Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

@webby
dude talkn really crazy like he hardbody or sumn
like he go hard he always talkin bout bodying sumn
til i beat dat ass...yull think im doin karate or sumn
den dat shotty will slump em..den ill dip ya body in sumn

Hoe-hoe-hoe hoes, Santa clause in the house.
I will sign autographs, so come here Nemesis with your blouse.
And if you shut up with your nonsense that you call rap,
Kid, I may let you sit on my lap and bless you with a few slaps.
So be nice and I will leave you a key to free you from your rusty bars,
A sad pathetic clown, a wannabe, you are a misfit, go back to Mars.

Veteran soldier, the wack shit that you spit is absurd
Claimed service to your country, so now it's your turn gettin served
Fuck a bald eagle, your fuckin rhymes hit like a dove
Must've fought in Vietnam, the way he's gettin no love
Never mind leading some troops, askin kids to sit in his lap?
Couldn't even lead some boy scouts without gettin the boot from the camp
Claimin he's a master, too? You a master of what?
Master of Privates? Even then, you'd be the bent over slut

I am on the operation fuck-a-grim-whore
I will do you justice and you will beg for more.
The bitch got no respect for a true soldier,
When under his mama's skirt is the only time he is bolder.
I serve my country and I am proud,
Courageous and no matter what I hold my ground.
That's something a coward like you never understands
Coz your world only revolves on your mummy's mammary glands.

If you are on the operation, let me tell you what to do.
I will deploy you, to massively destroy who?
Yourself, cause you might be dealing out justice, but your a hair off of judicial.
Your flow is like a jet magazine, small and always has issues.
Better yet, if you got issues, let me go grab a tissue.
You might be a soldier but I bet your mom still kisses you.
Atleast home dude is under a skirt.
What are you doing? He's watching porn with his homies that squirt.
IF you hold your ground then why are you here, go back to Afghan.
You should change your name to one of the country's, IRan.
If your a soldier go take your gun and polish it off.
Run away with the clip between your legs, before I demolish you all.

Demolish what? Another box of cookies?
Or who? A whole page of rookies?
12 lines later, still can't see the hook, G..
Ur getting slaughtered so bad the cops saw this and booked me..

disrespecting a soldier's a bold move..
But it doesn't take a soldier to fuck up your whole groove..
And don't even retaliate, i promise you i won't lose..
And don't try acting fly to play it off, you won't cruise..

Imma cruise on you, like we were at the Carnival.
That was clever how you used cookies, no joke.
But Imma make you scarf those words down, yes choke.
I demolish rookies, pros, and experts, check the name.
I might be yellow, your word is not for fame.
If your looking 12 lines later,
Imma kill you with 12 lines, hater.
You might be feel dissapointed if "the cops saw this and booked me".
Because your wack self would get arrested by the newly trained rookie.
I disrespects soldiers because they still living and they still chilling.
If he was a real man he'd get up and start killing.
You said you won't lose, well stop talking that shit up.
Before I make you eat your words like 2 girls 1 cup.

@yellowman

nooB who truly beleives his flow aint booty
telling by yo name we all can all view dat you fruity
you been tricked into thinking lifes fair
i swear ima monsta i give freddy nightmares

You a nemesis?, that's more like saying Barney's a threat.
Hearing his I Love You song, would cause people death.
Just because you gotta win doesn't mean you all that.
I don't give a damn about your folk nor your tracks.
You probably give Freddy nightmares because of your wet dreams.
He saw you with your boyfriend and you raped him on his knees.
And quit all that @ shit.
My fame is larger than your atlas.
So quit all that, this aint twitter bitch.
If it is, I can find him at @MyRhymesRShit

@yellow crayon lol jk
I can tell by yo bars that you be on that bummy shit
aint nobody tellin jokes but you be on that funny shit
talkn bout my @'s man stop it
and lets not talk about twitter kuz i seen ya page lets bring up a new topic

You looking at my twitter, I can call you a stalker.
But I guess running mouths is a sport, talker.
I won't be grieving you when you get put up, coffin
I will rip you Now and Later, you will get softer.
Stop acting hard, like an erection.
Dipped it in beer, and gave yourself a yeast infection.

nah not a stalker jus do my homework...yea im on to ya
ill take out da torch and burn dis bitch like a candle...hanukkah
wen da cops came thru i put up da tree...christmas
ill bet my last dollar to be like me was on ya wish list
dey call me 4th of july kuz i know how dat powder do
one question...is you tryna battle dude?

If I was tryna battle you, don't you think I would have said.
Ignorance must run in the family, an by now you must regret it.
If you betting your last dollar that you was on my wish list.
Then that dollar would be mine, and I would tell Santa to kiss this.
If your the 4th of July, then I might as well be Labor Day.
A second hand maybe, but I still make people like you work for pay.
If you do your homework where's your all A's
I bet you dazed in class tell you slept, that was all day
If you wanted a battle, I'll kill you today.

Flashbacks like a vietnam vet
Cut you at ya neck, leave you shaken like a etch a sketch
Quantities of entities enter me evilly
He who's dumb enough to battle me, die's drastically, and has to be
In a world of fabrication, demonstrations of confrontations commence annihilation
Let's pretend we're both guns, and make this shit erratic
I'll be the revolver, you can play the automatic
Automatic flip scripts, revolver show loyalty
Each gun is die-able, but only one's reliable
You shoot fast, but in the end you jam
Then I click back, and turn your brains into spam
Grimm is the man and I demand my recognition
Even if I have to blow your ass to spiritual submission
I heard somewhere niggaz is scared of revolution
Revolute against the Reaper, and get pulled from evolution
The reapers rude, drop ya ass to ya knees
If death was food, I'd be handin out free cheese

Cocking back, click-clack, jamming?
I'll can yourself like tuna, people would think that you were spamming.
I would tell you to stop bustin and put down your pieces.
So i could kill you with my mind flow, rest in thesis.
Imma lyrically kill you, miracly heal you.
Then do it again and repeat the process so I can spherically deal you.
A hand that was meant for a king, and if you aren't then your a jester.
I'll leave you out in paris, while I'm going ham, Otis brother, Fester.
I'll pester and destroy, while other people toy you,
Your guaranteed to look like a fish, when I coy you.
Cocking the lyric cannon, something that's mind managed.
I'm about to leave the pavement with the payment that you planned to skip.
Lyrical tripped, miracle whip.
Body be found off of the side of the cliff, you be miracle slipped.
Killing it because paying me wouldn't be something that was sufficient.
Even if it was, I already knew you would miss it