Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

u have an addiction, biting my style and verse
u thought u could have ur own flow, but u just rewrote it worse
stepping to u and losing? ur the new generation prangsters
feeding n biting on Rap sites but claiming theyre original gangsters
suck at writing and never hit hard---- ur lines are either more recycled than ur moms pussy or it just hits weak
accepting the reality is a hard thing but u gotta live tru
rapping was along with pussy never meant for u....harsh...but u kno its true
nobody ever liked ur rhymes, this is a true fact
this was prolly said a lotta times but...u didnt make it to the next cuz ur too whack

im in the position, to make a decision
to take your 'verse' an make a revision
you call three lines dissing?
imma draw a line and flip this diss round
connect the 'dots' an lay this picture down
the boy wonder?
this site should have a 'wack post is denied'
so it shows before you press 'post quick reply'

i don't waste verses...nor do i make hearses
therefore overkill would make nurses jobs
worse-than killin this "One" person...

how could i bite a flow that doesn't exist
like when you punch an the blow doesn't hit
its like you swing an think i couldn't miss
but you did and i didn't even flinch
i cant even hit you back cuz theres nothing to twist
bos, likes to think he's big in this bitch
just pissed cuz a newbie served you hits
you only try an reply cuz you know my diss hurts
your second post hit 'double' as mush as your first

go to the front page and delete your account
cuz trust me...we'll be better off with one dickrider less around
this fag shows his pride by stating it on his sig
he loves having beef...swallowing the shots fired coming out your dick

Bos man, you talkin about dick-rydin'...
when you look like the "lost fan"
ya bitch-slidin down my cock wit her mouth
and her crossed-hands
not to lose the grip
me n her make a porno,...
but she said, "screw the script"
she admitted you-wuz-gay,
cuz u threw-away
the chance for her to show u how she
"used her lips"
so i abused-the-clit

Dot, we dont even know the colour of your race
so in every picture he takes, he covers his face
he's 23 but looks like he's 40
dont matter your age you'll still die before me
profile says, T's not made any friends yet
4 billion people online an you cant catch 'one' in the 'net'

all i hear is hot air from above, so i'm scared to be below,
unfortunately he left his lyrics behind when he started to grow,
i've perfected this game, pure skill, call it an art,
i'm the light, you're the dark, this hot air i'm hearing's worser than farts,
atleast that has a rhythm, whereas yours when i listen, is made of spare parts,
he scores six, while i'm the real one - eighty in this game of darts.

you think you ill cuz you spit some bars?
calling himself shootah but the UK has strict gun laws
i flip retards like a tarded re-
the only time your ill is when your at the pharmacy
a retarded dart diss? for fuck sake iv heard it before
afew posts back in fact, you just recycled it more

Names one 80 but your not stright at all.
Your useless, your like Bos's blow up doll.
Come at me bytch, try not to fucking stall.
Only battle this guys been in is Super Smash Bro's Brawl.
I'l leave you in a crawl, and this is just out of fun.
This guys a fucking hoe, but hay like mother like son.
It's done, your more of a faggot then Bos's is just confess..
Right now, you probly suck his dick under his computer desk.

ok, lets pretend, whatshisface, could go for the win
and his flow was dope an punches actually hit anything
he read a verse an tactfully flipped everything
his lines connected and disses were factually relevant
but no, oh no he didn't i don't know how he did it
but again he missed it, coming at me with weak shit
accept defeat bitch, or write something decent
your first verse was shit, the next four continued the trend
maybe you'll come back with something better when
you shut the fuck up and start listening
but until then, i dont see it no different
you post a spit, then i fuck you up again!

gayweight, one eighty, thinks himself the young shady,
flow like the traffic when it snows on a payday,
didn't like my darts reference? that's evident,
but it was relevant,less forced than your rhymes which came across like sediment
i'm sitting in my element, girls getting sticky,
my words are double what yours are; they're the three sixty,
you couldn't fuck up shit, although it's probably your hobby,
any of this getting through? come in one-eighty, copy?

Wait, what the fuck is this, all I see is bitches
Is there something I missed, or am I supposed to get vicious
And eat these little kids like it'll earn me some riches
But, I have to admit, little dumbshits are delicious
Sprinkle some shame, taste it before you finish it
Let me spit this shit to myself for a minute
Oh shit, did you hear that?! -- you kids probably fear it
If I were you little munchkins, I wouldn't even come near it
Shark-tooth, the truth is you aren't like the rest of these fools
But, you seem to have a pussy, so you're clearly a bitch, too
But, one-80, maybe you need a different name, B
it's too easy to mock, now go on ahead and turn around -- see?
Grab your knees, no, try your ankles, here comes your uncle's wanka
And if you try to squirm, he'll be sure to spank ya
T.dot, just stop, you're just not, anything hot
Your rhymes are poor, I just ignore, I simply hope your fingers rot
Bos, you must be lost, the lady's room is that way
Not to say you sound gay, but there's clearly bitch in what you say
Maybe your voice needs some bass or maybe you just need a lay
But get off my nutsack before I slap you to next Wednesday
And in last place, as always, is my boy WhatsHisFace
I didn't forget you, but I hope you thought it just in case
All I can say is I hope you're in school if you want to paper chase
Because no one will pay to hear you simply spit in hip hop's face

what the fuck was that? you practising writing a bible?
as long as you put me in the title, i guarantee your survival,
cause i am vital, the rest of you are just an addition,
and if you don't, youre on my hitlist, i pray to someone you listen,
- i'm the head of this religion, you're the opposite, scarred,
just Eko my bars with the weakness of a rat that's been deserted on mars,
and left for days, weeks, months, almost years to starve,
whereas me? i've gone in hard, ate rappers like you for a snack with a million carbs,
and your next, i'll blend your pecks, mix it with the blood in your legs,
take a picture, and send it to your girl, friends and family in a text,
so as just a warning, be careful if you're gonna post next,
i'll concentrate on turning you too into emotional wrecks,
anyway i've never been a monosyllabic rhymer, that's true,
go above and beyond in comparison to you..
you just got trod on like a shoe, and there ain't shit you can do.

You need to review your lines and redo that shit,
when I see your bars it's like ~ItHurtz, deja vu with this kid.
talkin' bout hitlist? more like a to do list, and maybe one for shopping,
battle me? shit your better off dodging, it be a KO cuz i'ma champ of boxing.
You kno what'll happen if i see you ungaruded, nigga you'll get dotted,
no lie, or we can text, either way "y'aint want it"

whats with all the similies an shit bout it hurtz you
its pissin me off so much i might merk you
burn your text light pussy like a candle
graffiti all over man's house like a vandal
no textcee your first win was just a typo
lyrics bit and injected in your brain like a hypo
your lyrics shit strong suggestion leave the cypher
bitch follow my lead like i was the fuckin pied piper

I'm tired of readin' your lame raps, why don't you just go lay back
And let the real rappers spit while you eat a snack
I know my intricate lines pain your tiny mind
Causing your brain's creases to fold over into tiny lines
Aw, don't start cryin', at least you're here tryin'
Just kidding, quite while you're way way behind, friend
Shit, why the fuck did I just call you that?
I wouldn't be your friend if you had cheese and we were both rats
Nevermind, I digress, I'm getting off subject
When it comes to rappers you should be in a different genre subset
Called "Young Strykes Bullshit- You should never listen!"
I'm done with you kid, go ahead and start bitchin'

I'ma show you... how brittle. How little. Show you a mirror. You display muscles measurable to a gritter. Show you how to eat like some real life killers. Death's a cometh my words a grand golden summit swing the ax across your girl's beautiful soft stomach then cum on it. That's three Strykez send you to your maker and bring you back to describe the color of the light. What I write comes from a place where it's ill type. Your raps are like a posse full of dykes they just ain't my type. You scrap where Pittbulls fight you must think you hostile I walk the grounds wolves hunt in the wild. I'll make you walk 8 miles and cook more beef than Julia Child clean up on aisle five show you how die detectives find a little child around the age of about four or five too afraid to cry blooding dripping down from a man hung on the ceiling out to dry

yo s-tupid s-hit head, how the fuck are you?
is your brain malfunctioned? D-2 R-2?
..see im a sharp dude, your just shark food
I spark the.parts that.starts lyrics from the hearts
YOU RETARDS!
Dont fuck with me I got H.I.V
But im in yo girl Hittin Intense Velo-ci-ty
And I swear to god
no bull shit better be under me
So if you swear your hot
I'll still be the shit.somebody plunger me
under thee.wonder Pee where Jay lay so comftably.
your my son ta be cuz im a mother fuckin father see.
And your moms help step dad spread fatherd seeds
I mean he fatherd three..times 110291 probly
i fuck ya sista, cuzin, brother's girlfriend, n all of the auntys
make they pussy raunchy..smell it out of the cauntry
over seas middle east back to californias Palm.Trees....Bitch

You can cut the tension
basically he ain't saying shit in each of his sentences
chop off his arms before he goes off about firing modern weapons
let me retire you off ....go off and collect that pension
better yet copy these rhymes consider it a extension
you ain't a home owner yet? Let me introduce you to Satan
I want the homage on time every month if you wanna begin renting
I'm betting he never encounter a human trapped inside of a monster
You should sit here admire and ponder
how the fuck did he flop a straight this ain't Rounders
Now I'm fighting loan sharks from tearing you apart
Yeah I work for a newspaper writing for me is an art
but when danger starts you hear Lois asking "where's Clark?"
he talking about parts that make your heart spark?
it's just an electrical impulse.... guess dumb as fuck is the new smart?

alright you got me..Im a lil sleep deprived
surprised that you arrived so quick
(thats what she said about So.Small dick)
the lyrics i spit will make you drown in green & brown shit
that look like your girl that you've been walkin around wit
boy you can cough your lungs out but you still wouldnt sound sick
theres no point in battlin you, this is a round tip
cuz monkey see monkey do you spit what im found ta spit
it dont make sense, your painted gold bars are coun-ta-fit
foo gazi so they must be willy wonkas choc-a-lit
so keep chasin them dreams charlie and spend ya last nickle
and if you add 2 more cents I'll throw in a sickle
so you can hide and commit suicide as i giggle
the tide i ride is so alive tsunami flow aint nothin short of little

the blackest of magic, graphic schematics
leave ya hacked up with hatchets on matress fabrics
bash ya cap witta ratchet, bagged in the attic
'for i splash gas, 'n torch the establishment
stick a fork in ya abdomen, laugh again
at the sound it makes, stabbing in
stage an accident, masses of faulty wires
that blazed 'n collapsed ya shit,
call me sire, the king of satanic spits
damage kids, manufacturing madness is
my duty, im truly glad at this
i love seein fluids from cabbage drip

You a counterfeit priest, i'll snatch your soul and take it to Lucifer's midst
And squeeze life outta your disciples and use their blood for my ink
Cause i make even the most composed shiver and wither
Im a death-eater, i'll stab your liver with the arrows from your quiver
I'll burn down your whole fortress, cause im the monster with no conscience
Drag your mom to the forest, rape her to death and rip out her eye socket!

You a counterfeit priest, i'll snatch your soul and take it to Lucifer's midst
And squeeze life outta your disciples and use their blood for my ink
Cause i make even the most composed shiver and wither
Im a death-eater, i'll stab your liver with the arrows from your quiver
I'll burn down your whole fortress, cause im the monster with no conscience
Drag your mom to the forest, rape her to death and rip out her eye socket!

wassup Mackz? I already beat you and Archer is next okay,
My keystles could rip what takes you all day!
i'm ruinin' u cat's records with my wordplay,
and jaypea you can get it too you gay fuckin' lame.

This nursery rhymer couldn't even spell fornicate
Fronting like you great but we all know you fake
Give rap a break and find something else to do
Like washing the loo of your neighbourhood zoo
Cause none of your text drops can really measure up to mine
My lines stand straight but yours' curved like a dinosaur's spine

lol I thought I might of been spelling it wrong,

Rayge, your played. my drops can measure but I beat you 5-zip
I don't think you understand the point of this thread, your suppose to rip,
but you cant cuz your big forheaded ass dont make sense,
can't fuck wit a kansas city nigga dats bout his green like Trent

I thrive on destruction,
Mushroom clouds, I think they're pretty...
Mother Fuck the bitch above me,
... And Mother Fuck your city...
With a flow off the 'fro... A 'drop' off the ledge...
And a style so nuts it gets stuck to my leg...
No mercy for this hater cuz mercy's for the weak...
If its 'Malcolm' or his album then 'Malcolms' gonna leak...
And if what you claim is true, you're 'Malcolm' to this 'Text'...
I'll rip this cat to shreds and pledge that 'Martin Boothers' next...

Look like Thump the Chump is next for lunch
I'll just pop in, take a munch, throw a punch
I'm just too much, too hot to touch
Just wear your gloves and mask and such
You might outlast the blast, but don't bank
You just might end up a blast from the past
One more fighter left with his ship sank
But, that's alright, your spits stank
Saving you from embarrassment, you have me to thank

that was quite laughable, damnitt you need ridicule/
otherwise pitiful is all that ya ass'll do/
its obvious your a faggot and highly confused single dude/
whos idea of third base, is letting your boo finger you/
you pretend to spit sleek, but friend your shits weak/
your brainpower and wits weak, simple as Ren & Stimpy...

fuck toobs, he aint a reason for lettin the shotty pop
cant block a karate chop, drop hot as wusabi sauce
you hot? hmm prolly not, ima cock when the heat is held
ima make ya look stupid like drive-bys wearin seatbelts
you apparently need help, cuz ya pains run a lot deeper
they sayin that life's a bitch,'n homie, you gots niether

going in hard, 8 bars, another mc dead before 26,
you're a one trick pony, but i got a field full of 'em eating out my hand, pricks,
you're saying his problems are deeper, i kind of believe ya,
but yours are soon to be worse, when i enter your head dressed as the grim reaper,
and tie you to a chair, fair play to me as i blare out justin beiber,
you'd better start taking notes to improve on your lyrics cause i'm a born leader,
can't see you ever making it big, infact more unknown than the top gear's stig,
like the wizard of oz's tin man, your lyrics run out of steam too quick.

Is your mouth an asshole, cause all i here is bullshit,
Come up in your house and empty you with a full clip,
Or go O.J. and do it execution style,
And watch the bloodshed for miles and miles,
Or just do it like chris brown,
And leave your face lookin funny like a clown.

Face it bitch! Your weak lyrics' aint up to par
Matter fact you're a madam so dont think you a sir
Are u fucking blind, Cant u see im better than u by far?
Shit! How you gon compare a jet fighter with a taxi car?
Go back to class son and learn the basics
But fuck it! After doing that, you'll still suck like little babies

You ain't no mack go sip your zimus/zimas
Prolly gayer than a male ballerina
Bitch I'll fuck your pregnant mother
Then nut on your unborn step brother
You smell what I'm cookin, it's the Rock
Get hit with a rock, watch your dome rock
I’m a beast like Arnold, the barbarian
Go with the white and go pail like Aryans
See you can touch me like you a amputee
It's acrotomophilia when I hand you these

That shit was lame, No ones feeling Kid...
Any good punches was missing like Gilligan...
Couldnt even spit lead, if ya mouth was a Pistol...
The only thing you're mac-ing is your lil Sista...
Pay'em to stop, Now Mac's getting Paid...
You not sick your flow is dieing from Aids...

if this page is a showcase of any 'up and coming' talent,
it's pretty apparent there's only one emcee with shit that you haven't,
- and that's i, i mean for example, felix, you're aiming too high,
my first reaction after reading your verse was to sigh,
that was hardly "spitting", more like "dribbling a cry",
whereas i try - to mould - every verse differently,
care and attention into them, whilst you're killing the -
art of rapping, if you're not dead from aids, it's from choking,
can't come back with querky comments? ofcouse you can't, why am i even hoping?
the only '...gift...' around you is your ongoing presence,
which is soon to be eliminated, when you get hunted like pheasants.

you're a little school kid, face it, u got no rap knowledge
i'll show u who is shooting who when i pay a visit to ur college
u say ur the only emcee here who got real shit
no suprise really, my nose needed new nostrils after i read ur spit
'dissing the bitch above you', u make none true
cuz ur dissing nobody and the only bitch here is you
just stop doing this, clearly, u got nothing to bring
you'll never reach a high level, cuz ur falling for anything

Speaking of some knowledge you gonna look like an idiot.
When you shoot a fucker in college someones gonna see it.
Then your ass gets put behind bars with no freedoms.
If you gonna live outside the law sense is what you needing.
Cause i were to murder you id come straight to where you living.
Come find you in your room while you sleeping this is the pivot.
Chloroform you then to the trunk tied up is your new prison.
Your life has come to its end now your ass is in heaven.

His ass is in heaven? You bein too damn nice,
See, you're supposed to rip the bitch above you, not pray he lived a righteous life,
Sounds to me like this Organ needs to stick to playing in church,
Cuz when it comes to dissing people, your prayers just aren't appearing to work,
And the only thing Vital in this thread is the advice I'm about to give you,
Whenever you're about to post a written, make sure you look at the preview,
Read it over a few times, make sure you like it a lot, do one more quick read through,
Then highlight the whole thing, go to the top left corner, and click 'undo'