,
neither do you- I could tell by the way you edit your cyphers,

@Black Hornet

Your bars are severely wack and it's apparent you were raised without punishment,
So if he's talking shit, I'm gonna have to act parent and blatantly punish him,
Punching him, with jabs that all connect,
I'll step in and fuck his mother so I'm the dad that he's never had, calling collect,
You better check yaself, before you wreck yaself, I'll have you frozen,
I'll compress you into a cube and serve you as ice, I'm like Sub Zero I've been chosen,
If you reply back to battle me you'd have made a bad decision like the Seahawks at the Superbowl.. throwing..

Both of you? Wack
I hate when mufuckas calling me thug
All Becuz y'all soft as a scrub
And tryna look good
How about dissing with some facts?
It's not hard, y'all just dumb
Shit, I can tell A LOT about you
By the bars that you've brung
I'm not a nice guy
But, I don't start shit, I end it
Sometimes not worth the time
Cuz y'all still gon' behave like women
Mixed with a manly image that's y'alls gimmick
Step to me and fight
I'd box Deebo without a brick
While you pussies worried bout size
Bitch, go get your gun
They didn't stop making em when they made yours
And mines are better ones
Crews? I've won fights when jumped before
Who you scaring man?
Y'all can't even stand up with no clan
I know women with more backbone than you
Take care of yo fam
Hornet's the type to have kids
Needing welfare checks to live
Judging shit by what's commendable
To other fools ego whims
Rhetoric is less than shit
Truly, your name tells it all
You follow the Superbowl?
But not a stand up guys protocol
Y'all all bout rhyming & carrying on
Playing video games
What the fuck are y'all talking bout?
All that fiction is lame
Called you less than shit
Cuz even manure is a fertilizer
And once a while is y'alls deadbeat dad
The worst in the cypher... Step up

you can rant and rave it aint gonna change the facts,
that your ass is lame, played out plain and whack-

you could aim attacks i don't need to flame you back,
whatever you spray backfires and stains you black....

disgusted at ur nursery flows n foul structure,
if ur styles sweet i'll let all the other kids devour you sucker,

go running your mouth- threats be causing me doubt,
cus how you gonna reach me?
when you aint getting up offa your couch?

you aint a go getter- you a fuckin home wrecker,
tryna force ur writing but youre sweaters aint got no letters,

I could smoke this fagget bar-b-q and roast this steakette,
burn him on the spot and then marmalade and toast this fagget,

@Not N Nice

You peeped my name right?
Your lyrical flow is aimed right?
At me, no attacks - he,
When I run up on you, you'll look the contestants on Cash Taxi,
I'm attack fastly,
I expand vastly,
You said my name means I suck, that's hilarious
My name is literally an English team, you aren't airin' this,
I'm engraved in this,
Digging your grave in this,
I'll dismember your body Notn (nothing) Nice, have you floating in space and shit.
That's it, you aren't worth my raps,
If you want to continue battle me and get body bagged.

@ Black Hornet
I hope you weren't talking about me when you aimed your aggression,
You want to talk gun bars, I can match with the weapons,
I'll go grab my Smith & Wesson, like from the Westerns,
and leave him drenched in the dressing,
dress your body up while you're still doin confessions,
last thing you're gonna hear is the white bag zip,
And when you're laying quietly in that cloth casket your life'll flash back quick,
Buzz buzz, like a bee, we can see Black wasn't shit.

Backfire? You a damn liar, I'll stop your role like flat tires
All I know's your a bad rhymer with awful flows that's minor
When it comes to content, you a bunch of nonsense
Tryna structure bars but your punches all miss
You make up things and wonder why they don't hit
Don't play with me... You will not win
Speaking of not winning?
Rhetoric, you're the second sissy to call me out like you're kidding
What type of dude challenges another dude by tempting?
You fishing, but I'm a shark, handle your business
You ever try to bitch slap me? You Speaking of "Not" winning
You don't get that like pussy, quit rap you dummy, your lack is funny
Only connection you'd have with guns is its bullets that leave you bloody
'it's literally an English team? Shut up, you sound like a girl
You wanna explain that? Then explain this... You balled up like curls
In a fetal position, weak in submission, beat 'til your livid
But can do nothing 'bout it... Death becomes you... Need a minute? What's up

Not got sonned so badly that he's become part of the fam'ly
you're harmless you'll hand me
your keyboard and learn to master the art of the stampede,
run away child...its evident that you start shit you can't eat
unless it's partially candy'd
cuz you known to desert...but you've had enough food on your plate just sparring with Pav, me,
and Enbombz who ain't respond to your wack piece of shit bars cuz he's out of your damn league
little man, your whole act of being hard is just hammy
anything you kick gets disregarded and discarded in trash heaps
Then you run from the garbage to this forum, you can't be tardy for class, see
I'm a studious teacher schooling you in this cypher, you're just too stupid to see it
All your personal shots placebo, my shots are toxic chemo, I ain't leaving til this RB tumor is treated
You'd box with Deebo? Nah you just got a talk-shit ego, you should pick up Hui Neng's Sutra and read it
meditate on your wackness, demonstrate that you've practiced, then concede kid, you've been defeated

What the fuck was that besides a bunch of crap
Once... You wack is just the facts
From an underground rapper to buried underground once you rap
Told you your mind tricks are weak, nothing latched
How you gonna connect with false disrespect
Sensei's who chop bricks should chop your neck
You a pest
Got the swatter since you think you fly
Thanks for the compliment, small fry
I've never portrayed tough
I just exude a stand up guy
You wouldn't know a thing about it
Fuck your welfare & public housing
You fend for yourself? I doubt it
... police care nothing 'bout ya
You the type to tell somebody to do what's 'right'
Lead a failure-bound foolish life
Get beat up on just cuz your white or the Sucka type
I'm the dude living "fuck the hype"
You threaten my loved ones, don't you try
If it get physical, you gonna die
As long as gods aren't wondering why
What? You all clicked up?
Finna get your dick sucked by a thick slut?
log on & post your diss up like it meant much
Go to work & check for replies during 30 minute lunch? You timid chump
You aren't disrespecting me
Your rants that miss impresses me
All Becuz you fail to see in what you wanna be
Only reason I'm here? I won't tell ya Becuz you sweet
Only reason you here? You a failure, plus your sweet
I'm inspiration

@Not N Nice

You ain't inspiration, your face is covered in perspiration,
graspin at your throat while you chokin, brother that's desperation,
you're a god damn exasperation,
when people say you're okay they're exaggerating,
Got the best of Nas, JayZ, Pac, Biggie, i'm the ultimate conglomeration,
You got Ice JJ Fish and Krispy Kreme type bars, this is total domination

If you act up, keep ya mac tucked cuz if you're talking shit you could get smacked up,
we packed up in that mac truck, you gassed up, you can't blast us, you a fat chump,
typing shit at your keyboard like you hack stuff,
you could get your food ate like bullies stealing your packed lunch,