Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

Talk about losing your virginity to a shotty,
You got a thing for British battlers n wanna lose your virginity to shotty,
Big pause - cuz you're tiger towns head honcho kitten,
I'd help you improve but you probs won't listen,
Everyone on RB that used to drop those writtens,
Saw kaid-n-switched cuz he got no rhythm,
I said I'd help you, hoping that you would turn it down, but one thing I'm certain bout is I'm too short on time to re-word ya rounds, so just to put it beyond any further doubt;
I would give you a hand soar but I'd have my work cut out

i smoke bags of weed always gottem on fire yes
balls on mandelas mama- the taste she acquired best,
homie u least fresh- u edit freestyle posts
im sure u got high hopes that meth wold be my vote,
but u dont come off as easy, as grease in soap-
so I'll drown u in dishwater cus dirty plates need a soak,
this isnt what u want then what the fuck you here for?
if you come in through the front ill kick you out the rear door

I need a breather... enough of the power talk for now... sike!!!

You should be suicidal cuz you decided to mess with kaid ,
sharp objects slice you open "rectally" ,
leave your "butt" in a daze ,
General mischief are my ways ,
Pardon my abstract chemistry of the message that I say ,
but its contradictory of the shame that I feel when I aim ,
I'mma loose cannon ,
strictly blastin at ya saloon with the boom ,
Crashing your rap session like a rip in a balloon ,
what you gonna do?!? ,
Step to me or run past me ,
I don't know what your passion be ,
I fathered you in your moms bed room with your mom in agony

You though that "enough with the power talk... Sike" was a joke,
Said you need a breather, explains you takin all that pipe in ya throat,
You straight lie in ya flow, saying you fathered me got me mad mad,
Tell you what Kaid, put up a rack n I'll show you Bag dad,
But you n real dad shave each others backs with a razor,
Wax your legs and hold hands when you yank off the paper
I know soar's soft by his unmasculine nature,
If they ever said Soar's hard that's callous behaviour

Kaid you lack the finesse
What ill lacks is his best

Ill crack your bitch on her chest
Then flip the madress with her still laying to rest

In the streets im no stress
They know im a threath

Your only menace is your breath
Slick is the best

The gravest danger in flesh
Im like a ranger in Tex

Shoot anything to hell
Then i visit your cell

On your block youre known as a bell
cuz niggas hit on you trannies u can tell

My flow is so sick making you melt
Youre silicone faker than meth

Im sick in the head
Fuck a bitch so hard i stick it in bed

Sickely red
Tickling head

Tricking the feds
Then i trick on you dickheads

Then i piss on that Celph
Take a shit on Bag for bringing Mandela from dead

Let him rest bitch
Youre obsessed with the cess shit

its a mosh pit
Beef? i squash it

My Sasquatch fit
is exhausted

Kaid is a bitch
And i put that on my coffin

The bars im droppin
You can look poppins

Mary youre stoppin
Kaid get clobbered

Sonar stealin like Soar robbin
Donald dealin

Smarter with feelins
Kaid is a bitch and thats how hes feelin

Theres "mi-nute" degree's in my ways ,
You speak like your a sage ,
but I'll belittle your aim ,
cuz I'm joined at the hip with a guage ,
Slick brung his tricks in his book bag ,
and put his nose in a blender how he took crack ,
Now his brain havin epiphanies like he knew facts ,
Body "blows" to your ameture raps ,
get them "blew" back ,
I knew that your ancient flows can't hold a candle to mine ,
I brought your funds to life so you could manage a dime!!! ,
Your sisters vagina looked good to me ,
now she got a bandaged behind!!! ,
I killed my suspicion of your stupidity ,
so I sandwiched your rhymes!!! ,
My mental volts aint stagnant ,
yours damage inclined!!! ,
I'm that star fallin "into" your world ,
It'll "hamper" your mind!!!

Talkin bout hampers, I'll let bullets blow-n-whistle g,
Kaid can think he a basket case, until his wicker leaks,
Take you out in the field, then a sheet'll get laid on him,
make it seem like a picnic, it's no trouble for that K-to-ring,
You can try get out the way, duck n swerve,
I aim at Soar, point, it do more than touch a nerve,
Nuthin major, trifling matter when these bullets burst,
I'll even catch soar-baby-cuz it's just desserts

Fag Bag Mandela can't handle a bitch named Angela, he got neutered for cheating on her with a tranny called Pamela.

That was, from scheme 1 through to scheme 1, wack,
I'm not saying drop war n peace on that,
But least try pad it out pussy, what you been on rag?
Plus I only fuck with Pamela Diaz - you'll probably sleep on that,
Your style's a century old, you oughtta jack mine,
Should've known what you compose is dated you're on rag time,
It's like you're depressed n don't wanna be yourself, real rap geezer,
Why not show off, boast or - fuck it I wouldn't wanna b rag either

Bag the destiny of a million corpses is to get dug a trench ,
you are not the highest ,
so I can tell your a little bent ,
With excrement in your eye lids ,
between a contact lens ,
seeing is a little harder ock ,
You see'n insists on your ability to move on a quarter drop ,
I'd pocket your money ,
livin sunny days in miami ,
my word ,
and your drownin in your sorrows ,
the dimes fallin off your fingers like a minor!!! ,
The games been won ,
I ate you alive ,
I lick my thumbs ,
I opened up a beatin on you ,
how could you be so dumb

You said "you are not the highest", I'm agreeing with it,
I believe there's one level for all people to sit,
For everything you're good at, there's something at which you are equally shit,
Proven, cuz you suck at rappin and excel eating a dick,
What's next, another style copycattin Wu tang in ya mantra?
Tiger claws style, fuck you think you're some kind of animal Santa?
You probably tie your arm up, shootin smack in ya plasma, cuz you heard you got to go through a lot of belts before advancin to master,
You need to stop ignoring the facts,
Cuz I can tell you're lost by how you talk in ya raps,
No direction cuz it's so far you've walked from the path that you don't know which way's forward or back,
You been aimless, I could draw you a map,
But you'd see your going round in circles n think you ballin's a fact

Ill grav you by the throath and stab you with a shiv

Then blast you in the head before you know that you been hit


Slicks taking over your pitch
Takes your ball and scores with it

Youre a tweeked out loser
Your avatar speaks volumes

How you rap king-style when you dont even got kaliums

How can i diss an anonymous troll
Thats like Virbius not raping taking a stroll

How can you suck so much at this rap shit

Bars bitch better eat shit and practice

I had a thousand hits on my Soundcloud page

While you were looking for an outlet for your next rage

Calm collected thats how i connected
Now im gonna blow u out the water like fish on the bottom deck

Shotgun aimed at it
See your spine shatter

Fly bonesplinters like bonematter

You lone cat

Your phone chatters

on the roam on your own i break your prone position and shine light upon your cardboard throne and your crown machee

Light you up on the radar for the site to see

That you aint nothing to play with just waste of time to be

Bag Mandela passive like salmonella

Agressive like Orson fella

Waits for a reply so he can cut with the comeback

He has no material
He just waits for a lunch bag

Found himself a niche where he hopped on the train

back and forth on the disses now hes feeling the grain

But hes still afraid going against it

"better play it safe ill just play it gangsta"

Met Slick and got gut problems from the angst

Still hoping for redemption

For now hes out of here til he cant fight the temptation

Bag it may seem as if you wised up ,
Your raps got that Sky Tarrice feel ,
high up! ,
But enough ,
You could only hope to defeat me ,
If your Abobo on Double Dragon then I must be Billy ,
You feel me? ,
bag you are light work ,
and I'm that type of a jerk that'll type till it hurts ,
From which you go tenner like Michael ,
and turn white from a curse ,
Could you eye that or worse? ,
See'n you pass like Jackson did at mid age ,
and ride in a hurst ,
Your graspin for straws that you can't even see ,
What you take in this life will haunt you in hell ,
until you can't breathe

Slick you can't rap ,
your spit is ash ,
Rackin up a thousand hits on sound cloud means your trash ,
and the thing profound with that is I mean that ,
I'd formally adjust your attention to your losses ,
cuz against us ,
the fore mentioned killers ,
you are not awesome ,
I'm lawless ,
and your a toad stools carcass ,
If you rapped to kill bag I'd be apprehensive talkin ,
You act like you can see me and I'd say you have lost it ,
So stop it…

Soar, before I leng you off, I got to get this out the way, and congratulate slick trick on a thousand plays, wow, it's great, I can't comprehend how you go about ya day with that amount of fame,
The power, status, on a nice wage,
sponsors, fly chains, dollar signs paid,
it's just out the goodness of your heart you get absolutely bodied by kaid,
Hi Kaid, bye Kaid, both ways because your bi Kaid, how many double ended dildos for your fleshlight did you buy Kaid? you'll get flattened, I'll bring the pump like I'm tryna give your bike aid,
Violence, easy to write about but better know it's horseshit,
Only steps away from goin R Kelly on a poor kid,
I've been to the afterlife, seen hell n yes it's morbid,
So nowadays I'm moral, I don't condone anything that Soar did