Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

[Celph Taut]

Kung, you ain't fucking with I. You're nothing, aside
from being an elitist prick. Still receiving the tit your mom was feeding you with.
But let's not get started about how your mother works the street, stripping.
But her mouth should be on a Milk Carton with all em' teeth 'missing'.
Yo, geek...listen. Didn't wanna offend you, but your mom's on the menu.
I call her Sadam when she's sent through, her pussy drops the bomb on the venue.
So here's a comment, pretend to... not hear it, it's this.
Your moms morals are like alcohol - Only with us in "Spirit", you bitch.

[kungpow]

Shouldnt be talking about moms, Taut/
Cuz urs gets me up every morning like an alarm clock/
Plus I'm ur father probably, my first offspring made/
The way she gets passed around for money like the church offering plate/
But if so, I call it a mistake.. my apologies late/
She said she wanted fuller lips so I said "how does this collagen taste?"/
Might of been wrong of me but hey.. I call her baby, not to act sweet/
It's cuz she's always strapped down in the back seat of my Grand Cherokee

[Celph Taut]

Apparently, it took you 12 hours to write up your lyrics, b.
So, I don't know what your parents see, but disaster from marrying.
He's not the rapper he swears he's been.
You thought you'd reflect my style, so you're mirroring
from the side lines of my greatness, constantly peering in.
See, it's 10 minutes since your last post. Your drop wasn't fresh.
Lacking the Flavor, Flav. And there's no alarms for getting a clock to your chest.
You're giggling to yourself. But in reality? we're not too impressed.
You didn't soccer (sock her). You just said it, cause you thought you had a shot at the nets.
Junior. I could clown you, without putting it down, dude.
You're a clown, who got a red nose, minus jokes, and bulbous round shoes.
Any post you make, cause it was acknowledged by me, is now news.
Lit that ass up. You're still trying to make the Underground fuse.

[kungpow]

I have no time limits, my lyrics defy minutes/
Seconds is what ur mom wants when I finish/
Have her crawling walls like marvel drawings of spidey & venom/
Type of thunder & lightning Thor couldnt find in a weapon/
Cuz I'm designed with the strength of 5 avengers, plus the x-men/
Punk u desperate to die quick.. I shall oblige ur wishes in FL, just set it

[Fresh]

You could say my mom wants seconds, but thats not really true
She just wants the original first and she sure as fuck didn't get it from you
Even if you tried it would be just like receiving a mosquito bite
Scale to scale you're probably more in the danny devito height
I would fuck your mom but she squeezed your ugly ass out
the thought of that pussy is enough to make me fucking pass out

[The Business]

those shots ain't gettin through, fag your all about trash
fresh and clean don't associate with each other unless you Outkast
I'll watch you melt fast, ring your Belfast
like I had some Irish help lad

[bhf]

danm am back n niggaz are still pussy whack...

i leave bitches hangin on the cross like jesus
makin no profit yet u callibg your ass the business
never try to face me go work on your fitness
they killed me but i rose on the third day
came with one massage to say you gay

[Fresh]

Well that was uncalled for, that shit was fucking garbage son...
There no more thyme for this herb and I'ma bout to harvest one...

[Fresh]

I'm so stupid that I could throw a rock at the ground and miss
Thats because when I was a baby I got pound with fists and round house kicked

[JimmyBones]

Dissin you're self, you call that fresh...
Hardly even a bars, you got beaten and bruised..
But the phantom will cause your death...
two bars, I spit, To prove you're as weak as the flu...

[The Great Father]

Thine pussular is loose! Thine pussular is loose!
That doth mean men hath savaged thine caboose.

Why, James Bones, doth thou not lay down thine arms and surrender?
Worship The Great Father, that is all thou shalt need to remember.

[JimmyBones]

I don't surrender my mind power is strong, you could never telepathically put dents in me...

The father is destroyed by the son he created the phantom and is devoured eventually...

I am the Mystic sent to over power your reign mentally...

[The Great Father]

Knave, that shalt not address thine patriarch in such indolent tones.
Let the teachings of thine prophet flow through thine soul and thine bones.

It art not too late for ye to seeketh salvation.
It art time to embrace The Great Father and the truth of thine creation.

[Crummy]

worship the father? worship the father?
why bother? ...i'd rather worship the almighty father...

[The Great Father]

Cummy, doust thou submit to The Great Father's teachings?
Thine path to greatness doth initiate once thine doth begin thine readings.