Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

Do you come from South Africa? shit, no bro, where’s this prick’s home though? you’ve not got one, you’re a Brit hobo.
This ain’t South Africa, but these some sick flows so if I drop a cop’s corpse in the river it’s the limp-popo.
Wait, wait, let’s get back to basics,
You do come from SA. your dad’s a rapist.
So you know in both ways Bag relates if he got bad relations with Mandela like a massive racist,
If it it was up to this Mandela they would never even been emancipated, and damn fam I didn’t wanna have to say this,
Why you talking to TheShaman for? I’ll can tell your future free:
I’mma turn up at your door at night when it’s just you an’ me,
For all that shit you’ve been talking I’mma wound your knee,
for your cap I’mma put pop a cap in your cap like a stack of hats and that’s actual facts and it’s soon to be.

Was it the first time you battled Chree or the second? Both were close there’s no need to say,
But when you wrote a joke about ‘branching out’? Either way. Either way it could’ve gone either way.

Ay, Mandela..

I know where you live, so you better hide your wife and your kids.
When I'm taking your life you're saying goodnight without any kiss.
Nah, I'm just playing. We know he ain't enacting the Brady Bunch.
That shit was written during heroin withdrawals like Naked Lunch.

He's in love with this confused bitch, babbling with the government.
So I have to smoke the hooker like the caterpillar in Wonderland.
Tell him this is the real world: It's just some e-girl, not a deep pearl.
Stay healthy. And go take a selfie with the Oracle in Delphi.

Cuz if you take the wrong step, thinking it's an open invitation,
You'll have bats chasing you like Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.
You couldn't have a sober conversation when I wrote my dissertation,
Let alone decode the information in the opening of Matrix.

So just relax and let the Shaman cook.
I open minds like an ancient book.
Newbies only move straight like rooks,
But like castling the king, I can bend the rules.

..
And Virb beat me to it, but he can get it later.
For me it's second nature.
I'll seal his fate or have him flee his state like a meditator.

Virb posted 50 mins before you, what a piss take,
If takes you that long to write you need to stop and think mate,
I usually rattle mine out while on a shit break,
If you enter LLL you'll have to phone work & cop a sick day,

Ahh yes, "decoding the matrix", how could I simply forget bout
That thing said by people with cranial room so big they could rent out,
You are the matrix, at first I was thinking ya fresh now after seeing the sequels it's a bit of a let down,

I'm being honest, straight with conversating bout how you've dropped in ratings but it's not frustrating,
I'll assume I've just caught you ovulating,
N I stay outside, too cold, that's why I body sha king,

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w024RTi2lIg


You're getting bent overbackwards in rap like Daily yoga
Daily quotas every time you lose from stepping in the booth like Haley Owens
These are your baby moments, dad one eightied on ya.
Ray liotta when I shoot and dump this fool in lake kyoga
I'm dropping so much heat you get taken out like A.C motors.
I havent seen so much salt since saline donors
No theories when I drop this Big Bang on Kaley cuoco.
You're up shits creek in a beijing rowboat.

Made in china you think you're putting in work until the babies sign up.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=unQ-vOagHWQ

Oh, so he ain't a rookie after all. I guess he can think straight.
But I'll mess up his head in either chess, boxing or a blitz game.
I ain't on the john when I'm on the job, leaving traces for the cops.
You're like Donald Trump. Just making random shit up on the spot.

If we put a beat on like Chree, I just rhyme a setup with the punchline.
But Chree is small money like I'm paying for a bonsai.
You're in outer space, tryna throw shade up on the sunshine.
I'm old school, Rappers. Delight is on, like you're checking if I'm online.

Chree, I've got crack in my fingers, cuz I heard you snappin'.
Now he's salivating. So when I snap my fingers the staff with tap him.
That means he gets water from the rock like his name was Moses.
I just paid some cholos to wake this bozo up, cuz it was baking soda.

So skip your daily yoga class. I'll run you over like an overpass.
Leave this body rotting on the street without a soul attached.
I turn the heat up like the turfs in Greece when I'm burning Chrees.
I'll put it in my will to kill you, cuz this is murder in the first degree.

Dude thought he had a brief ascension.
How you gonna let your hair line look like Lisa Simpsons.
He's claiming higher power something shamanistic.
You rap on another *plane* with loss of both engines,
Your punchlines aren't even a box to piss in.
I'll make you think you're lord of the rings two towers then go Nine Eleven.
I'll snap dogs neck like I AM LEGEND.
You'll need two more body bags for the next kid.

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Chree

Dude thought he had a brief ascension.
How you gonna let your hair line look like Lisa Simpsons.
He's claiming higher power something shamanistic.
You rap on another *plane* with loss of both engines,
Your punchlines aren't even a box to piss in.
I'll make you think you're lord of the rings two towers then go Nine Eleven.
I'll snap dogs neck like I AM LEGEND.
You'll need two more body bags for the next kid.

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You ain’t ever bark, you just make whines, you’re not really Chree, see I heard on the grapevine
You’re Soar Kaid back with more bait lines, and saying go slit your wrists ain’t a hate crime if the phrase rhymes,
So I’ll tell you to cut yourself and that’s straight fine, since you’re a Chree and a Soar at the same time.
Wait, see, he ain’t Chree, he’s just a shrub, a fucking scrub, not a great pine…
I just wanna help their growth when I fought with a rival…
Sequoias burn and reseed as a sort of revival so it’s forming a cycle, see, Chree needs this kinda fire to ensure his survival.

Talking to TheShaman about Lord of the Rings but it’s quite bizarre, why’d do you write the bar? this shit’s twice as hard;
Two Towers? You ain’t get held in high regard, a magic man attacked by a Chree ain’t a wise facade, bitch this isn’t Isengard.

Virbius is spitting straight superfluous verbiage.
Working himself so hard he had 33 hernias.
But when I insert it in his bitch's cervix it's surgical.
No need to be curteous. I made her take it like birth control.

Nah, I'm actually a gentleman. Just with technical rhyme skills.
And so is Virb, living on the curb, while paying her light bills.
Once he sucked a fag; he took a drag. But she laced it with NyQuil.
So he woke the next day in pain like ladies in high heels.

I'm just kidding; saying he's getting laid is actually flattering.
When he's a Tolkien fan and loves playing Magic the Gathering.
You can find him at Comicon with a pot belly and a pony tail.
Frothing over some limited edition like it was the Holy Grail.

Yo, this phony's frail. If his homie fell he won't be posting bail.
So don't mix it up and get shocked when Ernest Goes to Jail.
He's mad I'm being honest, so he needs some AC and air vents.
I'm just saying he's a has-been. That's why Virb is past tense.

Who you foolin this time?! I’m the SAVIOR the one whose truly divine
Ascending from the bluest of skies & prophesy to the truest of minds
But also came to rid of faggotry so I’m scorching Chree & V
Setting these souls on fire as I’m torching these forest deities
VIRB ain’t about that ACTION, so DeNOUNce The Name
I’m BOOSTING the crime rate when I put this 4 Pound To Your Frame

I get the bitches pussies PUMPING like Massive Gains
Think you Attracting Dames?!
This Bastards Face no one could stomach like Gastral Pain
I don’t need PSYCHEDELICS to lift ya soul into the Astral Plane
Shaman off the Ayahuasca if he thinks he’s Flowing Proper
I’m Holding Choppas, leaving slugs Scolding in ya third eye chakra

In your woman's eyes I'm the Statue of David: The ideal man.
Your science's so old you think the soul resides in the pineal gland.
So it's easy to ascertain why this genius get's massive gains.
He's watching pornos, shooting hormones like he's Batman's Bane.

Didn't you see the memes? The observation is very astute.
A body builder's just a small guy wearing a suit.
So when ppl see this body, they'll see me rip his head apart.
Cuz it's just a small guy on your chest like The Rock has Kevin Hart.

And btw, stop fucking writing bars in bright turquoise.
This tortoise like superficial things like Turtle from Entourage.
You're just a basic bob, tryina pep it up like shit is K-pop.
But it's just horrible looking gang tags. That's an MS paint job.

I don't want to highlight to see bars with no highlights to see.
Meanwhile, I'm laying whitelines without a fine art degree.
There's a fine line between upping your name and defiling the streets.
I hope this toy is ashamed. He's off track like I'm bombing the train.

What’s this heffer snorting?
Thinking you a killer get ya shit curbed like Edward Norton
Ya mother should’ve had you aborted, & left you a dead fetus
Instead we’ve gotta deal with this inept penis
Who thinks if he spreads diseases it’ll make him an ill bred genius
Bombing trains?! You never tagged a spot or rocked a burner
I put on a stocking CAP, ambushed ya club sha & shot the workers

Haha yeah, I'm Edward Norton, but a little taller and handsome.
I'll have your whole fam in the back of a van, calling for ransom.
This cat's an abomination, his disbelief I found amazing.
I never tagged a spot? I did a wholetrain in a crowded station.

And that shit's on a DVD somewhere for your confirmation.
You weren't even baptised yet.. Yo, this cunt was pagan.
So when I'm saying I bombed the train I'll still get to heaven.
Cuz we were in the underground, reaching the reels like 7/7.

You didn't think I was hardcore, but I'm sick as a psych ward.
The only thing I didn't do is breakdance on the cardboard.
This ain't just side sport, it's The Gospel of Hip Hop.
So when I'm dropping the pick up, you can call it a stick up.

Yo fuck it... Savior's saying I'm impotent. Wtf is this indolence?
I'll give his bitch the cramps, but not from her periods.
He's really feeling himself, like he's beating his meat again.
Jordan Peterson has this incel talking shit on the interwebz.

The Way You Rhyme Says "Pseudo Rapper", Dude Is Flip'n Dumb He's A Judo Master...
I'm Drakon The Brutal Crafter, It Takes Guts To Face Me I'll Deface You & Remove Those After...
You Consider Yourself A Sick Author But That's Just Not Gonna Sit Proper...
I Want Smoke With TheShaman Like The Assist Offer From A Witch Doctor...
Got A Trey For This Pussy Ass Except This Shocker Is A Clip Dropper...
Squeeze Til You Hear The Sound Of An Arm Clicking Like The Tik Tok From A Wrist Watch...
Honestly, You Should Thank Those Smaller Contesters For Giving You All Of Their Efforts...
I'm What You Call A Regressor, I Revert Back To A Weaker Form To Brawl With A Lesser...
I Play Here With The Dweebs Sometimes, You're A New Face Be Punched...
You Lay Some Raps That's Simplistic & Like RAYGUN At The Olympics...Ya Too Basic To Stunt...
You Don't Deserve A Homonym, I Only Got Those For The Strong &'em...
You're A Shaman Then? As A Demon To A Medium Who Connects To Spirits You Better Call A Jinn...
Yeah I Said Collagen With No Reference To The Term, Like Randomly Saying "College Inn"...
Now I'm Just Saying Dumb Shit That'll "Suit This Fool" Like A Harlequin...

That's Enough...

That's enough... to qualify as average guff,
Your punches aren't up to par cuz the landings rough,
Golf bars? Fuck that, this self proclaimed master sucks,
You'll get clipped for that loud shit like maxing LUFS,
Your scrapbooks got punched pockets with your favourite scabs in em,
You think breaking bads shit n write Neighbours fan fiction,
You custom made a black fitted with "Frankie says relax" written so you and your mates would match in ya next laser tag mission,
You fuck your sister daily and with a maniacs rhythm,
but fail to pass jism without the visual stimulus of a baby's baptism,
You'll find him on his way to act in a porn play in accrington where all males are cast in n his fate is transition from getting his gaping ass ridden to going in to drain pipes like he became a plastician

Shut Up Frodo, You're A Brit I Don't Want To Hear About Incest From You...
You Talk Too Much About Swallowing Loads Right After You Ingest A Few...
You're Not Just A Bottom Tier You're A Bottom In Sodom, You're Not A Queer?
Oh...But You Are Obsessed With A Ring You're Not Fit For, We Have A Gollum Here...
No Seriously, Dude...Keep Your Mouth Closed Your Breath Is Raunch It Haunts,
Not Only Are You A Skunk With A Rotten Mouth But You're Too Nonchalant As A Nonce Savant...
Weak & Depraved, Admit It You're A Creep In His Ways, You Keep Kids In A Cage...
You're Stupid & Flawed Like That Tooth In Your Jaw, Everyday Your Wisdom Decays...
You Do Nothing But Babble Weak Punches & Over Stretch Lines...
You Operate Daily With An "I Do Blow For Stress" & A "No Regrets" Mind...
Ya Dick Squeezer...You Look At School Kids When You Step Out For A Quick Breather...
My Stimulus Is A Baby Baptism? What Do We Calls Yours? A Brit Milah...

Stay In Virb's Shadow

You a portmanteau of drake n akon bumba sniffer,
That's sausages dunked in milk a horrible fuckin mixture,
Convict papi, or champagne convict would've figured,
it's got you at the titty bar stage, stood on it punching strippers,
What were the alternatives? Dr Cube? Emidre?
50 dogg? DMGK?
Extra gay, second rate, so sub-featherweight you levitate,
But what you said was straight,
My standards clearly light, I lack the need to fight,
Calling me the worst rapper here is right,
Ex-criminal too, my past is smeared in strife, Its nothing new that I dropped-racketeerin life

God witness as Chree turns Bag into a Bomb Victim.
You're phat like Barbara Stinson but I'm a hair taller like Marge to Simpson.
want to punchline spar and I'll kick ya. out of windows they all aww in envy.
I'm Bullyin him making gold bars with pen ink

You said you're taller like marge yeah,
But your teeth all look like Barts hair,
Say you drop bullion bars, I'm calling it half fair,
Cuz when you're real we can see there's always a mark there,
An abnormally large pair of balls hang beneath me,
Plus my dicks massive, meaty,
Gigantic, freaky,
Tucks into my socks above my ankles neatly,
It makes bitches feel happy & glad to meet me,
Good job you don't get embarrassed easy with that sub-average measly baby carrot weenie,
It may well be useful to wank discreetly but hos assume you're still developing when you flash your teensy,
You're improving albeit slowly, I'll pat ya back,
We're battling in 1-2, I hope you smash it lad,
But grab me, get checked out, that's how I answer that,
Question whether I feel like a plastic bag

Sifting through the bins, because I'm starved again

ur bitch loves to watch while im pressing in incline
why tf should i worry about this bag when im already in mine
if we get in the ring u would get surely slaughtered
ull get a black guy/eye from the right…turn mandela to herschel walker
& id say id body bag but i kno others have murdered the angle
if anything from bag went over ur head u fs deserve to be strangled
this glock getting silenced like its statements are taboo
shit the way im tote n a strap…u could say im a bag too

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8KfIYs4bL88

Hey it's an organism, back in the day we called it a normal nigga.
:Award

This guy's thin as a scare crow, but he thinks that he's Rambo.
So when I stick a knife in his trap, I'll skin him to Bare bones.
He's leading you down the wrong path, bro. Like an outdated sat nav.
Its apparent he's trans. So dont put your hands on this Bare trap.

I had 3 disciples change beliefs inside you like we're in the Bible.
Im just saying he was lied to. Why? Cuz Im Evil, Ryu.
So now he's sniffing hide glue. Getting higher than my IQ.
Thats why he has a bird's eyeview, despite him being 5'2".

I'll put his whole fam in cemetaries, cuz they lack the pedigrees.
Bare has Chree scratching his back.. guess thats the Bare Necessities.
Matter fact, he's catching HIV since Chree is riding Bare back.
These faggots forgot their seatbealts when I smacked them like an air bag.

If Chree put out a song, it's pride month: Youtube will have this fag flagged.
If I put out a song, it's getting shared max like it's the Nasdaq.
Without a fucking hashtag. But let's fast track cuz we're passed that.
Battle rap is a capella lol.. this guy's a class act like he's Jack Black.

How was my one bar better than all you've written.
Your lines never connect It's like the chords are missing.
Even in your visions it looks like your still washing dishes

shaman i been waiting on u to say something

ur the type of loser i always reviled in this hobby
ofc ur avi is ai art...ur both shitty at using styles that u copy
hell ask "what prompted this" when i punch his throat then his eye
then ask that about my verse so he can try to make it on open ai
ur bottom tier skills all need improvement
the way bare bodyin shaman we should start callin him druid
he takes this dying art too serious, he thinks god channeled him
ur time's better off spent like ur namesake religion...stop practicin
stepping into this scene is something hell actually regret
copied indigenous religion, saw rap n thought let me steal from black ppl next
its 'ree-yu' u 'ree-tard,' but what am i pressing this chump for
ur mispronouncing my name...like ur bitch saying who she wants to fuck more

You've been waiting so patiently! So now it's time to see the doctor, B.
I'm a Nobel laureate performing brain surgery through endoscopy.
That just means you're lucky. See, you practically won the lottery.
But my lawyer has three law degrees, so no apologies if I rupture spleens.

It's so cute he's been waiting on me like he's serving hors d'oeuvres.
I guess he heard of my oevre without having learned it from Murdoch.
I mispronounced your name? What a shame. You focus on the sound effects?
Yo this clown is deaf. He'll have a horn up his ass when I pronounce him dead.

This closet racist's saying I engage in cultural appropriation.
Really..? Next thing he's blaming me for adultery and fornication.
That view's more outdated than British royalty's coronation.
He still thinks there's a correlation between color and qualification.

You say battle rap's a dying art. To me that's a little bit decietful.
But I ain't really a Die Hard fan like I didn't see the sequels.
I've yet to meet my equal. But I guess I'll just let fate decide.
Things havn't really been the same ever since the legend Bender died.

mentioned a legend, should be him instead of u breathing
speaking of bender, maybe u should go on one just to meet him
whoevers controlling this npc isnt prompting him right
how come ur posts dont get deleted like all the other bots on this site
who ever the mods are, stop letting him loose
says hes not a die hard fan but u act just as demented as bruce
u quoted everything i said wrong, i see ur a bad reader
talking about "correlation between color and qualification"...buddy u have neither
dude calls himself shaman cuz he wants magical traits
i hope that wish gets granted thru the contraction of aids

Turn this Philippina into Iwo Jima nothing but my middle fingers.
Putting you through the ringer in rap youre just a fetus you could never defeat us.
You look for a satisfaction in the mirror you need it.
I'm putting shells on ur back like a scarab or beetle.
I'm the pharaoh I mean it I can spot u like a glare on a cheetah.

Yo this pest's a bother
he keeps repeating the same old mantra
as if he took a page from Kafka
he wakes up buggin' like Gregor Samsa
I'll take a Benihana knife to slice his veins and after
that I'll eat his brains like Jeffrey Dahmer in an enchilada
but since it's made of emmentaler it tastes like nada
so I'll have to put extra salsa to try to create some fire
I'm a pain in the ass yo, I'm the devil's lawyer
I had him crying like Jerimiah
when I raped his daugther and gave her trauma
just because that pussy was Tight like Better Carter
I made her Strip like the place was Gaza
she tried to resist like an Intifada
but I violated all rights from the United Nations Charter
and then I set her face on fire like Isreali fighters
I'm nothing to play with, I ain't Made in China
I'll give you a taste of your future like an Asian diner
it's safe to say I'm better than this entire god forsaken line up
you'll never reach my height like the Ghengis Khan Empire
you're far behind like ancient times with all outdated science
I always make it in time, even in the eleventh hour
and I'm making a dime, but it's to the eleventh power
I'll never take ­a 9 to 5, I'll Path Kids by selling Sour
do the dirty work and hurry home to take a shower
yo, you and your wife hate each other
so she gave me a scintillating offer
she wanted me to hold a tape recorder in the naked sauna
while she made my Jimmy disappear like it's name was Hoffa
she makes out with me like she's tryna take my tonsils
but that ain't enough for me, so I took her Maid of Honor
I'm God in bed, kinda like Tupac, cuz I laid Madonna
but I'll have a snake pop out of the cake at the baby shower
I'm like an Arabian sheik in my araba, making para
and I can keep destryong shit like I'm painting Dada
but I ain't like you just saying bla bla bla bla
so now the Shaman's out like I'm taking Ayahuasca ...

alot of filler bars r u leaking collagen?
He always wanted to rap but this bitch needs college n this
dudes screaming out hoping someone will acknowledge him.
no-ones studying ur shit bars we arent ecologists.
whats a self proclaimed god to an ID allah gyst.
Foundation shaking so much the columns are split.
The only real line is the when the makeup reaches ur neck.
It's uneven at best I wreck u with my feeblest texts.
U use small rhymes but atleast ur ego is big.
My lines still put casinos in debt.
What you lack is advanced lingo and depth.
The only difference between u and Smegal is meth.

I am God. You don't believe in me? Just ask Siddharta when you pass Nirvana.
And you can be a G too. As long as you don't practice Dharma with the Dalai Lama.
Chree's supposed to reach for the light, so I might teach this padawan his karma.
Nah, nevermind. I'm God, so I don't need a Chree when I'm casting manna.

In his past live he was Kurt Cobain: At the pearly gates he did a B&E.
Cuz Dante said when you commit suicide you're forever doomed to be a Chree.
So now let's tear up his roots like he's Tupac and I shoot with Keefe D.
Nah, it's funny.. I feel nothing when I smoke Chree. Like I'm doing CBD.

This shit about to get uglier then coyote
To summon the shaman I take some peyote
See he just wants the true inner self
So I show him this SAVIOR delivers hell & sends shots till ya liver fails
I’m the gruesome champ, Benoit with the winners belt
Ya spirits frail, I’ll take you to the crucifixion that’s how this sinners dealt
Nails pierce ya wrist, spears thru ya ribs I see the fear in this bitch
This is the Salem Trials, I’m impaling this witch

The Savior ain't ready. We're still months away from Judgement Day.
Your dame is definitely sexy. But she oscillates between love and hate.
So she gives me Deep Throat like the informant's name in Watergate.
I didn't want to break the news to you like an Asian fortune cake.

You may be woke, but you're not awake. I only fucked her cuz I lost a bet.
I said I didn't have chlamydia on our date. So I burned her on the stake.
Shouldn't your avatar be thorns and nails instead of skull and chains?
Fuck it, it doesn't matter. Empty heroin syringes: It's all in vain.

We'll get to see him go insane when he get's stung by the cactus.
Like he's accepted in the Hall of Fame and we're all hired actors.
But he's just drunk like a crackhead. So this celebrity get's stuck.
He'll be lying on the Walk of Fame, cuz Self-he with The Rock.

I'm eloquent as fuck. But you had a hunch like back in Notre Dame.
Centurion on the Via Dolorosa: I'll have The Savior on the walk of pain.
You're not the same when I cross your lane. You'll end up with a foggy brain.
So everytime they call my name it's like escaping with a ball and chain.

(I'm not sure if the syringes bar have been used before. Maybe I used it before myself, lol. But anyway, it's just a cypher..)

Is it fortune cake or fortune cookie?
I'm dead, u kid-in with that shit?
Well time for your abortion rookie/

One quick look an i can tell you are queer,
I know you ain't talking 'bout avy pics?
Shiiit, bitch I can smell you from here/

Just another pretentious cunt,
coming with a tendentious stunt,
Putting on a sententious front, right?
like flicking on a torch when camping,
sooner or later your in-tent-shuns come to light/

Stop pretending bum, you not taking shots like a abstentious drunk
I’m the resurrection of PUN with such an infectious tongue
Let the Wesson dump, just waiting for me to bust like he was edging off spunk
I’ll Set It Off punk, in this match I’m taking Money From The Bank
& coming for sweet victory like a gas station honey pack
Letting off slugs, I’m packing pistols Bav
Bring you to the feet of the SAVIOR your just a sacrificial lamb

I'll crack your skull open on the end of a bar, incredibly hard,
No more sav-in the game when I pull his memory card,
Look you goon, in your sex life you basically fuck balloons,
Your Grindr usernames Luv2Spoon,
You've got an inflatable doll you apologise to when you cum too soon,
I'm charismatic, your cars a matic n yous a man who'll need to use a manual to read the user manual that explains how to use a manual,
I bee somewhere smoking fresh pollen,
Your current bitch - voldemort, ya ex - gollum,
Bring death on em, Beats I beat my chest on em,
Catch me in a race with a spoon I rain eggs on em,
Ya wife's tits I nest on em, rest on em,
VIP guest on em,
If its war you'll be covered in red dots I flecks on em,
I'll have ya mums fanny packed with a dick like a stool,
You wear a fanny pack to hide your boner when you drop ya kids off at school,
Act like I won't end on a set up,

you know sucking dick is his Next journey,
Cash for text got me Stretching Bags longer than the set up on his Text Tourney.
Talking Money? but you ain’t on no fly shit lookin sluggish,
For death? I’ll just carry on Bags like we paid for extra luggage.
Can’t believe they haven’t canceled fella yet?
Throw enough combos his skull will ask how long will the Mandela Effect?
I go sight seeing while getting my dick sucked it’s scenic,
You’ve been on this site kissing ass for so long that you unlocked an achievement.
You won’t be breathing while I’m pushing his scalp,
It’s like an ambulance team once they pull up they start Rushing you for help.

Rican Theories? Nah, his vision’s a blur,
He claims he’s profound, but he’s barely mature.
I dissect his lines, slice ‘em up with precision,
Each word’s a collision, it lacks any vision.
I’m Lady Death,
cutting through with finesse,
Your theories collapse under weight, nothing’s left.
You talk like you’re deep, but you’re scraping the surface,
I’m slaying your verses, exposing your worthless.
Massachusetts can’t save you, your name’s just a myth,
I come with the flame, and I burn where you drift.
So Rican, you’re weak, better step from the throne,
It’s Lady Death’s kingdom, I’m claiming my own.

Yo, Chree's in the cypher, but he ain't even rappin',
Interruptin' the flow, like he don’t know what happened.
Talkin' all loud, like his mouth is a weapon,
But every time he speaks, it's a vibe that he's wreckin'.

Tryna flex knowledge, but he’s missin’ the proof,
Words sound hollow, like he’s twistin’ the truth.
Actin’ all tough, like he’s raisin’ the roof,
But we know he's just fakin' like a mythical spoof.

He’s a static buzz, while we stayin' in tune,
Droppin’ weak bars, like he’s clutchin’ balloons.
We on fire, while he’s coolin’ too soon,
Talkin’ outta turn, now he’s catchin’ the doom.

Blabberin' nonsense, it's time that he hush,
Words spillin' out, like he’s caught in a rush.
Droppin' dead weight, man, his talk is a crutch,
He’s steppin’ in the cipher, but ain’t adding much.

Take the bbc out of your mouth and put it in your ass

Lady Death? Talkin', boring, I ain't moved by the quaint grove,
Actin' grim like saints move, she's not at ease, won't faint, though.
No saint of breath alarm me? Your bars cut shallow, no bite in your cleft,
You claimin' you’re lethal? With deep thoughts? Just talkin' 'bout a vibe, probably sits on it to stay alive.

Neck tight, say they wreck vibes, but who are you foolin' with those eyes?
You stepped in the cypher, but it’s you who’s coolin'.
Talkin' dimes 'bout proof to find, but where's your receipts?
All I hear’s a ghost, just whisperin' beats.

You think you’re ice cold, but I’ll light that flame,
Bringin' heat to the reaper—now remember my name.
I’ll analyze and dismember every lyric you render,
Munchin' the tune? I lasso the Castle—I'm a high-flyer contender.

You’re stuck on the ground, swingin' scythes at the sky,
Call yourself Death, but I'm the coroner, passin' you by.
With a surgical buzz saw, I dissect your speech,
Bury you deeper than your vibe could ever reach.

You talk ruthless, say you’re bringin' the doom,
But the only thing dead is your cypher room.
Don’t tarry; my words carry through and consume,
Decipher my life—I've boomed while you’re still in the gloom.