Diss the bitch above you!!!

[nothing]

No weight? Yo' fate is to obliterate,
incinerate like the sun when my guns berrate,
confused well hit up dictionary.com,
entry is me when you enter the name of your moms,
my vocab is fab yours is drab like old drapes,
call the battered womens shelter cause you just got raped,
an earthquake 10 on the richter scale,
your impaled trailin yo entrails on sale like retail,
attempt to retaliate if you please,
because in your posts you get on your knees,
beggin please daddy dont take me over your knee,
shit I'll spank you then hit you with surcharge fees,
pick off ya fleas like you my mutt, fat like jabba the hut,
make you build me a pyriamid like I was king tutt,
Maykil shit I will but its not may its november,
prepare to be dismembered you aint no contender.

[Mis-Is]

rotfllll....for some reason u got me laffing to that...


iight..

why the fuck do i gatta waste words
..when the bitch above is nothing..
speaking words he stole, fucking twerp
..u a fucking dic..nullity with something..
u make me cry and i aint talkin bout d laffs
your tryal is pure wack..minus the halfs..
you though 2 b d only complex fool on this huh?
bitch close ur mouth cos im here cut ur lips



...hmmmm

[GAMEFACE]

What Da Fuck Is Mis-swiss Miss Talking About/
Fill Her House Full With Gasoline And Two Rags In Her Mouth/
Fuck A Rob, I'll Cease Her Shit And Auction It Out/
This Broad Is "nothing" Like Her Oppenent, Fuck You/
When My Clip Unleashes The Beast It Heads For You Two/
Besides Your Ass And Breast, You Whole Body Is Bruised/
Gameface Is The Truth/
Like B-mac, Make It Clap/
I Told This Chick, She Loves Thick Dick/
Thats Why Her Verse Is So Short, She Wants To Go Back To Fucking And Shit

[e-funk]

game "shame" face, real disgrace. Masquerading an expert in the lyrical race. conjouring up many lies and a lot of deceit, we all know that you a kiddy, not a member of the street. You claim to be packin a 38 caliber grudge, but all i see you packin is a lot of fudge. So, I spit flames hardcore for my personal sobriety, and to make sure shits like you don't stain the underpants of society.

[Thump']

I'm sick of fuckin' with this kid... Leave your 'Back Pack'ed' like '50's'..
My punches turn you 'Bobble Head'.. Your brain will bounce like titties..
My minds Journey, 'Trip's you... Make you fumble your demeanor..
I'll flip you... and leave slashes in your back like 'Xena'..
Murderin' this lyrical virgin... You talkin' shit, feelin' defiant..
I got more red on my dick... than dogs pissin', on newly painted hydrants..
My boys steady gainin' weight... We pack more force behind punches..
Like our mama's took their jelly and packed it all in our lunches..
We putin' 'Tracks' on the air... We makin' 'Tracks' when we leave..
So i know "Mis-Is" Train of thought is runnin on 'Tracks' through her weave..
Drop you to the 'Bass' of your grave... 'Cause we don't worry bout 'Treble'..
To help "GAMEFACE" break it down... On the Molecular level..

[D. Josey]

This nigga is phony like plastic surgery,
Have your mayor in a state of emergency,
Leave you stretched out, six inches like Timbs,
Frail look, limb body with the sprawled out limbs,
Try me, and your ass will reserve a seat,
And I'll switch you up like a swap meet.

[nothing]

Do I know you? oh yeah I saw you on the boondocks,
suckin the chicken pocks off jocks cocks smokin poles like pot,
let me tell a tale about some chump, who humped,
knocked her up then she took a dump and called it Thump,
now he works at the station pumps 5.14 an hour no break for lunch,
got his ass KO'd and knocked here from 1-2 punch,
"you done well son you made yourself one fine bum",
oh shit am I your dad because my zipper come undone?
your breathin chest heavin you cant catch up,
little pup dumped off at the humane society all messed up,
get the fuck out before I have to fire your kin,
they so dumb their genes dont fit like a fat bitch in size ten.

This was for thump exact beat me to it.

[e-funk]

what up, its the sun of a gun patriarch of c-town, deliverin lyrics so furious they bound to cripple this emcee clown. I'll drop a brick on yo head, some call it foul play, I call it keeping the sanctity of the rap church without dismay. I keep my right hand clenched to the d. eagle, ready to blast fools likes you with a sense most illegal, devious, mischievous, call me what you please, all i'm trying to do is prove this kids a sleaze.

[~.Nise.~]

Bullets in-and-out ya body like takin' ya last breath...
You even call yourself nothing but to me considered a mess...
Now ya bitch?, I hit it then left...
Gotta gun sick enough to blow a hole through your vest...
Just best at bein' a pest...
No less on a list to be scratched out next...
Tired of seein' bitches thinkin' they know bout text...
Make you squirm like worms 'till I snap your neck...
Put more holes in ya fuckin' face than a b-ball net...
Have you on a sprawl feelin' every shell of the Teck...
Middle finger in your face sayin' "Don't you forget"...
That Nise be elite with speech cause he a word vet. I'm Nise

[jookz.]

breath ya last breath take in the air
Light vs Fly but they'll still say it aint fair
this dude is no match for me
his own crew even claps for me
after tha battle they come up and try to give daps to me
but i juss laugh u see
ya rhymes r dull and need to retire
ill put ya skull in ur own fire..(JOOK$)

[Black Hornet]

yo,

fuck a name callin fest i decided to ball ya mom instead.
shes a nasty slut of a whore bag with small breasts, (Ha Ha)
and tiny ass but got loose lips like neighbourhood whores,
i fucked her then i threw her ass out on the fuckin porch,
and told her to make me a sandwich and all that shit,
it's a classical case of a bitch whipped into submission,
i got her doin dishes, she sucks me off and listens,
i fuck her in the ass, your mom has got no class,
she must have raised you wrong or somethin,
you lookin like a pumpkin, always festively plump
you busta!

[Verbal-Thesis]

Professional is a professional at suckin my cock
i flip this nigga upside down and use his head as a mop.
Professional wanna talk about mommas i see
I had this nigga momma givin me head on her knees.
Im done with you nigga you should just shut yo mouth.
Hey buddy its over your like yo battle record fuckin knocked out.

[Poetic JusDiss]

stay away from the momma jokes bloke
u da type to get yolked up tied up by a rope n choked
folks dont poke fun at this nigga, they fuckin stab this faggot
rap-homo-phobic so i lyrically strangle n grab this maggot
squeeze the life out ya rhymes
if they even have any left within em
let me apologize for professional
im sorry everybody for him wasting your time

[Poetic JusDiss]

this thread should be called "Diss the bitches above u"
cuz the last two niggas were nothin but some fluff to
me, they the type'a textcee who pretends to question answers
why the hell is the "definition of rap" look like he dying of cancer?

[thuganomicz]

shiiiiiit imma giv Juss Diss a a Just Dis
reread his shit while i shit and he sip my pist with hiz lipz
u fukin 18 nigga and simple fact iz u just sumshit
u dat dead legend of rap no one seems to miss
and notice i kilt u with rhymes dat rhyme to dis shit
fuck being a hit! I throw da pitch while u keep da signs of fingerz below ur dick