Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

Your verse was shit! Bruh...you aint worth my time...
Cuz you wrote a whole fuckin verse that somehow didnt rhyme!
You fuckin lyin sayin your barz have strength but you'll say they do..
Homie its DISS THE BITCH ABOVE, which again you fuckin failed to do!
Where's the proof? Your verse is played which could never be saved...
Cuz after reading your verse every rapper dead is rolling over in their grave!
Call me out to battle if ya wanna get ko'ed again, crush your barz that be miniature...
Cuz you just got KNOCKED DA FUCK OUT...like the receiving punch in ya signature!!


Blaaaaat!!!

i don't see talent, not n nice can't even catch a rhyme,
now pav thinkin he killin it, one syllable rhyme scheme at a time,
Ya outta line, im kotd shit, known to make a sick diss,
puttin a spin on an old punch that'll make this kid twist,

Pav will get burned in our battle,
murdered like cattle when aliens travel to Earth then skedaddle,
Not will have his turn if he tattles,
James L? He's barely learnin' to paddle
up my Niagra flow that'll hurl and addle
anyone near enough the surge of the cataract to get hurt and then rattled
both ya bars crippled as fuck, Not and Pav; and James L lame as well
bunch of cottage havin' gay elves that get body bagged with the same shell
and I don't mean a shotty, magnum, or any automatic stainless steel,
I'll mario kart that ass, bombard that ass with a koopa shell, pray-tell us your stay in hell
I'll revive you 3 cuz y'all weren't made to kill...
you're too inept to do it, you dudes are extra stupid
but I'll build a case on you and have my students steppin to it
they'll put a spell on your remains, a curse if anything,
but the preferred words are "bird-shit fledglings"
I'll take all three of you on, and then take you all under my wings
y'all some dumb tits flappin' your lips, that shit won't fly with me like you were dappin' the feds
I'm the Cap of this ship, so high in rank I could crap on your heads while you nap in your nest
slap on a vest if you think your bullet proof, you'll be goin poof when I'm clappin' the lead-
-I'll applaud you with one hand, one tap on your chest- even with no punches my rap is the best
out of the three of you bastards, I'm not some whack egotistical clown
and NotNice, you lackin' the testicles to pound, when you punch I react with tickled sounds
not cuz your punch landed and was funny, but because it was laughable dummy
you're a daffodil dummy, you ain't half as ill dummy this wannabe gangster gets his mass appeal from me
you're soft and ain't ready for war, you're like gumby planting his ass in the back of a humvee
I'll stop ya motions with a claymore mine, despite that you already got deader raps than a mummy

I could end Bombz with a good one-liner
under his shoe that'll set his foot on fire,
step to this, I'll have soot all flyin' after you're cooked alive
and I'll be took by surprise
if any of you rap rookies survive,
you'll get a push from be-hind
into a shooken beehive, I shouldn't be kind
with this crooked mind that you couldn't define
this bitch on some king of the dot shit?
You're not sick, you're gassed up like Auschwitz
having Zyklon B cough fits...
choking when the mics on, please stop it-
Look man I didn't make the jewish cadavers
and murder ain't a humorous matter
its the hubris of rappers
I'm just using this as a rude diss to a rather
stupid bastard who thinks his last verse
moved Not and Pav, when it was actually the hugest disaster
since God and his staff blew up the challenger
which is what'll happen to bombz too with 3 other dudes as the passangers...

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Onceawhile

Pav will get burned in our battle,
murdered like cattle when aliens travel to Earth then skedaddle,
Not will have his turn if he tattles,
James L? He's barely learnin' to paddle
up my Niagra flow that'll hurl and addle
anyone near enough the surge of the cataract to get hurt and then rattled
both ya bars crippled as fuck, Not and Pav; and James L lame as well
bunch of cottage havin' gay elves that get body bagged with the same shell
and I don't mean a shotty, magnum, or any automatic stainless steel,
I'll mario kart that ass, bombard that ass with a koopa shell, pray-tell us your stay in hell
I'll revive you 3 cuz y'all weren't made to kill...
you're too inept to do it, you dudes are extra stupid
but I'll build a case on you and have my students steppin to it
they'll put a spell on your remains, a curse if anything,
but the preferred words are "bird-shit fledglings"
I'll take all three of you on, and then take you all under my wings
y'all some dumb tits flappin' your lips, that shit won't fly with me like you were dappin' the feds
I'm the Cap of this ship, so high in rank I could crap on your heads while you nap in your nest
slap on a vest if you think your bullet proof, you'll be goin poof when I'm clappin' the lead-
-I'll applaud you with one hand, one tap on your chest- even with no punches my rap is the best
out of the three of you bastards, I'm not some whack egotistical clown
and NotNice, you lackin' the testicles to pound, when you punch I react with tickled sounds
not cuz your punch landed and was funny, but because it was laughable dummy
you're a daffodil dummy, you ain't half as ill dummy this wannabe gangster gets his mass appeal from me
you're soft and ain't ready for war, you're like gumby planting his ass in the back of a humvee
I'll stop ya motions with a claymore mine, despite that you already got deader raps than a mummy

I could end Bombz with a good one-liner
under his shoe that'll set his foot on fire,
step to this, I'll have soot all flyin' after you're cooked alive
and I'll be took by surprise
if any of you rap rookies survive,
you'll get a push from be-hind
into a shooken beehive, I shouldn't be kind
with this crooked mind that you couldn't define
this bitch on some king of the dot shit?
You're not sick, you're gassed up like Auschwitz
having Zyklon B cough fits...
choking when the mics on, please stop it-
Look man I didn't make the jewish cadavers
and murder ain't a humorous matter
its the hubris of rappers
I'm just using this as a rude diss to a rather
stupid bastard who thinks his last verse
moved Not and Pav, when it was actually the hugest disaster
since God and his staff blew up the challenger
which is what'll happen to bombz too with 3 other dudes as the passangers...

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This whole verse read like....blah...blah....blah....blah....

One bar ya deaded....

Onceawhile never besting me? Lets just think....
Not sure still dipshit, well i guess just press the link!!
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/show...04#post8692104

KO bitch!

This Pav bitch...on some predictable wack shit
you earned bragging rights but kid you still lack wits
while I'm getting in practice you'll be sittin' relaxin'
then I'll personally have you missin' in action
the mission is that simple - it's not even a mission
i'll appear in this thread, mods'll give me a nod, leavin me with him
I won't smash you at first, I'll improve your bodily condition
cuz I don't wanna beat up bitches who are weak, so they ought to be auditioned
put up ya dukes, that last battle wasn't luck or fluke
if defeating the best denies logic then i'mma fuckin kook who'll have this sucka nuked

@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,

Sitting in the ghetto thinking 'bout
A she-demons mouth has your penis out
Connected, undressed in your decent house
Bitch so cute she made me scheme & shout
Knew she'd make it easier for me to work
I told her, just be a flirt, & I payed her fee first
Wanna sting you screaming & hurt
Like kids seeing a needle & nurse
Cuz I think your the worst, weak since your birth
I keep it Nerf, your a pig-skinned rat-mouthed pussy
Two-shoes goody, flashing large amounts of money
Your only protection is being lucky
Deep with my plots, type of heist each thieve has a watch
But, you'd be the one clocked, cooperative or not
If locked...
Kick in your door while you becoming friends with the whore
She's secure & you're frantic! you'd think she did it before
Pretty-faced lure, fishing for war, brute versus passive
I mean, I'm winning for sure, your not about that action

You keep repeating yourself like a father who can't handle his wild child
you're best skill is your jelly donut guile, why, oh why
must you have your domicile riled?
You won't even look at me with your stupid Private Pyle smile,
you're the guy who the platoon reviles and tries to exile, die al-
lone is what you'll do with your mind full of suicidal trials,
his thoughts like "when and where will I shoot my piehole with my rifle" rival
his thoughts about Onceawhile, his primal idol,
Not's brain is soon to fly all over the bathroom tiles, I'll
discipline you and any other juvenile,
have you doin' miles single-file style til you puke up bile
You a grown man, you can do what you like to,
so what the fuck have you done with your life, dude,
That you want to lose it tonight to a "pseudointellectual" guy who's
reprisals traumatize you, I guess it's a smart way to die you've
proved
to be Not very wise, because as usual it's a Nice move
I'm sure any compliment would excite you
You don't get them often, but you've shown you like the hype bitch,
I'll decipher your diss cyphers
when i switch from sick sci-fi to decisive spit, try this,
you're the type to siphon piss out of a dick and end up witta lip virus
All your "facts" are based on your own life which fits right in
the toilet's pipes along with some shit wipings; so, what your doing is just another form of bitch-griping
I'd say quit whining, but that means you'd have to quit writing, which you can't do without fist fightin'
because it's with Once that your hands choose to side with when they begin typing
I spit Tigress, Euphrates raps might just strip you of your hood stripes when I give sight to the blinded
and reveal your little mid-life crisis, you think it's silent, quiet, but your verse shows that it's quite a riot
You're life's a bitch, and not the type with frilly garments, you're trying to rebuild-it-on-a-diss
you jumped the gun with me, now you're getting pistol whipped into incompetence,
Not an Inspiration? Still it contradicts logic its a skilled, dishonest skit
it's a sad attempt to recoup your lack of brilliant arguments
though I doubt your achilles heel is politics, your true weakness is your philosophic wit
cuz your life simply does not exist, you should go get one; it would thrill neurologists
if your retarded spit suddenly had some actual thought in it
You claim I'm wack ad nauseum, yet your rhymes schemes are older than the illest concept flips
I'm jaw dropping, your mouth ajar like a fuckin hippopotamus, the problem is
you'll mimic all of this, bite off of it, I'm flattered but at least pretend to be original or pay homages
you're the type of scum to constantly pillage the same village cottages
your head is on some silly-bonkers-willy-wonka-really-wants-ya-kids-to-steal-his-chocolate shit
with ya oompa loompa avatar, Mr. has-it-hard because his own children conquer him
you're not on my level, you're a manchild on some reverse Andy Milonakis shit
We couldn't see eye to eye if I saw this dilettante equipped
with stilts up on the tip
of the empire-state obelisk, on a tilted rocket ship
that's heading to space on a trillion dollar trip
just so I can show you my out of this world virile dominance
you're not a blip on my radar, it's all evinced
you're just another clown in the audience
who tried to top the MC but got calmly minced.

That's what I mean! Something actually mean! But, your still garbage
Type to get grabbed by the throat then smoked... Just a feeled target
This field is a jungle, killers in bundles who don't need reasons
Your just a victim of open season... Long verses show your weakness
Your hearse gets drove by demons, up my toll, I want your soul
So, reverse psychology now? Once needs to leave his self alone
Would state step out of your box, but that's a dead giveaway
Caskets closed over your face
Even if not aiming for your head, you ducking isn't safe
Body shots cause a lot of awful clots in your blood
Euphoric, being so vein? 'til your leaking products thereof
So, you're better at rhymes? But, your raps all fickle!?
I write phat jive, you're consistent with flat lines like bad hospitals
Play the middle all you want
One minute: down with the cause, Next: your heads up your butt
You keep smelling yourself, you in-hell yourself, getting burnt up
My bars ignite more fire in you since you feel your contents crisp
Every word you use are words that's been used
You want excused fraudulence
I won't bow down to a lost clown without style cuz its what you'd do
I don't even bow to tie my shoe or to the queen when she's in view
I'd be damned if I write a rough draft essay to tell you a wimp
Could've just posted one line, but this is a cypher... Now spit

lol at this armchair expert tryna give orders...Who orders you?
I sorta do, my raps slayed you and gave you the fortitude
to try and serve me...hah, no, I don't want any hor-d'erves, shoo
I'll give you four words to look forward to: go on, forfeit dude.
"This field is a jungle, killers in bundles", yea where do you fit in, little motumbo?
In alleyways, hanging with fake gorillas and dumb hoes,
whose greatest struggles were staying up late and spillin' their gumbo,
so far away from real Silverback guerrillas whose gung ho
about peelin' caps that you should just take your filler and run home!
You sacrificed bars for a pointless reason
You pointed out long bars as weakness, well let's see then.
What's the weakness? I made points which he's in,
Now it looks bad on my verse cuz of how much of a disappointment he's been.
You're a boyfriend beating he-she on his toilet seated, deploying semen
if only Freud could see him, he'd say something about dicks and how you're an asshole with 3 N
You should've avoided that lame gun bar, yea you might scintillate your toys bitch
But aim for my head? You don't stand half a chance, even if you meant to say a coinflip

Dude, you never learn, you write boo boo every word
This for who regrets concern, now seeing you burn
Insurge all you want, revolutionaries meet revolvers
Why take this to the streets, you already sleep there 'til slaughtered
You shouldn't be bothered, you buried beneath rock bottom,
still talking like your stilt walking, dreaming of sodom
Would say when you type verses to keep me up out 'em
But, I'm not in them anyway, what you think of me's awful
I fathom your disappointment, it has to do with your choices
You the type of dude pointless
Type to point people out instead of Voice it
Sneaky neanderthal, blabber mouthing & gossipin
But your no magazine columnist, that's being obvious
The opulence of your aspirations don't link with what's aspired
Your potential seems bright, 'til your actual works acquired
I know of what you admire, that's none my business
Kermit the frog sipping different liquors
Feeling like Ms. Piggys every one of your Disses
What is your mission, don't answer though
I know what your thinking, don't speak
But mainly 'cuz I hate seeing your yellow teeth
Once keeps on bluffing like he's not struggling
Writing is cathartic in ways
But, somehow my post makes you feel ashamed

I keep learning cuz I'm a student, and you're partially right - I finger out fakes
Pointing at you, you point a revolver at me, but the mind is the only thing this clown wastes
I swear this old, white-haired, onion-head tryna have a dick measuring contest
You'd win if you'd measure your height, cuz you're the biggest dickhead to ever have spawned text
Only time I burn is when I apply rhymes to the wack, so you should try steppin' back
Everything you spoke about to blow up in your face like you put explosives on bicycle racks
You're steady dripping ectoplasm from your rectal chasm
cuz if I write "boo boo" you must be ghostwriting shit for specter phantoms,
I mean no one feels your intangible raps which have no depth to fathom
with their intellectual pablum...the trashman the only guy who collects your albums
you should stick to talking about how my teeth look, what'll he joke about next? amalgams?
but damn son let's not pretend your handsome, you're as ugly as a brat's temper tantrum
You wanna Voice? Good, be like Egoraptor, because at face value you're a straight up Igor stand-in
a ouija board rapper, who used to be keyboard tappin' till you were C-4 fastened
cuz you thought you'd Bombard me with alot new hot bars,
but all you brought so far was "Allahu Akbar!"s,
You the type to get arrested for showing off chewed pop tarts
with your gun mentions...I thought Not was not hard, this whole site is like "Nah, you not ours"
I got my struggle daily, then I drop here to calm it every once in a while like Hailey, this lame don't see.
You failed me, that's where the shame be, I mean your whole verse is screaming "K.O. me!!"
My potential seems bright til my actual works acquired?
But to know potential just seeing the work is required
I reckon you got burnt in the fire, or I stirred up your ire
You're just Not seeing my rap like you the Third Reich or
it's like you're an RB anonymous to a topical that's closed,
a blind man with his opticals exposed
cuz you can't see rhymes with the naked eye, even though it's obvious to most
No wonder you write like you don't know what words you're dropping in these posts
A wrinkled bed sheet that I'm tossing on the floor resembles Not's senile ghost
by the way, I got teeth that not even crocodiles boast
and what Onceawhile thinks only Onceawhile knows

If it's always gonna be 'you'? There's obviously no use
Constantly typing Disses that you keep proving are true
Fraudulent raps each time? Must be targeted at the blind
Alright... You have some rhymes, but they're substantially deprived
Best thing you've wrote is arm chair expert... That made me laugh
What's the use for potential when your labors always half-assed?
If you're the bomb, you're Afghan? A suicidal trash man
So, tryna blow up with all your garbage, ^that's one way you can
Look at this post, prob'ly don't wanna read it cuz you're a joke
A deadman who wants to party, I'd give your coma a toast
In all cheers drinking Methuselahs from the bottle, judge as hostile
Got you typing long & hollow verses... Just to get pummelled
Whoever else is reading...? I make the pussy work, what's a brothel
Compared to how I have OnceAWhile wroughting out troubles he follows
How about some goals for tomorrow, they're called dreams if you're lazy
You'd rather spend time calling Not weak, with needs to persuade me
Even if I could believe you, you'd still be the worst
Need more dudes in this cypher, you carry your flows like a purse

Holy shit he's long winded, but best watch how you talking clown
A one two is enough to bring walls that take Israelites months of walking down
He harbors dreams of illness... it keeps him anchored thinking there's no way he can fail
But in a sea of uncertainty, JG hijacked that ship and fucking forced it to sail

A proportion of tails, unfortunate fail
Ar you a horse or a whale Grimm justice is slimy....of course ur a snail

Eat yall niggas like takis
Spook these niggas like illumanatis
man first things first...yall fake
make so much bread had yo granny wondering what i baked
I spit like i got a mouth full of salava
rhymes erupting out like lava.
i put fear in niggas like osama

This guy should brush his teeth, before he sets his speech,
his word play is too much of a reach, like racists who claim freedom of speech,
If you cross me, i'm quick to reach for the piece like a catholic priest,
Fuck playing games rookie, this is your training day,
You will be screaming like kayslay, while attached to tracks,
Train conductors will be screaming Mayday, during the lapse before the crash,
Your rhymes were just too wack to ignore,
i got a Diet flow, which entails forcing wack mc's to look better than they did before..

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You spitting' that weak sh!t, that MC Hammer flow
An anomaly like transgenders, cuz Llama is fleshy camel toe
He scared to show up and go down onto the battle field
Llame's soft + too pussy, this kitten'll get ground up into cattle meal
No matter if we are gaming or not
Like MK10 I'll demonstrate my BRUTALITY
Then bash in your brains with a rock
I may diss this bitch above me,
But if the glass is have full, Optymyt remaining on top

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Ur a llama lyin', a phony, nobody believes in ur rhymes
I'll take a lyrical serrated edge and start fleecin' ya spine
Dude, u ain't a tough guy, everyone calls u their bitch
I can tell u hit rock bottom cuz I just ur tossed ass off of the cliff
If so many love Llame dick their chromosomes are displayin' X's and Y's
Ur okay to come out the closest, Llama, no shame ur have sex with some guys

I'm gonna destroy and murder you..
You only optimist when your momma sings the blues
Well have I got news for you
I word punches so ill that people stuck like I was glue
one two buckle my shoe
I predict optimist doesn't have a clue
go sniff some fumes
your survival depend on keeping my instruments in tune
you get wrecked while i recreate this nature
so feel distressed when opto ain't no g stab him with his own dagger

So 2triple0 wants beef, I brought cheese with the nachos
U like Audis? Then I'll run u down with ya girl front seat in my Quattro
How could u double my money with no flow and no style?
I'mma newbie with no accomplishments, what's ur excuse of ur profile?
The only kingdom u hail from u know it as rats in a cage
U wouldn't be sick with it even if Black Death was catchin' the plague

Yo ill have u pulling through this like a straw
You'll be eating fine cuisine only cuz they can't find any flaws
I'm going be like a furnace cuz all I got is heat
Yeah u did history on me but still end up with my tracks on repeat
I'm like pac u a snowflake soft a snow white
You be in chains and in pain sitting watching waiting to up rise
I ripped apart your Kingdom giving him an alternate universe
Nothing but truth and meaning and you in tropical temperatures
Still meat with my crew keep them hooked on the cheap pottery
I add lives to my scale I realise my loot keep me stacked like a lottery
And I ain't need to impress since this cat fails when it comes to being the best
I just made my bed you only make things up hen they're phony and unreal
I got assists like pro ballers you just hand them their contractd and deals
I'll be rocking round the world like I was on a world tour
Triple keep lines like soldiers I bring the war to your front door

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hmmm A llama that's never carried A gun. mosquito filled with yo aids? I'm scarier son./ I'm like a dentist ur girls still till all drilling is done/ fuckin her face till all her fillings are numb./ I kill shit ask about me. Blast back you catch a casket round me/ I get you mad you gureenteed to blow a gasket bout me.