Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

Listen Kid, Those Rhymes Are Broken Textually...
Bro Expects To See A "W" When They Won't Connect "2 V"
I've Seen Children With Better Bars That Flow Successfully...
I Dunno What Hom Age Is But He'll Get No Respect From Me...
I've Long Since Beheaded Virb, So I Ain't Defending Another Man..
You're Not Exactly Sharp With The Punches, I've Never Seen A Dullahan...


fuck it, I don't wanna bully you kids...

Fuck Dr Akon, his job at Avon & the vast array of cocks he's played on,
Is "Diss the bitch above the bitch above" what it says don?
Guess we've both gotten-aims wrong Drakon,
Acting like you were dripping mastery, quit the self-inflicted flattery,
You may think you're actually swinging savagely but in reality your best lyric had to be the "2v" shit, so just a little battery,
Disappointingly average, borders wack,
2v? I'd expect more from Draks,
Google can be used as a source of facts, so exploring "drax" would help you get all of that,
I'll inform the lads of this new important act, Of Starting Words All With Caps, Finally Someone Pushing The Scene Forth At Last

You Need Serious Help, Filler Yapping...You Can't See What's Up Like Aerial Stealth..
I'll Put Bag In A Bag, He's A Drag He Doesn't Know How To Carry Himself...
My Bars Are On Steroids, If It's Wordplay I'm The Best With The Tren...
And Bag Well...He's Not Exactly Buff But He Sure Does Wrestle With Men...
I Don't Care For That Ho Spittle, & I Won't Continue To Yeet Rhymes At You..
I'll Just Put U.N.D.E.R Then Bury Bag Like A Cheap Time Capsule...
Your Cap Will Split When My Hatchet Flies, How Quickly The Rap Trial Could Turn Bad...
It's No "Secret" He's Not In My "Class If I'd" Held Back I Still Would Have Spat Fire To "Burn Bag"
When I Read Your Shit One Word Comes To Mind...Inaptitude...
Calling People "Wack" & "Average" Whilst Saying Nothing At All...A Classic Move...

Your bars rubbish, dead bodies get carved up-kid's a weak writer .. stop.
them bag flips whiffin', and you gettin' hard punished like street fighter bots
drawin' furious leaving you in a daze, curious as your reasoning on the page
talking 'bout filler when your whole arc's like a 30th season of anime
no need for modesty .. liars lack embellishment so please be honest, G
even scholars know I'm making Drakon as irrelevant as Greek mythology
scale it down, you no serpent .. I'll leave you split like siamese chemistry
exposed, all it takes is a midget and one arrow and you finna' die instantly

So I drop a line that’s got to rhyme, probs flippin his name,
Like, every time we think Homoclimes his conditions the same,
That was simple & plain, but I’m reluctant to go super sick,
Cuz anyone with “homo” in their pseudonym has to be a lunatic,
That is a fact, and although I do agree that Draks shit was trash,
I must say I hope next time you’re travelling fast,
you and your family crash into a caddy and lack the foresight to have your seatbelt fastened n pass through the windscreen, fracturing that,
and in the process slashing your knackers (brit slang for your nads) with fragments of glass,
that’s what you get Hombre for acting an ass

Your call lost I mean your bars nonexistent, expect it to be flipped
Your name? Nah .. this shit in the bag like its connected to my hip
You sound like a premature offspring of Shotty Horroh only whacker
that was forgot about and patient dumped on the doorstep of Dizaster
I keep it real like dreams of wooden children, it hits hard homo
pause, as the beam shines straight in your eye like the Pixar logo
I pave the floor in blood mane .. You came for war? Enough games
like Deebo from the grave, snatch your lame award like what chain?

Bag & Hom, Can Either Of You Craft A Bar? Rhetorical Question...
I Came Back Looking For Heat & What I Got Was Sort Of Depressing...
Homicidal Isn't Living Up To His Name, Bag Is A Nut Sack With Hair...
I'm Not Sad, It's Just That This Pair Shows Me Such Lack It's Weird...
You "Lads" Are Frauds, Abandon Thoughts Of A Rap Career...Hope Y'all Have A Job...
Cause Nabu, Abzu, Marduk, Anu, Basically You're All Just Babel Gods...
You Pussies Bite A Lot, I Returned Thinking A Nice Punch Is What I Might Have Got...
But Let's Be Real, Y'all Are Just Scraping Bits Off The Old Writer's Block...
Pixar Logo? Street Fighter Bots? You Better Muster Up A Brighter Thought...
You Butt'n Heads With Me 'til You Gas Out & I Flame You Like A Lighter's Top...
This Shits Over, I'll Leave Your Whole Body With Ripped Holes From An AR...
You're My Miniature Hom..."I'll Leave U Split" 2 & Flipped Over Like "Jr"...
Ammo Pops, Why Is Mandela Trying To Winnie Can't, No Shot...
Your Punches Are Nothing Heavy Bag, You Just Stay There & Shadowbox...

You say bite, and cant think of your own punchline or set up
You're Not Creative Like This Punchline And Set Up...

AKs, berettas, I've cleaned more machines than calgon,
I'll catch you at ya synagogue with ya little hat on,
Everything you'll hear sound like ad libs on a trap song,
Didn't think I'd pull the piece on jew but I shall-hom,
You should sign up n cop some dough at Ransom Writers,
If you actually got it though it'd mad surprise us,
If I hear you finished among the dopest last survivors,
Sounds like there was hom, a phone, n he rang some writers

It's not often there's a cash prize in text bredda,
Sign up now link in sig (look for the big red letters)

you are not the good
You are not the hood.

Agreed, I'm too ill to be good & too rich to be hood,
How you need to edit 2 lines is a mystery but,
I'm not giving a fuck, get lit like kindling blud,
You called yourself chree cos I wish that you would,
This is a little bit rushed, pretty basic tactics,
I could build on that wood theme n relate to match sticks,
Or let you know when I clock ya face with hands its,
when you'll know it's chree time like a Jamaican hat trick

Quite creative Bag just a shame it's average you fuckin pagan faggit

10 syllables ..
fuck it, what I said-it could bury him.. duck quick, or the medic can carry him
one swing.. making bag see black like lost luggage in the Mediterranean
no cap that i'm on, weak i'm dustin' rust off.. what I spit is passionate strong
clash wit the don.. i'm makin' bag disappear, we hittin' gravity bongs
I can't sign up.. this'll make seven and I don't think I can show bro
it's Shaq with no team chemistry.. there's no link with the low post

Homicidal?!
Your Air Soft, this nerd wouldn’t squeeze a Nerf or Palm A Rifle
I’m Calm & Idle, so it’s steady smoke when I Harm Ya Vitals
Smell the bitch in you, type to ride with 12 like Gods Disciple’s
I can tell you ugly but your Moms An Eyeful
Creepy Homs a Peeping Tom watching me Powerbomb Her Spinal

i'm not inspired.. i'll leave you shaking in a fade like jumpshots
I know looks, scared to assist your man-got stole on dumb blocks
where shit's wild.. straps laugh shedding hysterical gun shells
that don't miss, scared bitch curl in a ball like spherical dumbells

Im truly maniacal, your tendencies don’t Reflect Your Title
Don’t ever Disrespect Ya Idol, for that I’ll have to Wreck You Cidal
Once I left off this Tech It’s Vile, dress ya body with slugs now Rest In Style
Have ya bitch legs spread for miles, & ya moms box out the PARK always Wet N Wild

dog, i take pity on your moms, buy her fake titties, she stay giddy
remain shifty and expect these ass whoopins in person every thanksgiving
me and your moms don't appreciate you disrespecting this home
start showering daily, invest in cologne until direction is shown
then maybe on weekends you can borrow the Lexus we own
scratch the paint I dent your skull like a father's expected to bro

I apologize for bringing up ya mother, NAH Fuck That Gunther!
Pops shoulda Stuck To Rubbers & kept this cunt in the Nuts Of That Sucker
Matter fact you were better off a Cum Suck from that Dumb Slut,
Ingested & birthed from the filthy hole you should’ve been Slung From

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lctyeMwFaKQ

Self savior you better save yourself.
I didn't come here to watch Nicholas cage get killed!
Came a long way on this lane I built.
Kid could never compete with me four real.
You're a ghostwriter thats been lacking the skell.
You get bagged up more than the happiest meals.
You better go home, starting clacking them heels.
You need to change those clothes because the jacket is queer.
Your performance made colin kapernick kneel.
You're both fucked like pornographical reels.

Put some RESPEK ON MY NAME, we all know I don’t Fuck With You T(c)hree
Submerge ya Head In The Flames & set ya body ablaze like a Blunt With Some Tree
Aiming at this Cuck N I Squeeze, as everyone watches you skull fucked & splattered like Ducks On A Screen
Pucker Up On Ya Knees or Ill leave the scene a bloodbath since I have no FILTER like a Rupturing Spleen

You get hit to the percussional beat - just for fucking with me.
Im the fucker to beat, ..I mean it.
How does it feel walking around with no penis?
So good at the game they're always thinking im cheating.
I'ma seasoned vet mars allah I reap legends.
The only problem about you I used to think you were better.
I mean it's nice to see you as a sheep I've been shepherding.
Cut from a fabric you wish you were decadent as.
I'm technically going ham on every record they spin.

I'm rapping it realest man,
That talk about speaking HAM when they wheel it and the fact your bars' subtext says you need a man strongly suggests you're a meatspin fan,
"I squeeze n bang!" That's my impression of Echelon,
I'll see your bicycle parked outside of a male sex-a-thon,
You'll come back to find both of your pedals gone,
N have to push it with the bars like you do with every one,
"I'm getting strong!" That's my second of two,
You don't think trigger & mirror rhyme, I bet that they do,
At least in England, as in the English Americans use,
That's how you know Chree's dying, the disconnect with his roots

2 out of 9
Just like the people that would care if u died.
Just like Mom and Dad I bet your parents are white.
You're still repping the flag that's guys marrying guys.
You got no bars that could keep an area hype.
You're trash has the people very annoyed.
Drop the beat and ill bury this mime.
Leave nothing left but your burial rights.
He's tone deaf, and barely can write.
Don't worry I've got scarier rhymes.
You can just sit there and maybe katy perry can sign for ya.

DO U EVER FEEL LIKE A PLASTIC BAG.

I ignite when I write, & ever since I’ve arrived on this site I’ve been a Showstopper
Your the laziest faggot I’ve come across, Chree can’t even Blow Proper
Even if you Go Harder, I Flow Sharper, you just lack the juice like a Phone W/ No Charger
Ya bitch sucking Savior like a Now & Later, dribbling deez nuts like a Harlem Globetrotter

You can even judge yourself in earnest.
Everyone gather around, it thinks its a person!
So perfect on every syllable, you get hit with the pipe more than the kindest surfers o.o
I've been flipping bars over this man, like its a circus.
Just say you want to be another man It's working for ya.

Aw, little bro that was cute.
I ain’t gotta reach for Chree, this is low hanging fruit.
Jeez, please, would you fucking quit.
Of course I’m thinking of dissin’Chree, coz he’s bloody shit.

It’s no thing, he uncomfortable in his own skin so he shoulda stopped
Before I cut him up coz he’s full of himself; I’ll put a Chree in a wooden box.
Hey he said he likes racist bars, what’s this fraud thinking?
Wait, see, he’s named Chree for the way he supports lynchings.

The only kinda Chree I wanna see… purple kush.
You tried to fight with Saviourself to give your verse a push,
you shoulda saved yourself the bother coz you’re worthless, shushh,
Hard to believe little Chree’s got fire for a Saviour, like the burning bush.

Those bars were so low quality, I think we all deserve an apology.
The only line you hit remains poverty, bob and weave your whole click full of Stalin Tweens.
II'm too much snap this dude like photography of a man won't even let your father speak.
Another French rapper AKA Drama queen, is that an accent or obnoxious speech?
You got it backwards like an Ostrich Knee.
When you rap that bad it's gonna cost you the lead.

Cost him the lead, how you pricing that dude?
You believe that kinda crap too? I think this is fictional talking chree, why he act Groot,
I went blank-checked out, cuz its surprising that's true since you don't write like you assign it value,
You said my mum n dad have white skin, they actually do,
Your parents are addicts that actively use,
Every week copping opiates, a packet or 2,
Cuz their backs are fucked from carrying you,
Youuu basement dwelling, stale fragrance smelling, Ill-fated lemming who feels greatest when in a racist setting, how did I get in the swing of degrading texting? I didn't plan to kill tree I just came n fell in

No gun in the UK you don't actually shoot.
you came to a gun fight with spatula tools
You get smoked like *"half of a yew"*
Thats a j in the back of my coupe.
You wish you were this naturally cool.

I’m burning Chree down, like a Wildfire
Your a deadman walking, Tombstone Pile-Driver
The Big Red Machine, I bring fire & Brimstone
Get Choke-Slammed, then slit ya Throat-Glands & he’s “chucking blood up” like Jim-Jones

I hear knocks on heavens door, what apocalypse is this?
A guy telling me to save myself from Jehovas fucking Witnesses
Out here polluting the atmosphere like Chrevron
But I'd rather get my brain operated on by L. Ron
My verses get chef's kiss like a broad dating Raekwon
This guy claims to be lyrical when his favorite songs are from Akon
And yo, you're writing The Blueprint like you think you're Jay-Z
But please, The Blueprint was written by KRS ONE

I don't consider Self a rival but this bullet got your name on it.
It's Self titled.

While he's sleeping I'll split'em in half and set Self apart from the rest like a woke individual.
Lowkey It's pitiful.
He really thinks he's still ownin'em.
He don't know he's Expendable.
I'll let somethin hot air.
Make ya Self look clean.
One shot will lift'em up.
The iron will boost Self a steam.
The heat will have him melt to the floor.
Then I'll mop the floor with him till his health gets poor.
After I spill his blood, I'll mop the floor with him again until he becomes Self absorbed.
If I catch Savior running...I'm holding him for ransom.
Savior money.
This don't require wealth.
If y'all don't want him to die a loan, no problem.
I'll bury you all buy your Self.
It's a family tree.
I'll have his momma wearing her Self on a shirt.
The Vanitee.
A real health scare.
You saw your blood on your clothes.
That's when you became Self-a-Wear.
Then you died and joined the most high.
Your flow expired.
That's why i passed through The Shaman.
It was to speak to the Ghost writer.

This cats name is Neonn like a dirty strip club.
So his ho gets 36 bucks for squirting fist fucks wearing purple lip gloss.
You didn't pass through me, I pass through you like ghouls do,
Cuz I mastered the craft of voodoo in the land of the Zambian Zulu.
Afrika Bambaataa molested you. So your childhood is sad.
Now he get's high all the time, Neonn's light-in' the glass,
Always fighting the past, but yo I'm typing too fast.
You write like a broken arm, I'm just signing the cast.

I said Neonn is light. Years behind the curve like Euclidian space-time.
Hitting bitches on facetime.
You used a Century on Self since you only like name rhymes.
But mines hit you in the chest like a proper bass line.

If he started his bars of with a fist fuck, i know he's fuckin sad.
So i paid my hoe 36 bucks...and told her to punch his ass.
The codewords Strip club...
That meant take every dollar he fuckin had.
I made her reach that pussy.
She's nice with the fist butt she's deadly with a fuckin jab.
That's why i paid her to beat that pussy.
She's strapped and she'll Getchu stretched.
Her name starts with a K and 36 bucks will get you wet.
She's strapped and she'll stick you up.
Her name starts with A K and 36 bucks will get you fucked.
You see that? Im elite with the range.
I saw "36 bucks" and started thinking of a handful of punches.
You think all i need is a name?

Seems you like sending bitches to do your Dirty-Work
I’ll SERVE you myself like I was moving Thirty-Birds
When I light this bitch up, there’ll be no Signs-Of-Neon
One thing us Guys-can-Agree-On, all it takes is a SWITCH & Lights-out-for-this-Peon
Fuck this ASSHOLE, your nothing but Gas that I Need-Gone
Straight walking this MUT, your a result of what happens when you Breed-Wrong

I bench press crazier & still body chess mania,
Every bitch I meet walks away with wet labia,
I'll drive by in the Porsche, tech spraying ya,
Its bald heads from the wheels when I X-savior,
Wasting the heat on these base-smelling neeks,
Ain't but a treat you look pussy flavoured to me,
When your hard talk's softer than stale jelly beans,
You're contradicting ya self cuz Sav-very sweet,
Talking about when you breed wrong n how he's a mut,
Wack, and I know now that you suck,
Cuz you said need gone n breed without any punch,
You shouldve used kneed & bred to flour it up

My shooters on a ‘drill for the paper’ so it’s “Bombs-Over-Baghdad”
Im Palm-N-This-Black-Mag, & twisting his top like a Glad-Bag
Suplex this Dudes-Neck on the Damn-Mat
& put ‘Mandela’ in a ‘Nelson’ & watch this bitch Tap-Fast
Hit you with Swift-Jabs & ‘Air Bag out’ like side rear Impact
This was a short-term Colostomy cause I’m done with this SHIT-BAG

Saviorself claims he sells. He's connected with some Spanish whore.
But the worst drugs I bought came directly from El Salvador.
Fiends didn't feel the crack at all, like ADHD and Adderall.
So business declined like after Karl Marx wrote Das Kapital.

My writing is on another level like the top shelf in libraries.
Higher than the Pyrenees, inspiring to climb the leagues.
But light MC's like you needs to open up your eyes and see.
What I'm saying is this kid-nee's a failure like Bright's disease.

What are you anyway? A Savior or a Hellraiser, a leg in each camp?
Johnny Blaze is Saviors alias, or is it Meth OD, Man?
Must be the last since he has no teeth like a tweaked tramp.
This Hell's Angel likes the biker gangs providing cheap crank.

Ayo fuck it, I'm riding the Clichés like a sponsored skateboarder.
Meanwhile, you're in your PJ's with a takeaway order.
He claims to be ill, but false affadavits is sacriledge.
He's back in the 90's, that's why he's wearing that baggy shit.

I'd write an Ebenezer Goode bar but who'd get it? Only me,
Plus I'm mad about that meth line & how you closed seemed weak,
Who still thinks Wu Tang references sound dope in frees?
Plus meth's manageable, you know how hard an OD be?

Up until that that bar you were doing great,
You were loving yourself, noob mistake,
I'll use a blade, the skin from ya chin to ya roof get flayed,
Have shaman really feeling shaman losing face

Bag Mandela can't remember: It's Wu Tang Forever.
This guy did more fucking shrooms than Terence McKenna.
So a single touch and he curls up quicker than snail antennas.
He's the fastest on track to turn bitch like Caitlyn Jenner.

Meth's managable? I'm sure you're an expert on the topic.
Matter fact, weren't you that guy married to Joe Exotic?
No, wait, this bitch is indigenous like Pocahontas.
From the slums of Johannesburg, so he know's ebonics.

Nah, fuck Bag Mandela and his aunt Jemima.
Mine a badman from the land Jamaica.
That hashbag you sold me couldn't be mediocre-er.
Cuz my bars are solid like gold from Ethiopia.

So lay off the opiates, and stop shaming the Shaman.
I don't wan't a Bag Mandela, that fella was a legend.
And stop hitting on your college professor, playing footsies.
This South African's a Disgrace, like J. M. Coetzee's.

That's a lot of south African angles you chose to write there,
But you'd know I'm from the UK if you just look
< right there,

N that right there shows your names more than relevant,
Shaman have blind belief & yours is prevalent,
Despite facing reality, a single thought develops n in their case that amounts to supporting evidence,

You strike me as less of an indigenous chief with religious beliefs and more of someone who trips for relief n assumes some kind of wisdoms achieved cuz while hitting ya peak you were thinking as deep as your limits'll reach, you probs say "you gotta experience it, it's not a thing you can teach",
That mystical peace has been decrypted by geeks, there are books on neurology in existence to read, Pihkal & Tihkal haven't meant our spirits are free, they've just given us E's,
And a list of ingredients with the means to assist in becoming a psychedelia Smith,

I've completed the lot, from mescaline n weed on a milder day,
To 60mg of dmt visiting hyperspace,
Think your 3rd eyes in shape, wide awake?
Unlikely mate, Bags tired of hate so I'll advise you straight,
That way, what in your life has changed since your last liberty caps date?
For every extract, tablet n cachet in your stash sha,
That's -1 for your cash sha, and your cachet,
I could be bolder n break him, but I'll be graceful n save him,
Or next time he rock up shay'll be flaking