Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

[Virbius]

Inhale. Exhale.
Inhale. Exhale.
Sorry I’m tryna keep control of how mad I get,
But I ain’t done with killing the last guy met.
You know the show Love is Blind? shit’ll match my threat,
How now I got a Marion I ain’t clapped Eyes yet.

Damn I should’ve battled Marion instead, they’d all love to watch it,
And nobody wants to see this other motherfucker with his utter dogshit,
I snuck in a mention that the public perception is I must’ve botched it?
Nah, don’t reply, I’mma go for Eyes... fuck the optics.

He told you you gon get redacted. fam, stop.
I’mma put this bitch in a black box, or you gonna get dropped off the damn docks.
You told him he’s grounded, you downright twat,
Shoulda known bro ain’t going out like that.

You write like ChatGPT it’s a bit wordy, since your script’s nerdy, shit I sure hope your whip’s sturdy coz it’s gonna get shot up while you’re half way home at, like, six thirty, and...
You get the picture ay, Eye? I’ll be loading Midjourney.

Kill yourself, bitch, I’m tryna spare you a worse shock,
This material going over Eyes like it’s Bird Box.

He’ll need a closed casket funeral if his rhymes are rowdy, they gonna have to shut the lid on Eye, more than slightly drowsy.
Ay I’m a monster with the ink, what you gonna write about me? I’mma aim a massive cannon straight at this guy if he tries to doubt me, gonna see through his torso like he’s Mike Wazowski.

Yo, bro, I’m just establishing the vision,
I’mma take out Eye, like The Bride from Kill Bill in her battle with a villain,
Ay wait, that ain’t an adequate decision,
You’re more like The Bride, thought you’d get to Marion ...you didn’t.

[InkD]

This is actually the most creative anybody has gotten with Ink as the topic, at least as a diss toward me. this shit was actually awesomely ill.

[InkD]

Ink's back, and you're gonna have to get me off of your back like laser removal
you're fake, and refusal to admit it ain't gonna make haters include you
you played, not like your music, but because bitches make you look stupid
You hangin with InkD bitch, while i listen to slipknot, coz i'm tight as a noose is
Your bitch likes Inks D bitch, and that bitch likes the dick hot, and she's so tight that I lose it
It's a fact that when you battle me, is the only time that you're creative with Ink
Any other time you make an attempt, and people say that you sick, they're playin you kid
My raps be fadin you quick, like when the ink's in the pen and losin fluid, that's because i'm sprayin you bitch
anyway, i got no more time to waste on this spit, you ass, like the back of a waist where it splits
you got taste, but it's tastin' like shit, remember, the only time you get creative with this
is when you playin with ink, so stop playin with ink, because you're so weak
that when you try to pick up a pen? it be breakin your wrist.

[Virbius]

First I got another one for Eyes, wait a moment...
Nobody’s betting he’d win, ain’t a brave opponent...
I’mma send him to the afterlife, make a great commotion...
If you’ve read what I said then the main components are to frame the notion that if you’re putting money on Eyes it’s to pay the boatman.

Hey, it’s InkD. who invited this guy over?
Prolly EyeDealIstic, now he inspires what you write, so uh...
I saw you mentioned Slipknot when I read through your lines closer,
But you’re like their second album... what’s that called? Eye-ower.

Stop complimenting my bars, you’re disrupting the bad vibes,
I’m battling you, and even you’re on my damn side.
Bro I know I’m dope, there’s no need for that.
My pen game gon fuck him up, because he’s a twat, and Ink on my goddamn dick like a penis tat.

Yo, I know I’m an evil prick,
Ink D... what’s that mean? ...needle-dick.

I’m glad you like my bars, but you’re misconstruing what we’re sitting doing.
Ain’t tryna match-you like picchu; this ain’t something Ink-can ruin.
Usually I’m kinda nice, like, ‘oh hi!’
Since it’s Ink, more like ‘go dye’.
Oh don’t provoke him, you know I’m only joking bout this kid’s demise,
I got the W before Ink, huh, you all saw what I did with Eyes.
I logged on, like, “oh someone replied to my lines. I might not win”...
Saw the ‘link’, thinking I might ‘take away the L’... then I got him.

You bite Marvelous bars then you sit and you brag...
For stealing Art’s material, I’ll put Ink in a bag.
Please, I mean, we ain’t the same.
Ink an’ Eye in the palm of my hand. David Blaine.

Ink an’ Eye... like some squid tryna escape a shark.
His parents named him Ink, they must’ve known they’d made a mark.
More of y’all would vote for my lines, he’d never reach the score...
God, think, I got Ink... he couldn’t even draw.
I’mma play an antyhero, like Paul Rudd.
I just read Ink on the page, I’mma draw blood.
Die slow, right bro? just in case y’all doubt...
Since it’s Ink I’m thinking his death should be drawn out.

Damn I’m psychopathic and it’s kind of tragic,
Since it’s Ink I might make the violence graphic.
Dude, it’s like I threw a few nukes and you bring gats;
That’s a mushroom cloud versus Ink-caps.

Bet if I cut him right now he’d bleed hella pink.
He fuckin’ hides from beef, like a leather kink.
I’mma belittle him so bad, have to get a shrink.
If he’s taking shots there’s zero proof, like he never drinks.
Hmm...
Ay, wait, If you’ve read what I said and ain’t get the link then you’ve yet to think
What I’m basically saying... my lines endin’ Ink.

I prefer my own company, but give me that work if it’s viable.
I mean business, and if it ain’t endin ‘Inc’ I’ll be personally liable.

When I uppercut him in NY, then the man lands in San Fran in a big mess...
Coroner’s sure to guess the cause of death... launching Ink-west.

Ah your shit was neat, but with you material you should fold and admit defeat, and then...
Uh.
Wait, I was gonna say with your material you should fold before I get the iron and bring the heat, but I didn’t, so either way it’s right to say it was Ink an’ pleat.

[InkD]

It was a novel idea to attempt to diss me, but when i decided to read your reply
I wasn't guessing i'd have to read a novels idea, like harry potters second edition, where he flies
speaking of flying cars, my punchlines will smash you back in time, like you're marty mcfly
and auto wreckers will have to fix the dent, you're getting a fix of InK, and now you're starting to cry
and you're wishin bitch, that it was tattooed tears, like niggaz in the pen, but if you try to think again...
when you relay to your bitch ass friends, what your homie said when you were visitin?
is the only time you kick that gangsta shit, my minds so sharp, that my words will shank a bitch
You're fake, and the only time you come close to bein ill? is when you lie to your moms and pretend you're sick
and you thought you had style, but you're skippin class, remember it's InK you're attracted to
when you have thoughts of grippin cash, remember it's cash these bitches are attracted to,
when you have thoughts of gettin ass, so remember it's me that you owe, when your bank just didn't last
I'm InK, and that means you're getting quickly splashed, when i spill this shit, and i won't stop until you're lips are gashed
trust me i will attack, you wrote a whole chapter, with you're most creative attempt to kill my raps
seriously, like home décor, you could fill a pad, with a million sentences, you're still just whack
you could get at me with a villians tact, you still ain't bad, because you're no Michael Jackson
but i know your scalps starting to burn, when you see that InK kills with fast attacks to your grill and cracks
your jaw as he taps you with force instilled within that's enormous and slaughters your will as i score your chin
as i split your cap, you're styles outdated, it's old and withered, you should have been with bolder figures
because your weak ass words aren't getting at me, they don't have an effect, even if you wrote that shit in CAPS.
bitch.

[Midwest]

All the money In the world couldn’t help you win..yep he a Yankees fan.
Shanked and stabbed. I’ll go easy on you.. no need to thank me man.
Your INK blank and bland . Just a cheap box of BICs
I’m landed lots of hits, he blocks his ribs I’ll knock his chin
Stop it kid..

[Virbius]

This fuckin guy.
[insert a shrug and sigh]
He read a long Echelon rap and left effusive praise.
He always thanks those who vote against him, it seems super strange.
He’s always hella mellow.
Such a pleasant fellow.
How long til Mid’ll-man up, it’s a bit absurd:
I’m gonna give him the business, more than this kid deserves, how now he gonna get a cut which he didn’t earn.
Ah well, you live and learn, or die and don’t, no big concern.
Said he may change stage name, and that’s shit’s confirmed, but they’ll still all call him ‘mid’ as a descriptive term.

You said your stage name’s Abz and it seems a bit shoddy,
Oh shit, sorry.. I think I just worked it out, and this a Mid body.
Your bitch can suck my dick, and since your bench press awful
It’s like Abz turned to flab, coz I, uh... ex-pectoral.

I just told the guy above you, the coroner’s gonna have to establish the cause of that prick’s death,
But that line might apply to you too, so it’s inc. West.

If you thinking him an’ Ink-are-wrecked, well, they ain’t wrong assumptions.
It’s conquest, like, what West? nothing’s left of my moral compass.
Y’all saw the drop’s abundance, that was something more profound,
Fuck a moral compass, bitch, you’ve never even drawn a round.

You’re too light to fight me with your punches, no big debate,
So I’ll kill a more fitting opponent real quick. Mid’ll wait.
Since Ink D dissed me in his shitty rap.
I’ll bust Ink, just think, that’s tit for tatt.

Ay, Midwest, everyone tells you your punches are weak as fuck but your flows are fresh,
Not to mention condescension, no one shows respect.
It’s like you’re getting buried in the cellar, this is concrete, going over heads...
This the worst West ever... shit, I’d rather go to bed with Rose and Fred than read one more word which this poser said.

[InkD]

Virbius is always talkin about killing, and bustin me... like waiting to score... i'm waiting for this herb to appear
and i've been waiting for a while now... and there's still no virbius near... seriously, who is this virbius queer?
you've been bustin at the crowd so long now, and you're still waiting for an applause, and they heard you real clear
but seriously? you're undeserving of cheers, death is certainly near, and you're still learning from peers
you've been doing this rap shit all this time, and you're still burning with fear, i learnt in an instant
what you learn in a year, even my raps are more valuable than what you earn in a year
you lucky you readin this shit, and it's some shit you ain't heard in your ear
who is this bitch? you might of seen him, in an episode of that show, i forgot its name... uhh...
oh yeah, he's that person in cheers, that fat motherfucker, with the curly ass hair
I decided to serve him with words that are clear, that definitely fucked him up, while he slurs in his chair
and he's about to get his head cut off with bars, and it's definitely turning red, like when he gets cut off from the bar
because the bartender got sick of serving him beers...
next time think twice before you talk shit about being murderous, seriously, that shit just doesn't work for punks
you should just fall in line, because you're about to take a fall with lines, verbally heightened to disturb your mind
you're more pussy than a spurting hymen, you got game, but I dispersed your line men, you need to work on rhyming
Get some skill before you disperse your lines man, and definitely work on timing, because you're not dope...
maybe it's because i took the white out, like when i got on and made a deal, and turned into a night owl
because i don't sleep on niggaz, and you wanted to erase me, but InkD's staying, The InK is staining
and turning you red, while i'm earnin some cred, for coverin up shoddy work like yours, like a blackout tattoo
and destroying virbius' rep.

[MARION MOTLEY]

Virb took all the nameflips, I gotta think of some other shit
Get beamed up: Zelda & Rogan, you gon Link with the Mothership
Oh you hate gunbars? Geek, well then suck a dick
My secretary's stamp pad: press Ink with the rubber grip
Sike, I brought a knife- not the type you're eatin' your butter with
Think all-girl dorms, leave you leakin' as punishment
as you bleed from a dozen slits like you synced with the other chicks

Virb, give it up... go help your mom skeet some more
How you down double digits when we're not keepin' score
Ya bars make me wish Pizarro's boat did not leave the shore
Worst thing Ink n Eyes seen since the conquistadors
Switch it the fuck up, your shit's lackin' a lot of skill
We're all seeing Eyes n Ink like the back of a dollar bill
It's wack cause you're not as ill

[EyeDealIstic]

Listen here, Mary: stop having sex with guys.
I read the police report and could not believe my eyes.

They say proactivity solves problems and I am a believer.
But yours won't be solved by stuffing your butt with weiner.

Other mens semen is practically oozing out of your ears
You're known for chugging creation cream like I chug beers.

Yet you sit there smiling with a smear of man mayo on your cheek
Do not message me again asking me to "butter up" your "beak".

[MARION MOTLEY]

Eyedealistic wins awards: "Most Hype Faggot", true
Gay intrusive thoughts clearly ghostwrite raps for you
Robert dropped some faggot shit?? Oh my! That was new
A breath of fresh air... through an old dry sack of poo
Post some more poofter shit, I won't write back to you
We hope AIDS gets you or the Pulse guy claps at you

[EyeDealIstic]

Mary, you are nude man producer,
a guy seducer and a nut volume reducer.

You are sassing Mr Eye, I'm gonna make you cry
until you run out of tears and can only whine and sigh.

You often feel another mans breath on your back
your favorite meal comes from another man's sack.

You ask every fella to bonk out your brains
so by this point you must be miles past insane.

[Virbius]

I’ll put a gun up to Eye like a sniper scope... ay, wait, that ain’t the right approach...
I put a potato on the end of my rifle bro, but that doesn’t mean that it’s silenced though, just tryna show, I can wreck anything coming from Eye da hoe.
Whut?

I already said my material going over Eyes like it’s fuckin’ Birdbox.
You said something about Mary... shoulda ducked this jerkoff

You think you’re Natural Born Killers... now consider apparently
You’re Roberto’s alt account and your lyrics are parody,
Mr Motley’s here too, and that shit’s a catastrophe,
Coz if it’s Marry-an’ Rob shit... I’m thinking Mickey and Mallory.

If I see him on road, do I slow my van?
And reverse for Marion? ...no i raM.

I could make Eye move quick in my sleep like lucid dreami... oh you know the rest.
Marion, you sucking his dick, it makes me so depressed, yo why blow Eye like a glaucoma test?

More of y’all read my lines, yeah I’m the guy to choose,
So I’mma put Eye in the sky and get those higher views.

Marion said I used up all the name flips for Ink, there’s more left to play on,
The most childish gangster... forget Ink I’mma get my Kray on.
I’mma leave Ink leaking, this about to get so messy...
If you’ve seen the scene from Casino, please, don’t test me, talkin bout getting stabbed by Ink in a bar, he ain’t Joe Pesci.

This all an Eyedealistic nameflip... he’s just sore this shit’s perfection.
He seems like a trump supporter, and it’s fit to mention, but he only showed up on January 6th because of misdirection... forget a big deception over rigged elections, it only caught this kid’s attention coz someone said he’d get to see a massive ‘insurrection’ but he misheard the word and missed off the beginning section.
Furthermore...
I got some guns with a laser sights, and if I had to pull a piece,
I’d put a dot over an Eye, who needs the Capitol police?

[VERBALIZE]

There's only one Verb,
And to do with doing, you got some nerve,
I'm about to go through your shit, like a drug search,
You don't want that smoke, I got it so much my lungs burst,
I'm keep this sacred shit at bay... like a nuns purse.

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[Virbius]

I might climb into his home through a tight duct, then his life’s fucked,
When I raise a metal tube over his head and the guy’s struck…
He called himself Verbalize, so I’m like, shucks…
I’m the one who’ll be tryna vent, and gotta pipe up.

Gotta pipe up? that was next level… think Super Mario in Bowser’s castle when it’s been breached…
Jeez, preach… I said gotta pipe up, and Super Mario, see how far these themes reach? either way it’s right to say… ‘frees-peach’.

We ain’t the same… bro, behave, before I load the gauge,
When you’re expressing yourself you just expose your rage, and then I’m x-pressing myself coz I just close the page.