Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

[Not N Nice]

Sitting in the ghetto thinking 'bout
A she-demons mouth has your penis out
Connected, undressed in your decent house
Bitch so cute she made me scheme & shout
Knew she'd make it easier for me to work
I told her, just be a flirt, & I payed her fee first
Wanna sting you screaming & hurt
Like kids seeing a needle & nurse
Cuz I think your the worst, weak since your birth
I keep it Nerf, your a pig-skinned rat-mouthed pussy
Two-shoes goody, flashing large amounts of money
Your only protection is being lucky
Deep with my plots, type of heist each thieve has a watch
But, you'd be the one clocked, cooperative or not
If locked...
Kick in your door while you becoming friends with the whore
She's secure & you're frantic! you'd think she did it before
Pretty-faced lure, fishing for war, brute versus passive
I mean, I'm winning for sure, your not about that action

[Onceawhile]

You keep repeating yourself like a father who can't handle his wild child
you're best skill is your jelly donut guile, why, oh why
must you have your domicile riled?
You won't even look at me with your stupid Private Pyle smile,
you're the guy who the platoon reviles and tries to exile, die al-
lone is what you'll do with your mind full of suicidal trials,
his thoughts like "when and where will I shoot my piehole with my rifle" rival
his thoughts about Onceawhile, his primal idol,
Not's brain is soon to fly all over the bathroom tiles, I'll
discipline you and any other juvenile,
have you doin' miles single-file style til you puke up bile
You a grown man, you can do what you like to,
so what the fuck have you done with your life, dude,
That you want to lose it tonight to a "pseudointellectual" guy who's
reprisals traumatize you, I guess it's a smart way to die you've
proved
to be Not very wise, because as usual it's a Nice move
I'm sure any compliment would excite you
You don't get them often, but you've shown you like the hype bitch,
I'll decipher your diss cyphers
when i switch from sick sci-fi to decisive spit, try this,
you're the type to siphon piss out of a dick and end up witta lip virus
All your "facts" are based on your own life which fits right in
the toilet's pipes along with some shit wipings; so, what your doing is just another form of bitch-griping
I'd say quit whining, but that means you'd have to quit writing, which you can't do without fist fightin'
because it's with Once that your hands choose to side with when they begin typing
I spit Tigress, Euphrates raps might just strip you of your hood stripes when I give sight to the blinded
and reveal your little mid-life crisis, you think it's silent, quiet, but your verse shows that it's quite a riot
You're life's a bitch, and not the type with frilly garments, you're trying to rebuild-it-on-a-diss
you jumped the gun with me, now you're getting pistol whipped into incompetence,
Not an Inspiration? Still it contradicts logic its a skilled, dishonest skit
it's a sad attempt to recoup your lack of brilliant arguments
though I doubt your achilles heel is politics, your true weakness is your philosophic wit
cuz your life simply does not exist, you should go get one; it would thrill neurologists
if your retarded spit suddenly had some actual thought in it
You claim I'm wack ad nauseum, yet your rhymes schemes are older than the illest concept flips
I'm jaw dropping, your mouth ajar like a fuckin hippopotamus, the problem is
you'll mimic all of this, bite off of it, I'm flattered but at least pretend to be original or pay homages
you're the type of scum to constantly pillage the same village cottages
your head is on some silly-bonkers-willy-wonka-really-wants-ya-kids-to-steal-his-chocolate shit
with ya oompa loompa avatar, Mr. has-it-hard because his own children conquer him
you're not on my level, you're a manchild on some reverse Andy Milonakis shit
We couldn't see eye to eye if I saw this dilettante equipped
with stilts up on the tip
of the empire-state obelisk, on a tilted rocket ship
that's heading to space on a trillion dollar trip
just so I can show you my out of this world virile dominance
you're not a blip on my radar, it's all evinced
you're just another clown in the audience
who tried to top the MC but got calmly minced.

[Not N Nice]

That's what I mean! Something actually mean! But, your still garbage
Type to get grabbed by the throat then smoked... Just a feeled target
This field is a jungle, killers in bundles who don't need reasons
Your just a victim of open season... Long verses show your weakness
Your hearse gets drove by demons, up my toll, I want your soul
So, reverse psychology now? Once needs to leave his self alone
Would state step out of your box, but that's a dead giveaway
Caskets closed over your face
Even if not aiming for your head, you ducking isn't safe
Body shots cause a lot of awful clots in your blood
Euphoric, being so vein? 'til your leaking products thereof
So, you're better at rhymes? But, your raps all fickle!?
I write phat jive, you're consistent with flat lines like bad hospitals
Play the middle all you want
One minute: down with the cause, Next: your heads up your butt
You keep smelling yourself, you in-hell yourself, getting burnt up
My bars ignite more fire in you since you feel your contents crisp
Every word you use are words that's been used
You want excused fraudulence
I won't bow down to a lost clown without style cuz its what you'd do
I don't even bow to tie my shoe or to the queen when she's in view
I'd be damned if I write a rough draft essay to tell you a wimp
Could've just posted one line, but this is a cypher... Now spit

[Onceawhile]

lol at this armchair expert tryna give orders...Who orders you?
I sorta do, my raps slayed you and gave you the fortitude
to try and serve me...hah, no, I don't want any hor-d'erves, shoo
I'll give you four words to look forward to: go on, forfeit dude.
"This field is a jungle, killers in bundles", yea where do you fit in, little motumbo?
In alleyways, hanging with fake gorillas and dumb hoes,
whose greatest struggles were staying up late and spillin' their gumbo,
so far away from real Silverback guerrillas whose gung ho
about peelin' caps that you should just take your filler and run home!
You sacrificed bars for a pointless reason
You pointed out long bars as weakness, well let's see then.
What's the weakness? I made points which he's in,
Now it looks bad on my verse cuz of how much of a disappointment he's been.
You're a boyfriend beating he-she on his toilet seated, deploying semen
if only Freud could see him, he'd say something about dicks and how you're an asshole with 3 N
You should've avoided that lame gun bar, yea you might scintillate your toys bitch
But aim for my head? You don't stand half a chance, even if you meant to say a coinflip

[Not N Nice]

Dude, you never learn, you write boo boo every word
This for who regrets concern, now seeing you burn
Insurge all you want, revolutionaries meet revolvers
Why take this to the streets, you already sleep there 'til slaughtered
You shouldn't be bothered, you buried beneath rock bottom,
still talking like your stilt walking, dreaming of sodom
Would say when you type verses to keep me up out 'em
But, I'm not in them anyway, what you think of me's awful
I fathom your disappointment, it has to do with your choices
You the type of dude pointless
Type to point people out instead of Voice it
Sneaky neanderthal, blabber mouthing & gossipin
But your no magazine columnist, that's being obvious
The opulence of your aspirations don't link with what's aspired
Your potential seems bright, 'til your actual works acquired
I know of what you admire, that's none my business
Kermit the frog sipping different liquors
Feeling like Ms. Piggys every one of your Disses
What is your mission, don't answer though
I know what your thinking, don't speak
But mainly 'cuz I hate seeing your yellow teeth
Once keeps on bluffing like he's not struggling
Writing is cathartic in ways
But, somehow my post makes you feel ashamed

[Onceawhile]

I keep learning cuz I'm a student, and you're partially right - I finger out fakes
Pointing at you, you point a revolver at me, but the mind is the only thing this clown wastes
I swear this old, white-haired, onion-head tryna have a dick measuring contest
You'd win if you'd measure your height, cuz you're the biggest dickhead to ever have spawned text
Only time I burn is when I apply rhymes to the wack, so you should try steppin' back
Everything you spoke about to blow up in your face like you put explosives on bicycle racks
You're steady dripping ectoplasm from your rectal chasm
cuz if I write "boo boo" you must be ghostwriting shit for specter phantoms,
I mean no one feels your intangible raps which have no depth to fathom
with their intellectual pablum...the trashman the only guy who collects your albums
you should stick to talking about how my teeth look, what'll he joke about next? amalgams?
but damn son let's not pretend your handsome, you're as ugly as a brat's temper tantrum
You wanna Voice? Good, be like Egoraptor, because at face value you're a straight up Igor stand-in
a ouija board rapper, who used to be keyboard tappin' till you were C-4 fastened
cuz you thought you'd Bombard me with alot new hot bars,
but all you brought so far was "Allahu Akbar!"s,
You the type to get arrested for showing off chewed pop tarts
with your gun mentions...I thought Not was not hard, this whole site is like "Nah, you not ours"
I got my struggle daily, then I drop here to calm it every once in a while like Hailey, this lame don't see.
You failed me, that's where the shame be, I mean your whole verse is screaming "K.O. me!!"
My potential seems bright til my actual works acquired?
But to know potential just seeing the work is required
I reckon you got burnt in the fire, or I stirred up your ire
You're just Not seeing my rap like you the Third Reich or
it's like you're an RB anonymous to a topical that's closed,
a blind man with his opticals exposed
cuz you can't see rhymes with the naked eye, even though it's obvious to most
No wonder you write like you don't know what words you're dropping in these posts
A wrinkled bed sheet that I'm tossing on the floor resembles Not's senile ghost
by the way, I got teeth that not even crocodiles boast
and what Onceawhile thinks only Onceawhile knows

[Not N Nice]

If it's always gonna be 'you'? There's obviously no use
Constantly typing Disses that you keep proving are true
Fraudulent raps each time? Must be targeted at the blind
Alright... You have some rhymes, but they're substantially deprived
Best thing you've wrote is arm chair expert... That made me laugh
What's the use for potential when your labors always half-assed?
If you're the bomb, you're Afghan? A suicidal trash man
So, tryna blow up with all your garbage, ^that's one way you can
Look at this post, prob'ly don't wanna read it cuz you're a joke
A deadman who wants to party, I'd give your coma a toast
In all cheers drinking Methuselahs from the bottle, judge as hostile
Got you typing long & hollow verses... Just to get pummelled
Whoever else is reading...? I make the pussy work, what's a brothel
Compared to how I have OnceAWhile wroughting out troubles he follows
How about some goals for tomorrow, they're called dreams if you're lazy
You'd rather spend time calling Not weak, with needs to persuade me
Even if I could believe you, you'd still be the worst
Need more dudes in this cypher, you carry your flows like a purse

[Justice Grimm]

Holy shit he's long winded, but best watch how you talking clown
A one two is enough to bring walls that take Israelites months of walking down
He harbors dreams of illness... it keeps him anchored thinking there's no way he can fail
But in a sea of uncertainty, JG hijacked that ship and fucking forced it to sail

[alphadog]

A proportion of tails, unfortunate fail
Ar you a horse or a whale Grimm justice is slimy....of course ur a snail

[Swifty911]

Eat yall niggas like takis
Spook these niggas like illumanatis
man first things first...yall fake
make so much bread had yo granny wondering what i baked
I spit like i got a mouth full of salava
rhymes erupting out like lava.
i put fear in niggas like osama

[Donshotta]

This guy should brush his teeth, before he sets his speech,
his word play is too much of a reach, like racists who claim freedom of speech,
If you cross me, i'm quick to reach for the piece like a catholic priest,
Fuck playing games rookie, this is your training day,
You will be screaming like kayslay, while attached to tracks,
Train conductors will be screaming Mayday, during the lapse before the crash,
Your rhymes were just too wack to ignore,
i got a Diet flow, which entails forcing wack mc's to look better than they did before..

[Llama]

...

[Optymyst]

You spitting' that weak sh!t, that MC Hammer flow
An anomaly like transgenders, cuz Llama is fleshy camel toe
He scared to show up and go down onto the battle field
Llame's soft + too pussy, this kitten'll get ground up into cattle meal
No matter if we are gaming or not
Like MK10 I'll demonstrate my BRUTALITY
Then bash in your brains with a rock
I may diss this bitch above me,
But if the glass is have full, Optymyt remaining on top

[Llama]

...

[Optymyst]

Ur a llama lyin', a phony, nobody believes in ur rhymes
I'll take a lyrical serrated edge and start fleecin' ya spine
Dude, u ain't a tough guy, everyone calls u their bitch
I can tell u hit rock bottom cuz I just ur tossed ass off of the cliff
If so many love Llame dick their chromosomes are displayin' X's and Y's
Ur okay to come out the closest, Llama, no shame ur have sex with some guys