Diss The Person Above You

[Inferi Dii]

wow look at this herb using a form of poetry/ Like a baby killa ill pop four holes in you floaty// I hate tha way this kid ryhmes like that/ you diddnt hafta explain it we allready knew you was wack//

[shizz]

i gotta diss a kid well can i say "oh damnitt"
i cant stand it. his avatar looks like the skoal bandit
this rymes gonna be wack , but okay it's cool
he misspelled "didn't" diddn't he stay in school?
bow wow wanna be , and havent reached puberty
a b2k "stan" if not......he's fooling me

[Slipt]

Ya D.O.I spit sprays but week in old ways /
how u gonna spit the same shit for 5 dayz /

Ya soft like dough maybe a lil harder butterd-up /
u callin katz herbs when u just a butter-cup /

[Rhymes]

muthafucka this bistch with weak rhymes jus Slipt..
Slip a dick your cocktail with poison leave you flipt...

Your a gangster chick with male strippers in every corner of the house...
With only 12 damn post dissin shizz with your days counted to drop and drown like a mouse...

your in the wrong websiite this RB.com....
not some Sick shit like GayPorn.com...

[FreSh_EmCee]

gayporn.com u can keep dreaming
wif RHYMES like dat, u better off leaving
ur rhymes and a waste of lines
light weight wasting time
u dissing newbs, daz my fav job
lay off, no one doz it better dan me, dawg
i cud rap and waste ur ass
leave u crying, running to ur mummas ass
reminds u of da past, doesnt it??
guess u rapping woznt meant
like ur mum meating ur dad
creating u, woznt relevant

[Meters]

Shit, this emcee is fresh out of lines,
Like they were crops in the movie Signs,

Churn him up into a ball and skewer it in flames,
By the time i'm done with you, you'll play in Spcecial Olympic Games,

Not gonna waste more lines in cypher, not for the likes of you,
Because if to rap is to spit, all you can do is chew

[FreSh_EmCee]

yo dawg i juz wanna hit one bak at ya
here we go

yo meters, u better measure u hip hop skills
wif rhymes like dat, u measure at 1 mil
not evn, coming up against me
compared to me, better celebrate meeting me
fresh festivity, but leaving u in misery
busting ma flow, unknown conspiricy
my rhymes like aliens, "in the know"
not knowing which way ma flow gonna hit yo
watch it doe, one coming at ya face
leave ur sick ass of a discrace, misplaced
light weight, i'll drop a "grenade"
to elimate u mistake for a primate
get ma "boxing kangaroo" to "punch"
leave u wif da "dingoes" for lunch

peace

[DoC]

Man you so gay, by the way what ya GIVEN
Im givin you a break you fake so stop livin
Your ass needs to stop attendin the prison for pleasure
You aint winnin never gone to find brown eye treasure
An I see they measure an rate you a flyweight
See you a fly *SQUASH* now you aint that great
You a discrace thats laced with wack ass tendencies
Say what ya want that whack shit it aint offenden me

[YoungBlack]

Yo wat up Doc, todays the day to get throwned off the dock//
how much is u chargin for u to suck my cock//
i'll run up on ya punk ass squeezin my glock//
but it won't stop, until my clip is empty//
i know u fear me, cuz i spit so quickly...but simply
you envy...me...can't stop my shine//
so nigga jus close ya blind
biatch

[*Bling*]

baby fag ill have you running in ~TEARS~ yah sold out like a cheap ~ de beer~ cause your a wansketer am pro so you ~fear~ so if yah to much of a retard i said stay ~clear~ i got no beef with ~you~ just this things am holging trowing at ~you~ your cds, yah moms panties , nad yah ~ shoes~ thier now your dress for ~school~ now dont you feel like the fuck up retard you are ~FOOL~

.....................SiLence.............. lol

[FAcT oR FiCTiON]

FAcTs baK 2 AttaCk Snap N BRuIse the GaMe,
I'm GoN' HAvE BLING sEeinG more STaRz tHan his WAck *USeRNamE*..
You'Z ThE LamE, BRiNG BanDages 2 Aid Ya ScaRz,
EnSlave Ya Bars, I RaPe "MiCs" N i AinT Talkin BoUT Ya AvaTar..
WuT Ya Know HoMey, i ThRow BLoWs N Jump Rap PhOny's,
AnD the Person Rhymin Under Me is Jus That, "Below Me"....


`1

[*bLaNkz*]

^FACT or FICTION-BLOW ME

Fact* i got bicthes in tha kitchen cooking tha cake up/fiens fienin at ma feet while a skee tha wieght up/
Fiction* Your girls absulotly goegrous, no need for make up/ your a fukking leperchaun the way u always in luck/
Fact* yo girls thinking bout you as tha old prospect//Wen D's Her New Top Pick.. now at tha diner table ma names-a-sensitive Topic//

[saiNt]

ey blankz, im drawin blanks, thinkin that u flow good,
and u dont wanna fuck wit me, but i bet yur hoe would.../
tell tha whoee world, dat saint fuckin fried ya ass,
cuz even if u was electric, u cudnt slide dat fast.../
enough to get outta my grasp, outta my aim, u targeted,
red bullseye logo under yur name, gon catch bullets like chris carter did.../
but im harder den, daunte, brad j, or cunningham,
i scramble man, and i dont shoot BLANKS wit a gun in hand... whut dont u understand, im comin man, u more fulla shit den a plumbers hand, de pump in hand, got u thinkin twice im like a lumberjack axeman, the black man, leave u a bleedin pulpin stump man, i dump mags on dumb fags like ya damn self, u aint no ill terrorist, yur shits lacks blast, u cant even get the talibans help, so just standddddd backkkk..

whoo i went off there on de end..get at me im needin a battle

[J@yHuLL]

Fuck Saint, I'm bout ta' paint a picture...
Envision me flat out plain fuckin ya sista...
hey mista, why don't u think of suckin ya fingah'...
It's obvious you need some babysittah's ta' sit ya...
I'll rip ya...
Leave ya lookin like a mugged down Salvation Army bell ringah,
or country singah'...
I'll tackle you like Milloy mixed wit Sapp...
Nail you like Bledsoe as tha quarterback in tha forth quarter if that...
I make you dissapear quickah than a David Blain trick goin strong...
Click...click...Poof, bitch be gone...
Ya rhymes are fake faggot I'll be wishin you had some true hope in those...
But for now all tha real rappah's will call u Pinoccio...

[LM]

All I really need to say is check his structure, or lack of it...
Long lines, Short lines, structures fucked ya up, lines dont fit...
Sayin you can rap quick, your lyin bitch, you cant rap shit...
Just quit, retire while your fresh and unknown...
Walk away, go home, go back to livin alone...
Your lonely coz nobody wants to know you...
Everybody sayin J@yHuLL who...
He must be full of whackness, but what can you do?...
Cant spit anythin new, the worst rapper anyone ever knew...