Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

https://youtu.be/qdSyT38FblA

Paragliders? Dude, I'm higher than what you aspire to
I'm a sire that's admired, listen Wart at best you're a squire
But to burn my kingdom you must spit fire
You thought you could? LIAR! Or you been lied to
Nobody wanted to tell you because you're too PRIDEful
I don't view you as a rival, hand on the bible
I'm the man with the title, many have tried to take it, yes many have tried to, in introspect, since I've joined the internet to analyze Earth's inhabitants intellect, sometimes I interject, store up now before winters sets, be prepared, your overlords are here to leave you in despair once we take our share, and if you resist? Well then you might miss Christmas, Your dame is my mistress she likes to put her lips on my equipment, I deposit a shipment, still tho you in the closet with dildos just staring at it, you lost your train of thought and apparently that's a habit, faggot, automatic ejection for having erections when you text men, I know it's 2021 but if you're heterosexual then you get him (me)

My rebuttal game lazy, my team banged your mum, she wasn't paid or bought,
Steamed through & blew her mind, we ran a train of thought,
I be rating Jaws, you seen it? Then what you still gassin about?
You know soon as Fin pop up he'll get a can in the mouth,
Dunno why you're hangin around, firing like I haven't killed you yet,
You're in my shadow with the gun play so it's-ill-who-wet,
I'm a hitman, Before it ring sign here, prenuptial deal,
Top gunner, shot buster, Scott Summers for real,
I make plates with the beam like structural steel,
I'll make Ill eat the iron like a nourishing meal

https://youtu.be/3Q6zFt1LVdU

The adventures of Bag Mandela, mad vanilla, sad fella, got raped in a back cellar, fag endeavors, I remove you from this situation with tad effort, I son you like I'm part of your dad's network, now you mad and hurt, listen playa this that Madden curse, take your pads out your purse, you get mad when shit gets adverse, adversary at work, I don't circle jerk, I circle jerks, then corner them, now Urkel's Merc'd, this is how virtues smirk, in this virtuoso I'm first and you dirt, I'm composting niggaz so I call you niggaz new earth, I'm stabbing niggaz for riboflavin, go go gadget Draco, I'm insane bro, Waco is tame, I'm just trying to maintain as I plot, my livestock is not on the New York stock exchange, I got crops, ops watch, undercover cops circle the blocks of the turf like clockwork, No need to show bag how the Glock works, he could literally punch me in the face and it would not hurt, if we was cell mates in prison he would wash shirts, I tried to warn him he should not flirt, now I rent him out for cigarettes, each week 2 boxes worth...

LOVE the content... dealing with a male bitch hitting me in the dark myself. LOVED this! Believe me the pain is excruciating more nights than not but I just use an ice pack and heating pad and that usually helps me thru the hours.... especially when used to block my family. Not my favorite beat but also love that you wrote to one. I hope this site go live again so we can get some groups together. It’s hard to do your best unless you’re up against the best of the best. I miss rapbattles.com for real.

2 boxes of cigarettes a week? That's all the income you'd make from renting me for men to beat? Sounds hella cheap, your economic policy might need amending G,
I don't know if that's because of how my aesthetics be or whether it's just better than giving up yourself for free, but I'll trust your opinion cos its not my area of expertise, plus, based on the aforementioned scheme - where dude fantasized about bunking in a cell with me - I can tell it's embedded in Finesses genes,
In case they read it on a sleeping vibe; Bunk - embedded, cell - genes, its aight,
I don't mind going at finesses bars cuz I see they're light, but dropping scriptures on a disciple? Jesus Christ,
I'd rather offer a solution cuz you need advice, and keeping on the theme of Jesus Christ the saviour;
if this male bitch beats you up, buy a taser, a giant laser, catch a flight to Asia, or get yourself a dog with a violent nature,
don't pretend it's working - dis-guys a waster

https://youtu.be/vTVTRERHQQI

A waster? A waster of rhymes on a waste of time, on the waist? You know the time, when it blows it shines, then it blows your mind, you wanna say hello to this little friend of mine? The pen defines, this place died, then once bag came it became gentrified, I reappear and the pressure intensifies, it's genocide on those who pretend, that we are even, gives me reason to mistreat them, delete them till they obsolete, no oddities, hot commodities, only sodomy that represents the dichotomy of this monopoly, "it's in the bag" is the name of this chapter in the glossary,
He thought he could hang like apostrophes, but this bitch couldn't handle the misogyny, I rep the people, be in the streets where everybody can see you fulfilling prodigy's prophecy, if this was a draft I'd be in the lottery....

You're mistaking intelligence as gentrification, I'll tell ya why,
All you know about me is from some text online where I drop sets of lines,
you see that my vocabulary is comparatively extra tight & I spell it right,
So upon revisiting your accusation a second time,
It's analogous to - my bad - I'd have said it's like,
We took an algebra test, your score was low, mine very high,
And you reacted by saying, "Maths has been gentrified!",
Soon as I set the sight you're a target for the burst rate,
Pop quick as kids with pins at a party on their birthday,
Complaining when I grab the thing n spark it in this nerds face,
if you don't like the pole position don't be startin in the first place,
You still write stuff to beats you have no talent to rap, you smoke cabbage n grass, you tell girls you're romantic it's cap, but based on the actual fact that when you cross the road you've got to hold hands with your dad

https://youtu.be/jchXBbP7X6A

When I cross the street? I hold the hand of my son, when you cross the street? I understand why you run, even tho this for fun I gotta keep it real child, you don't live a lifestyle that excites a crowd, only time I give a fuck is when the lights are out, I know you're a fan of me, understandably, I'm on top like canopies, with two oscillating fans plus two can fans so they can breathe fresh air, carbon scrubber causing uneven pressure, I've perfected the best cure techniques, when I'm with freaks afterwards you'll find wet sheets, when people hear you speak they can tell you're weak, a geek who I would beat up in a street fight, let's meet up, I'll beat you within an inch of your life, then ass pinch your wife, if your kids watching? I'll say "maaan that nigga will be alright" then mean mug em, leave em in fright, till you all have nitemares of me at night, you smart like...

Do you know the meaning of life?
The meaning of Christ?
The antichrist, with my life on the line I represented myself more than twice, came home that same night every time, I been playing chess since the age of 5, born in the boogie down so I got that New York state of mind, representing the DMV, because of weed they stay taking my license from me, to get it back will cost a fee, instead of bickering, I move like I'm a sovereign citizen, posturing to get it in, fathering the styles of you ignorant illegitimate, thinks he's literate but never considered a dope spitter, nope nigga, how far you think hope gets ya? Anything I've ever wrote is scripture, I am the image of your deity, what you see in him is what you see in me, repent immediately, expediently you heathen for not believing in me, cretin, if Yeshua = Joshua then who the hell is Jesus? Created by Greek men, the changes that happened they've given no reason, a tactic used to mislead men? Greek scholars regurgitated African teachings, just add it up, mathematics, astrology, all from Africa, but by who? You may not know but I do, your form of knowledge comes as a haiku, you make zero points like the energy I use to fly through time while you stuck in place because of the way the planet gravitates, and yet your words hold no weight like you in outer space, you outta place is the case this alpha makes, next time I rhyme will be to seal your fate...

I'll put my enormous dick in your mum's enormous twat,
Pull out just before she squirts & call her fat,
To answer your question, "what is life's meaning?",
The meaning of life... is to give life meaning,
Which for you is knowing the size of a guys dick by feeling,
You said you've played chess since the age of 5,
You're not a grandmaster, so, waste of time,
Weird how you've gone from killing killers
to having an ELO rating in triple figures,
You love pawns n boards n checkmate,
Cuz besides that your life is:
-porn & bored ✓
-mates
On RB you like to fake trap in ciphers,
In real life you're known as 'The Wanking Sniper",
Cuz you buss a lot with the scope, when you aim n zoom,
you've got your dick in your hands, spying on naked dudes,
If he says he got you in the lens n he can spot you in a second, he's not about to drop you with a weapon,
It's just cos his binocular collection has gone from hobby to obsession,
You turn your lights out, night vision, he doesn't need em on,
He got a long range mic, n he keeps it on,
Perfecting the art of the peeping tom,
Ash Ketchum fought him in long grass, wild creepamon,
directed by how perverted his mind is,
But you don't beat around the bush - you beat off ​lurking inside it

https://youtu.be/zbkg2NNgsn0

Yo...

I am in rare form
I am one with God
I can make air form
I only appear as norm so you can prepare for him
What I write sometimes excites fags
So I punched my way out a wet paper BAG
This that second coming
The Shepard's shunning a Lepers cunning
I expect you to be running, I am exceptionally stunning
Mentally gunning down clowns who was never meant to be nothing
mentioning me has lead to something, potentially dumping
right into your pumpkin
when your body losses it's function it poops, no assumptions
it's truth
You could be the proof, it's not an issue, no sniper
just a Glock to pistol whip you
For getting hyper, you can be the center of the heat, Matt Geiger
Geiger counter going beep beep beep when they find ya
2 footprints, 4 lips, 2 was from your vagina
I should be charged for manhandling a minor
Then explained how that's insane, of man I am the designer...

That's true, you really came up with the design of a man,
You drew a picture of a guy you'd be excited to bang,
You said he was dreamy, might have a tan,
Like clandestine laboratory diazepam,
You drop to hip hop beats but write to Venga Boys,
If you knew the origins of the word 'ill' you'd probably get annoyed,
You'd see you're a pain in the arse, not cuz of all your extra noise,
But cuz it comes from the Sanskrit term for hemorrhoids,
It's swollen anal vein finesse, of course it fits,
Explains the reason you're so comfortable forcing shit,
I should've called you pilemon in that bar with Ash Ketchum,
Tell him he got bodied, he rears his head, "nah, I wrecked-em"

Bag Mandela: Mad vanilla, sad little fella
Here's a verse in Acapella so you can shut the hell up
Your last verse was the worst I've seen you develop
Well, it's sucks.. so bad that it's stuck in my mind you are just.. an insignificant moment in time, you are the example of mankind's decline, even when cloudy my reign shines, Africa my roots, you can find the same in a Mayan tomb when exhumed, now come gather round, my flows everlasting like 2 serpents on the crown, I only spit truth, everything you know is upsidedown, from the sizes of the continents, so in your mind the dominant can remain as a constant, it's nonsense, the global minority holding authority telling me, selling me lies about black inferiority, that's what it is until Jesus is black is the majority, any other representation is a misrepresentation of the doctrine, I wouldn't call him Jesus either there's better options, that's my synopsis, replace a white Jesus with a black one and watch what happens with your optics (blacks or whites) they'll be like get that photo outta my face, and when the day comes when he really returns that'll be the case

After flawless victories I put up my flag
I got this one in the bag, it was nothing in fact
Mandela can't rap, not even the Mandela effect can change that, he'll claim that he's in the same lane which is cap, I have to maintain the gap so a lurker perhaps could sign up, join the lineup, I'm a sender of heat with a sweet wind-up, back to back the repeated attacks is a reminder, that here's the GOAT, I keep all you niggaz in line like varicose, beware the dos-age of voltages I open with when words turn tumultuous, cuz this nerd will end up motionless from my ferociousness, that's my word, won't even wake you, I wasn't certain you would get up but I remained faithful, would not be disturbed if you woke up disabled, just another blurb in my fable, you must have some nerve, I blame whoever raised you, and you junebug which means they gotta pay too, and better find a way to or pay a visit to whoever they pray to, when I'm on my double snake moves...

Ill finesse is every dipshit,
who buys a present and gifts it to a one night stand who forgets he existed,
dudes the head of state of steady hate,
condemns abortions even when it's rape,

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You love handles - extra waste,

talks like he's Mr weapons n hos,
gets a text from a girl saying she's ready to go to bed with him so before he puts his pecker on show he shaves the word 'sorry' in his pubes as an attempt at a joke to lessen the blow,
wants a family, doubtful them seeds get sewn, this MCs own friends call him MC friend zone,
Girls get put off & think you're bent cuz you drink Barley,
n go to dick parties,
We're all actors in the theatre of life n this dicks part is about to end, shows over when I do fin-gnarly,
Tonight you'll be hearing some "ahh" n "uff" sounds,
From whichever drunk deadbeat at the bar your mum found,
You act like you're levitating far above ground,
You'll think you're flying Ill til Bag makes you calm the fuck down

https://youtu.be/LMhCqpbetx4

Bag, I'm gonna need you to cut the act
You suck at rap, what the fuck was that?
I know why you here you tryna pick up on my steelo
I'm like your hero
We can tell from your name you're a lame weirdo
Gonzo, I grabbed this beat from Toronto
No BULL I wrote this in the MORNING like A-Lonzo
This ain't even a rap, it's more like a Convo
An intervention
Your wackness was broadcasted interdimensionally
And now your life is potentially in danger from space rangers who feel you're the enemy, potentially from who you pretend to be, that shits offending me
I'm C-137, and we agree, all 10 of me
this is elementary Watson, you dealing with them boys
When I start making noise fans get overjoyed
Because I don't write nothing, I deploy
Search and destroy, I should sell merch
you better pray for a cell first
There's no such thing as a hell nurse
but there is a hell on earth
This is like the second coming of the rebirth
Let these words reverberate
Through peace I increase the murder rates
I can't explain the teeth marks in your vertebrae

Check, those teeth marks in my vertebrae confusing this loner,
Understand to come back sharper takes some chewing it over,
N over, n over, n it's over bro,
This herbs telling lies - you're Finocchio,
Don't ya know? No ya don't because you're A1 dim,
These bars are plastic pack rings - end up a waste on fin,
I wish you'd learn to think & think to learn,
Doubtful where your brain function is concerned,
Cuz "You suck at rap" is not something discerned by reading a passage of written word,
You think my name's wack, cool, I have some advice,
Why don't you flip it, pretend you're a real battler like:
We miss nothing sleeping on your bars, that's answering why,
I'm getting pretty tired of hearing you say "bags on the rise",
You know, cuz if you can nap on the rhymes you don't get tired & have no bags on your eyes?
It's a simple, effective way of elevating your verse,
And to save you searching - finocchio's a Mediterranean herb

Someone put a cat in this Bag
"Mandela" like you aint a ignorant Fag?

Just take your rhyming elsewhere and Sag
Youre tedious with the rhymes your wordplay is a drag

A "genious" you zig if u think ure a battler but you dont zag
Typical new age "rapper" with his ego flagged

im a Mag put me in a Ak 47 and Crack
On the back i carry the torch of those who wont make it back

You need council for Self
instead youre on a mission Trying to pedition going for Shelf

Half your shit is Nonsensible
You choke suffocating from your ventricals

When you try to interval the shit you write
On the mic youre a simple analytic

Typical a rap nerd trying to instigate
Rap is under scrutiny cuz u bitches implicate

rap is to be simplicated
Thats why Hollywood have it humiliated

Deconstructed and insulated
fucked and isolated

But Slick wont let it be violated
Like Eminem fans youre dialated

I put the end on you see ya never
A tactician became known as the greatest rapper ever

Changing the landscape and severed
The aorta connecting the heart to the temper

Extinguishing the Ember
Blocking out potential members

Tyler saying he dont listen to IT i remember
Youre probably confused about your gender

Youre a bitch Bag, i fry you tender
Put your head in a blender

Youre easy to dissect i get it its easy to be a pretender
Its easy to be a bellend

Probably a sex offender
rap is full of you easy spenders

wear a glock on the web but youre soaking wet wearing suspenders.

Phenomenally digestible - understood the whole lot of it Slick,
Completely serious, honestly did,
You're thinking that's probably sick,
But what I'm telling you is I did not miss a trick,
It's slick trick, watch how he takes the cap of his pen off,
Uses a rhyme scheme for 2 lines maximum then stops,
You roll 2 deep in a gang with a pet rock,
When someone shakes your hand it's like grabbing a wet sock,
You're a soggy dry bollock pie,
Who introduces himself as "Sorry, hi",
Finds local social gatherings, turns up on the night,
And just waits for his chance to apologise,
That's not a lie, it was the truth,
Your 2nd most used word after "sorry" - "oops",
The don de fruits that thinks cocks are cute and who's name means lubricated user of prostitutes,
Why would I give anything more than minimal effort abuse,
To someone who thinks "Pigeon holed" is a wrestling move

https://youtu.be/jchXBbP7X6A
Bag, you're outclassed, outmatched, I doubt that you come with bread like waiting to get fed at outback, your kids only eat processed meat sandwiches without snacks, your girl out in the world giving out the snatch, but it's all material... making arrangements for your burial, they decided they wanted to cremate ya because we hate ya, bastard, just throw him in a vat of acid, a dumpster covered in cat piss, an Abandoned crack house on a dirty mattress, the options begin to multiply with a hatchet, Bag can never be in my league so this is only practice, we in different brackets in life, my veins status is ice, remember they used to thump but now they blast riiiiiiiiight you sissyyyyyyyyy, I'm wrapped with history, this that second coming mystery manifesting the clandestine when you see this man present I expand reverence in all residents, some say I'm heaven sent, I've never claimed I'm innocent, let the semantics get intricate, I remain indifferent, can drop flames in any instance infinitely, set fire to a bag to put it out it's misery...

yo that's it you four legged flacid vacuum in space rolling funking with flunkies at grab chest at the hint of a gay
how many sandwiches and snacks your bitch ate? that's a matter of fate, and that's the hand on the stank
i've been mastered the class of your weight from the grappling stance that i've snatched from the snakes
they ain't call me handsome and ace when i was punching their uncles out in the back of the place
i'm at that rapid pace on ill finesse because i seen he was faker than a hiatus by jay-z after the black album
you can't rap with that face like a chipmunk who ate alvin the chipmunk then tailspun with donald and not trump
rescuers down under couldn't save your plunderous inexempt counterpoint of a rhombus with my uppercut
refuse to lose your shoe laces and i'll have you walking with three tongues wagging when i slam you like chimp monkey chump punk
lunging out for fun with terrible things whenever you walking into scary places ain't that when them hairy heads wake up
better believe it ain't the fake one when i pull out the heavy chevy chase anchor man with angry jacob back from when you cake up
this dude sissy pants with everything that he didn't have i just sit and dis his ass from the richer cash
you can miss that man with the kisses when they'll leave you in a ditch and just cover it up with different grass
oh nah, this cypher hazard sign dismissing with his fire retarded disgraceful rap imposterization is straight trash, sigh
i'd diss the bitch above me but your mom's so fat that she ate the whole thing that was keeping her up that high
owch i just wish every rash decision that bitch made didn't start and end with std's
i would have traded every one of your mp3's for free if it helped to end disease

i changed my site sig and want to bring attention to that over the fact that ill finesse straight wack

i smoked him like a cig out of a straight pack and made him walk to the store for a pack of wack

Chyll tyrant huh? Well there's a disconnect
Let me interject, put this in it's proper introspect
You lack the intellect, you just wanna be heard
Somewhere else reciting my words, you have some nerve
I deserve better competition, tryna remain optimistic
I know the way I be spittin discourages, you can't flourish, flow is malnourished, I'll mean mug the preacher when he asked to bow our heads at your service, then I'll smirk like Mr perfect, walk up to your casket, everybody started getting nervous when I pulled out the matches, set that ass on fire, this entire rhyme is the reenactment, there will be documentaries on the impactment, analyze every fragment, you are attracted like magnets, when there's a fracas you calling dragnet, you been here for 15yrs and rhyme like that? TRAGIC! I would jump in traffic, straight from the stage to the grave if any rhyme of mine of any kind was made, then I'd equip the Poseidon boon and fight my way out of Hades

-iLL Finesse

See me - nang,
You can't beat me fam,
I thought only my bars could merk this pee wee man,
But after chyll showed you a body I know CT's can,
When you play group sports the coaches let you captain teams,
cuz you're first in the locker room & last to leave, batty crease,
Your life is a montage of being nude with dudes,
You strike me as the kind of loser who loves rubix cubes,
If there's only one thing you could choose to do,
It'd be intimately showing men how to hold snooker cues,
Face the facts, you're so bent you're a loop de loop,
From the hip these rounds ringin like hula hoops,
Lift this waste up watch how I poop-a-scoop,
Catch you in traffic, point the shotty out the Subaru,
You'll hear chick-chick, chick-chick n shells fly through ya coupe

oooh-
told you then and now at some type of time i became harder to press
from here to there smoking hype spots in a line and target your chest
rap the clap, the hook it's in the water then i started to fish
tap the pap, the club is a challenger with a card on your piff
yeah, holler, just to be in this life i got no reason to lie
baby deep in the night i keep the reach on my pies, house life
length bout an arm peak and i got armor for banging the gong stick
keying out the atom bomb on peeps and changing up my song list
wrong you don't believe me, first hand check the video recorder
i learned to spell by reading the clinic pamphlets for free abortions
long boy's a spitball shiner a whopper pothole tenth ward to shonnard
dogging down the schama when i'm popping up with llamas no me llamo
tyrant violent but you can chase out dirty bent bootleg muddy banks
firing bloody shanks while riding on your friends moose head antler points
you ain't a wise guy who crab talkin loud with your ugly faces flaged to the drip
you're a high guy, no thanks, lobster booster with an answer joint paged, lit

You some shit homey, why? Cuz I say so
My day slow, I don't wanna be here
Would rather be playing Halo
But yet I'm here
Never taking a loss, you niggaz is soft
I could get a mod tossed cuz I'm the fuckin pod boss
If you and I cross?
You'll die by the sword like you had a piece of the tri-force
My life's path is a righteous course that Christ would endorse
Except the times at night when I morph
And turn into a sight that is very much like Norse
Battling all sorts from tyrants to totes/purses
It's murder she wrote in the versus
I'm the shooter in this first person
So nobody seeing me on my screen
like using high beams in the fog, picture the scene
The sirens illuminate like hell fire with the fog as steam
Got a flawless team ready to maul and live lawless
All for cream
That seems to be the only purpose
Without it you're worthless
I doubt it, when the shrouded returns will he be merciless
That's what I be thinking before a verse is flipped
That's what happens when you have the curse and gift

Roses are red, this loner is dead,
You'd rather play Halo,
I'd rather put one over your head,
You like Britney and Puma,
You may not think you're a loser,
But that changes when you take into account you stalk women at Hooters,
And look like your shoes came free with a mobility scooter,
Your life is how idiots experience things in life passing,
Like being off beat in a group of people synchronized clapping,
You once heard someone criticize fapping so you quit & tried rapping but I don't think you'll die laughing,
First choice of the wussy select,
The day you decided on becoming a vet,
Was when you felt your neighbours dog dry humping your leg & realized your pussy was wet

quiet your jests, jokes' mild at best, yes violets like violins are piled at your head
that's head stone because i'm that head stoned tyrant and i like violence to death
i love the hymen's red and then try them extra wet before they cried and bled in the shed
i ain't from boston but i crab you like your hand on your back and grabbing behind your leg
then i'm slamming your chest with a grappling test that's got your tea party sharks
chopping off your soggy warts and mailing your feeble people each of your body parts
i'm high as fuck and i'm not a experienced vet until you've experimented with hootie hoo sex
like speed dating blind quadriplegics and squeezing rotten eggs into your cuckoo nest
they think youre a mandela bag because you'll be forgotten like the force of mandalorian
you're tweaking because you speed dialed kevorkian and the hold line song was polish accordion
you're trying to drop the beat box and bust the freestyle life on an 80's tape recorder
but you're really geeking like the foodstamp check out line at the grocery store
you were a tormented child from inside you were born deformed and abnormal
meanwhile i'm sort of immortal when i jump through your mom's pussy portal
you should jump inside a little bear suit and ride at the fair on a unicycle
i can't read your mind or any of your lines you're writing but your unibrow is your nicest recital

This is the first I've heard about The Mandalorian,
If I could own any car? I dunno man, DeLorean,
My bitch a sandwich cookie called Amanda L'Orean,
I fucked her n spawned a new race of Mandel-oreons,
You're an abnormorlian, kids get a chill down their spine when they've gotten the creeps,
Cuz he strokes their backs while wanking as he watches them sleep,
I stay double dropping with these limitless & effortless pills,
Ready to kill,
You're sat incredibly still on a Netflix n chill cuz it's just Netflix n Chyll,
This is lexical skill Vs a guy that's been known,
to direct snuff under the name Quimton Tyrantino,
You wear wet pyjamas, work as a sex slave for a Mexicana set of farmers that grow & sell Jicamas who bring you to-tears and call you enchyllada

i ain't going to jail but i'll rip your kitten tail, blind you with my written hell code like braille
raisin nuts and m&ms you should bring your little mix on the trail to go to your epic fail
map to scale, they caught you doing hand feet ASL and you were calling it glam free
gay as hell, rolling around like beanie sige with the sherriffs from season two twin peaks
stay and share, i ain't say they used to take your wheaties away and call you cornelius
straight scared from corn chips to the horny thirst of the porno elitists with orange beat tits
i thought your sixteens were sweet anyway so i made you bleed with my wrist muscles
like a chafed peach chef with the meat i did a tedx talk to teach you to speak to hustle
cornholing the bagpipe, your a sad sight on this rap site like a tax hike for shwag kinds
yeah, the last time you did a jog on your memory you ran out of your damn mind
sad mime landmine on the sand climb when you're flailing for the last nine, it's pretentious
you're wackness is the difference between yard and meter like 3 feet and three inches stretching
you can pretend your heat is hotter than a liter of gasoline foaming up the infrared scope
but you'll get lit on the cheech quart geekster court while i send your ghost up to smoke dope
you're a bungee hoochie coochie, pootie tang looking like an abnormal alien flying on the sauce
hit with a boomerang like a stupid original aboriginal australian who's chasing a dumb platypus
banana glad i ain't say octopus squid again but i'm bout to go ham and cheese like burgers
pro quid the salamander armadillo kangaroo dude out to jump off the reef burners snipped on turnup

I'll pull a 12 bore n mess up your nice apparel,
You'll die the same way you purchase anal lube - by the barrell,
It keeps you slimy while corruptin like Yorgen Fenech,
You pay female prostitutes for anal n call them Derek,
You get upset cuz you understand they charge for sex,
but think it's unaccommodating they don't take cards or cheques,
You still safeguard your ex,
Gangsta, you think Xhamster's a graveyard for pets,
There's something that I need to say,
Ill Finesse used 'Hades' in a rhyme scheme with 'made',
You thought it rhymed n tried to sell it but, uhh, it doesn't,
If you know any hookers sellin butt, uhh, Chyll does em,
I'll go celibate for 6 months n then release the rage
on your favourite female relative of legal age

https://youtu.be/HJeFVj13n_g

Yoooooooo

This one I dedicate to bag Mandela
Mad vanilla
Always rapping about fags
Mad his dad went drag in Cinderella
So I'm here to raise you, follow my lead
Cuz I'm the greatest like Ali
You probably, didn't think that would rhyme either
But oddly, when I hit you with ether it feels like misogyny
You thought acting sick will sell like you prodigy
But you don't have foundation like properties
Your money is Monopoly nigga you live in poverty
Which is why this is a murder mystery instead of a robbery
My philosophy is compared to Nietzsche, Socrates
I don't follow policies and swallow bureaucracies as the top MC
Now who's stopping me?
I could never tell a lie like George Washington chopping trees
Bags signature reads "the chocolate I have known and loved"
He's talking about the D:brush:

You say me calling you a faggot geezer is weak n then make a gay joke before ceasing your scheming, the self defeat that I'm seeing highlights your lack of feeling or meaning as a result of you having no reason for being,
Instead of dying to Dilla,
You could recognise Mandela doesn't rhyme with vanilla,
You're so repetitive you remind me why techno sucks,
You'll get split down the middle like let's go Dutch,
You are a drop in the ocean vs a cosmic explosion,
I wish it was paint drying, you're more like watching erosion of water on rocks as it's flowin,
This battys whole life is so beige it'd be nice for a change to see a sign of some grey,
it's like waiting for plastic to biodegrade,
you think you're killing rappers but they're just dying of age,
rhymes more peak than the Yorkshire Dales,
You are a tour with snails of northern Wales,
your style is tryna get a cruise ship airborne with sails, interrogators say your rhymes succeed where pulling out all their nails or waterboarding fails

Bag Mandela, sad he doesn't think vanilla rhymes, are you out of your mind, well listen little fella, I'm Nutella, when you tell ah rhyme everytime I'm like you should stop it slime, give up your spot in line, you thinking you could stop my shine is asinine, I pour gasoline on the scene now imagine me doing pantomime, light a match, then toss the gas can in the back of a pickup truck that was all black, in the woods in a suburb where you be at, probably wearing a wutang shirt, American eagle slacks, you thought you could rap? ALL CAP, These all facts, don't make me find you and remind you how I can make your jaw crack, put you under the earth so I can prove to you the balls flat, I'll do it practically for free your life's a small tax, you can't ball with me my stats all maxed, you thought you could get ahead? We offed that like the Taliban in Iraq, or a Dodge caravan in Chi-Raq that made too many laps around the trap, uhh, it's profound, uhh, Pro is the noun as I rap/write circles around you Urkels/Clowns

Another flat earther who has the time to talk shit,
Using a phone that's GPS tracked by satellites in orbit,
When I hear that shit come from their mouths I despair,
How you gonna think outside the box when you can't think outside the square?
You sound stupid, not just because of your subaverage diction,
But cuz you dismiss 1800 years of scientific fact as fiction,
Uh-oh, the Officer Doofy of rhyming appeared,
the sight of your smile as you leer and ask teenagers "can I buy you a beer" brings vaginas to tears,
If society looked up to guys that are weird you'd be highly revered,
You're foolish not fresher,
I'll turn up stormin son like unusual weather,
Light him up, heater in each hand, shooting Berettas,
And it's fire when I use these 2 sticks together

https://youtu.be/NAaFtS-xEdg

For short I'll say Bag VANILLA is a wack clown
Needs to back down
Doesn't understand if under the earth, I'm talking the flat ground
That went over your head figuratively, can make it literally
Put you out your misery, Before I do
Please explain how things are true?
You? Amateur, You believe in Edison and Gram Bell
Wouldn't know who the hell is Lewis Latimer
Or Benjamin Banneker
You lack the understanding
I believe in space yet know they faked the moon landing
9-11 was an inside job, you fell for the mirages
But they couldn't hide the demo charges
The truth is easy to see, the weak minded find it arduous
The killers of God's son are Jewish
The ones who say his color doesn't matter are foolish
You follow masses of sheep, that's what you're cool with
You're clueless, never had pussy
Wouldn't know what to do with it
Too timid, don't mean to nitpick
Maybe you should get some nugenix
Fuck with me? Now your record has a few blemishes
I am accredited with eclictic penmanship...

-iLL Finesse

Suck a dick, I can't be down with what Finesse is on,
Spends a verse saying you think your head is strong,
But in actual fact your knowledge set is none...
Then finishes by spelling eclectic wrong,
You asked "please explain how things are true?",
By not being false, suck a dick part 2,
You're in a tribute band called "Micklemore",
You need adult supervision at the Disney store ,
I hope you trip n fall on a slippy floor,
get laughed at by a fat kid who kicks ya balls,
Stand back, the world's first eclictic rapper's spittin,
Blemishing records with such panache n wisdom,
Furious right now, wants to grab the Smith n,
But you can get covered in red dots for that rash decision

You broke and none of your rhymes registor
red dots? rashes? classic! But drastic because it's not a metaphor, could be, should be but you don't have a scope, or hope, just some misguided whines over something divine that I wrote, I'm a dope rhyme sayer, I shine everytime that I spoke, from my mind to my mouth it comes out like kamahamaha, I'm the alpha Omega ready to JUMP out there like Vega in Vegas at the Golden Nugget, you wanted to go but have no budget, you would have loved it, like how you love to suck dick, it's a family tradition, your old man's rocked a mullet and would ask niggaz to hold it while on his knees in the kitchen, your grandfather was in a wheelchair with dentures, he'd take them out for mouth adventures, until he got kicked out the retirement center, he set it on fire afterwards then entered, some think it was conspired others think it was dementia

https://youtu.be/7R28vSWWgcI

To any future opponent, most likely a lurker
Anybody that want it, it's murdaaaaa
Hamburger, I spam to leave you scrambled
As I hotdog it which means I got this handled
Which one of you niggaz think you could hold a candle?
I don't just make niggaz fold, I dismantle
manhandle then put a head on my mantle
I live dangerously because life is a gamble
I know I'll be the greatest ever it's just a matter of if they can understand you
Start an only fans, no dick on screen
Just talking real hip hop, exclusive, drop a 16
Give a paid fan the option to drop shit in a split screen
Fulfilling big dreams
I know so many ways to get cream
Executives should get to bidding
New directive, we need a new perspective so you been elected because you are connected.. but we get the credit, I rejected it, I know I'll rise to the top anyway, natural selection, I bring about actual progression, you making this a profession at most while I'm firing higher than speakers that require Atmos, and on that note...

I'm -iLL Finesse

You talking big guns but never swing ratchets
& YG’ll put cans to this faggots head like WWE matches
Ya bitch on me, I rock the same lenses Ali wore
Brought the thot to the condo & she left w/ her knees sore
The homies smoked out passin’ round a blunt of purple
I got your same bitch zonin, suckin dick in a fuckin circle
I open the Nike tech hoodie revealing mad drugs
Faggot, you go around to bitches requesting mad hugs
I’m just fuckin around with this fuckin square
Ya bitch left her shit here, along with her underwear

I was gonna go Acapella but fuck it....


https://youtu.be/GW23QlqgS3k

Chopped & Screwed Chorus:
So I went to her house
I saw a little mouse
It went over there by her underwear
You need a job nigga...YG needs a job

YG wants to try me? With such a dichotomy
He's pleased to be the 17th best, not even lottery
So this gotta be a joke right?
How much out of that bag you smoke like?
I know you mad cuz you broke right?
You living the broke life!
You come from a broken home
Furniture came from a trash can
Your trash cans have no trash bags
Wash your hands, nope, ain't got no damn soap
You so damn broke it hurts a man's soul
Nah I ain't no faggot but for that you're getting CANcelled
My flows lead to a man-i-fold
Cuz I am a cannibal that's not tangible
Repeatedly drumming these bums like animal
Cuz I'm the goat like Earl Manigault
If I look you in your eyes and tell you I'm the best to ever do it
You'll say "Man I know"