Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

i just got here but i already smell the whack
so can god, and that's why he ain't comin' back
Eko Ren is that a name i missed the subtlety
50 posts in one year? whose gonna take you seriously?

gettin' heavy? dog you're depressing all of us, stop
even takin' shots you wouldn't be liftin spirits up!
your style hurts to sit through thank god son
nobody took the gamble of makin' you record an album

in need of wits, here, take a big swig of my shit
having done that you still couldn't fake being sick!

Omis Cid is from France, so I'll hit him with a Paris punch
The French are cowards, their role in a war?..PREPARE US LUNCH!

You can't be a world power til u pick up a knife or rifle, coward...
Shoulda let Hitler devour your life and destroy the Eiffel Tower!

Cid informed me today he's straight..coulda swore you were gay,
You said it before but I ignored you...cuz only a homo wears a beret

Pardon me, MCMD, but the only bitch I see
In the thread that rests above me is clearly this dude C-i-d
And for the record, "Getting Heavier" is put there automatically
Watch this Euro trash get slapped with American voracity
Just consider me a simile for older brethren
Eko's fine, but some know me as Master Ren the Independent
I spit the truth like I'm ascendent, but son, you don't even rhyme
There wasn't a shed of complexity in your half-assed lines
If you think you could step to me, you're out of your mind
I'm one of the toughest contenders you'll probably ever find
Simply embarrass you, and have your bitch cosign
Saying "maybe you should find something else to do with your time"

euro trash? i'm from the country of french kissin
what u know as using your mouth to open mustard packagin'
america's lost all credibility on the world stage look, listen
to the millions of the world's citizens burnin the flag of your nation
called master ren the independent is that a way to boost morale?
and avoid showing us that your first name's racially profiled?
i hate siding with the system but in this case i've got to
ron paul's right: the wall in the south is so mexico ain't exposed to you
your career as well is shit, royalties earned from your sold discs
will leave you runnin' after the garbage truck with a grocery list!

Before you go on dissin', maybe you should look and listen
The United States of America is practically the world's religion
I don't just say this just because it's the country that I live in
But, the internet's our domain and that's English you're deliverin'
And speaking of states, Hip Hop was created in New York
So unless that's heavy metal lyrics, you clearly love us, dork
In fact, you really want to meet us, even beat us, the world fears us
You would even love to be us -- every single day, you see us
You hate our government, and for that, I don't blame you
But, rich people are in France, too, and they're just the same, dude
That attitude will get you nowhere, especially here in this poet's lair
I'll exhibit a command of my native language in ways that aren't fair
In fact, this is kind of overkill, but the fact is, I don't care
I'll just sit here and abuse you like jokes about ginger hair
In any case, you should go tell you friends what you learned today
Americans really aren't jokes, and we don't play, we prey

nice spit...here goes,
like every religion the US' reign is imposed by tyrants
English your language? brought to you by European migrants...
i don't want to be you, complex of superiority much? i trust
you won't be touched like a yeast-infected slut with her panties ina bunch
but i'm also from canada your northern neighbour and supplier
in wood AND oil...unless your rhymes will keep you hot this winter?
and getting raped is deep seated in the american psyche
you loved gettin' your colin stuffed by bush's dick cheney!
call up hollywood man they might help you pretend
that you're not a complete joke, simply the butt end
blah..

Ok ive about had enough of these wack flows your thinkin are mad dope seriously omis cid you best be layin of the crack smoke//
ill leave your back broke as am takin your last hope and these lyrics are the truth i hope you could stand to cope//
with the fact that you cant rap im like an animal on the prowl waitin for my chance to attack//
im not cuttin you any slack a real emcee blows peoples minds like a raodside bombing in iraq//

Substance talking about broken backs,sounds like something a faggot would say,the little smile face shooting the gun is the only heat youll ever spray

Jhh i fucked your mother , with no rubber , under a cover , now youve got an extra brother

"broke the rubber, busted a nut up in your mother, so tell me how you feel about having another little brother?"- Eminem..


it's obvious you're on Eminem's dick, spitting all that recycled shit
so as i toss this 'T.N.T' stick.. watch how fast i blow your fans away bitch
you're just a fake hip hop artist.. rocking contacts but hoes never holler
and me saying you're dope.. is about as real as saying hookers only charge a dollar
and damn right peace doesn't exist, but there's gonna be peace once i get you to quit
cause you lie in your songs.. worse then any relationship i ever been in with a bitch
how stupid can one man be, don't even got the intelligence to write a dope rhyme
than you get your ass kicked by a speshel ed student.. that dont even need a punch line

The way this dude raps explains his username.
Special Ed? Yah that explains why your raps are fucking lame.
What a shame, you claim a lot of shyt people already said.
Your material sucks, but I shouldn't expect much from a dude whos brain dead.
Acting all tough, this dude probably sleeps with nightlight on when he goes to bed.
Dudes more stupid then that faggot fred and has more air in his head then a fucking airhead.
This dude is a result when a elephant and a donkey crossbred.
I should put a end to your misery and stomp you out like a skinhead.

You suck to much to post? Nah, just to stupid.
My shyt is so vivid, it leaves this retard frigid.
Leave your house splatterd with red liquid and lighter fluid.
Then rape your girl with no lube cuz I love it when pussy is fucking rigid.

no metaphors or similes? bitch, you're helpless
your flow sucks so bad hookers get jealous
i get hoes, you'll never be remotely close to me
i bag bitches, you bag groceries
your bars are hella stretched, you fucking retard
after reading your verse, i was covered in stretch marks

6 lines? ight your fucking cool bro.
Your so fucking good, i have to admit you got special eds flow.
Slow, deficient, and retarded.
My vomit is bombs bytch, get fucking bombarded.
Your words are discarded, already I forgot what you said.
This dude goes hard as whole white wonder bread.
Dude drop dead, I don't care about smiles or metaphors.
I'm not in high school anymore or hanging with illiterate sophomores.
And your not original, your the 20th person who relates shyt to dirty whores.

Voyce box? More like a high pitch, bytch esophagus.
Dissing me dude? Ahh man, tsk-tsk.
This dude is as important as a dead dogs carcass.
I'm grievous, I'm mischievous so don't try to put on a front.
I bet this dude probably types with one hand in his nuts.
Jacking off to that pic of random shyt with chicks.
When really his hiding the fact that he loves dicks.

After what I just read I said "rapbattles, man fuck-this-place
More "nameless" emcees? I seem to always kill "whats-his-face"
I'm "sick with the flow" everyone knows my shit is hot-and-diseased
My first "assault with a deadly" was at a cypher I "shot the breeze"
You rap plenty about dicks homie and speakin' of hoes...
Does ya mom know you text battle while you wearin' her clothes?
You a cock sucker son, and there's no way you can fade it
Even if you fucked Kim Kardashian we'd still call you a faggot
Get off rapbattles dude, you a "has been" with no "hay day"
So go cry to your parents, but tell ya ma that I "say hey"

You call me a namless emcee when really who the fuck are you.
Dude your arent hard, your tough as tofu.
Can't rap brah, you should read raps how-to.
Your raps sinew is the same of doo-doo.
Ooooo, looks like someones acorns turned into big nuts.
You act like i really give a fuck,
When really I say "What The Fuck?"

Bytch, it's that asshole WhatsHisFace.
10 lines dude? You should keep up with my pace.
My flow is more dope then weed and coke interlaced.
I'm spitting sick shyt so hows dose it fucking taste?
Someone should really give me some toothpaste.
Dude your ryhmes are slow, this isn't a snail race.

Dude your words are boring,I'm going to take a cat nap.
And while I do that, go ahead and write your yip yap.
Cuz if you have something to say take it with my ass crack,
cuz his the only one who really gives a crap.

How are you ill, when eveybody knows how whack you are
Even if you could catapult your rhymes, you still wouldnt reach my level by far

My shit is R rated I leave emcees bloody and grisly
But on the comedic side it's funny, it took two bitches to diss me
Who the fuck is this guy? It might as well be ANONYMOUS
And BOS is so BOSS the bitch could only afford ONE "S"
Kid writes 17 lines, too bad they're nothin but bags-of-trash
And I wrote 20 bitch since I'm TWICE as good as your faggot ass

And as for you "BOS", you spit TWO lines and you egress
Ya can't afford the "O" punk which just makes your shit "BS"
Ya punch was whack too kid, why the fuck are you rappin?
I took a look at your life dawg, I still ain't stopped laughin
Whats his face and bos yall are faggots can't hide it
So get the fuck out the cypher and go fuck eachother in private

ill c the gayweight wanna be to me sounds like a faggot mc//
cant help but tempt me to diss ya hell your even to gay to have a picture//

Ok ILL-C, I still don't see the point your making.
Me and Bos will run up on you and your mom so bytch start shaking.
I'll eat your moms out with a side of eggs and bacon.
Will Bos chops you up and orders your fucking coffin.
I'll blow your house up the same why bytchs bomb bus's in London.
Then eat the girl of your dreams out before I stuff her into a oven.

You think you can diss two people, bro you can't even handle me.
Your a rapper wannabe and I think even Bos agrees.
I've heard better stuff from the neighborhood druggies.
You can't rap bro, someone give this guy a book on how to rap for dummies.
This is to easy, 13 posts already and we say you should leave.
Your voice means nothing, so stop being so naive.

was bout to start poppin thought you talkin to me
was Whatshisface and Bos sendin shots at ill-c
stray bullets be get ni**as killed in the hood
just dropped this verse let you know that shitz all good

Yo whatshisface, i aint your bro
I was born clean while youre a son of a hoe

I hate to kill ya, it's funny watching ya two hoes dance
I got Bos shook... and caused a dysfunctional romance
Whatshisface got his dick in Bos' mouth and he tries to blast me
Takes it out every so often just to hear Bos talk to him nasty
You really elevatin Bos ya two lines is startin to bite
But anybody has a better day with a second look at your life! HAHA!

No name emcee tries to "cross" me, prepare to get "crucified"
But it's like I don't even kill you, ya own lyrics are suicide
Whathisface is like crack, starts off with a hit-and-a-blast
But ultimately, your rhymes are nothin but shit-in-ya-pants
I'm kickin-this-man, it ain't assault I'm just whippin'-his-ass
Watch me smack these two whack fucks like a hoe by a pimp-with-his-hands

My every spit is a classic,
Off the top like a starter...
When life trys to fuck me,
Only makes me cum harder...
... If you're the best, then I digress,
My words will make connection...
So I suggest, respect my 'ness,
and get you some protection...
If its that way, your sick you say,
... I'll show you what's in store...
My super shotty 'anti-body',
... For sure will have a cure...

ill have you thumpin out the trunk with the bass and my speakers/
stomp ya face in to the pavement with the base of my sneakers/
then im takin your tshirt tie your face to the bleachers/
they'll find you, how you gonna explain that to the teachers/
im just bored outta my fuckin mind so i figure ill come in yours/
Tubthumpin ya doors then put thump in tubs filled wit his blood and remorse/

Grab ya girl, fuck her fast, bust a nut and Skeet-so
she can call me dick 'instrumental' the way rides the beat slow
Bout to drop a dime to see that ass get chopped into quarters
Lyrically lobotomize is the only way stop this psychotic disorder
Saw ya balls off, watch you bleed to death, make you a virgin casualty
I'll induce hypnosis just beat the shit out each one of ya personalities

We all know skitzo is a nympho who loves playing with dildos
You got a fucked up stello with a dick down your deep throat
So give me some space 'fore i break your ugly face
And beat your brains outta shape with a rusty mace

i'll leave mackzimus powerless and take maximum dollars/
cause his knees be scared up and he tease in female garments/
i flow the hardest and your no best/
your just a dick watcher like a urinal test/

And you call that a rap? you really must be outta your mind
Cause your rhymes is crap as far as boombap is concerned
You so lame and your name will never be on the map
Your album's thrash, nothin from you will ever be on demand
You're 10,000 yards from being hard, so stop claiming you are
You Gravity? but you aint strong enough to pull my cards

actually i defy gravity, and fly magically/
i know you guys had it with me, but i can't lie i dispise faggotry/
stay mad at me, keep pouting you teenage queen/
and stone washing your gear, as me, you still couldn't rock as many jeans/

miss matched and outta ya league i cant help but batter ya team//
im up to the plate and its time to diss this bitch above me//
fuck the reason this bitch raps is cause she's so damn ugly//
And its a mockery you cant stop me your a fool to think your above me//
your ryhmes suck and your punches are border line gay and to top it off your ugly//
its no wonder your caught on the corner dressed in drag reading a comic book arent you a MARVELess fag//

the only time youre MARVEL-lous is if i stole your comic book/
thank god youre not tryin to be gangsta......
.................................youre barely a common crook/
this broad is shook.... your virginity.... your father took/
youre the type to have your hands up quick...."mommy look.."
when youre gettin robbed like Dyrdek... im fearless
we'll go top 1000 on here best and your name wont even appear next

the name says noble well isnt that a laugh..
your cheap ryhmes make you a peasent and thats even after the fact..
that you cant even add the math it's a habit in fact..
that..
your gettin cut in half..
splat..
because your rhymes are that bad..
there wack..
so i leave you in bloodbath..
jack..
from this masacre of mine..
im gunna stay golden..
well...
you still struggle to shine..
bitches like you are like pennies not even close to a dime..
an I dont mean to offend g's your gunna do you while im getting mine!

you lack your name sake dog, with your gangsta rap rhymes scheme/
your wack raps bore me, return and erase it that shit in a time machine/
do something worth while, like you move purple and coke piles/
you couldn't lose the weight if your dope bags worked out/
feeling the hurt now? take it to the corner street dude/
like you killing something, a cookout is the only thing you bring the beef too/

Doubt you getting girls like that, lack the skill to have 'em wet
you'll never seX her BOX cuz gayweights never causes mass effect
Step to me sideways, I'll run your pockets then for fun snap your neck
Gravity terminates in velocity cuz in free-fall you'll always crash and wreck

i land safely, the wingspan save me/
either your fat and bloated or a man that has babies/
your drowning be, cause your flow is watered down/
cd didn't shipped but that cashier job got you taken orders now/
hold the onions, you fast consumer watch dog/
bullet to your groin now me and kobe can both say we shot ball/

I'll stab your eye ball with the sharp point of a comb
Expel your soul and spray my stool on your tombstone
You aint worthy of any respect, you got no intellect
You just a faggot with no talent typing on the internet

maybe it's me, but i ain't liking your gay ass words
plus, none of your punches are being seen, like passwords
back the fuck up, before i put my dick through your left eye
your useless, like the nut that rolled down your moms thigh
this just bullshitting, but you don't want the real heat
Rayge with me, ill put a Mack to your temple and lay your brains on the street

stick em under cold water and dry em off dog/
now your names is clean fingers tip or something to wipe my balls off on/

matter of fact glove those hands, a manicure something/
alot of stamina, i'm hungry, i'm an animal, hunt me/

You don't defy anything but your sexuality.
We all know your a homo, no need for confidentiality.
Your as hard as your grandma's saggy titties.
My reaction to your raps are out of sheer pity.
Get at me, I'll burn you alive like a nazi.
And instead of a funeral, me and your family are going to party.

Joined 3 years ago and you still spit only 2 pathetic lines.
Step your game up, even though your raps can't be better then mines.
Your slacking bro, get out cuz my rhymes shine every time.
My flow is forever in it's prime, while your flow is as hard as slime.