Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

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Originally Posted by Chree

This dude actually sucks ^ @Glockamole you tryna get active or what?



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rjMG...rv=nQ8QVPjBOjA

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Whoaaaa dude said “this dude actually sucks? Holy guacamole you tryna get sexually active or what?”
Ngl bro your word play is gay as the actual fuck..


Bags GOT IN HIS HEAD had him FLAMING before our MATCH even started an all, took him out in a HOT FLASH it was PREMEDITATED you know I was involved …
It’s a CELEBRATION but Fuck a SHOT let’s share a BOTTLE wit dog, and RAISE A GLASS, but like a booster seat leave this kid wit CHEERS UP— in flames from this bomb MOLOTOV.

This pup dont want a battle, might just start whipping this Fag like an adult.
Hit you with more combinations than a padlock, the way that -cunt age'n- need a labcoat.
Piece him up like he's a lap dog with a rat jaw, cat paws and literal giraffe throat.

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Originally Posted by Chree

This dude actually sucks ^ @Glockamole you tryna get active or what?



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rjMG...rv=nQ8QVPjBOjA

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Don’t @ me in here

Made in my spitting image, but with these two, it’s a mockery
Arguing over who can chew a cock or three w/ those God awful knees
From far I spot these geeks, aiming at their canopy when I pop the piece
Those headshots expose the top of Chree,
& from I see he just wishes to grip the dick of GLOCK & squeeze
Both these bitches hoes praying to the SAVIOR asking for a load of stuff when they drop to knees
So I bless’em in the face as they slob my meat, with my nuts hovering over their mouths like apostrophes
Stfu buncha pussies making noise, these twats both queef
Pull out the black hammer & give good Ol’ Mole a beat

Hey, Save…

You put the last nail in your coffin, I reckon, you could make the case…
Since I got a Save now I’mma have to make cuts, he getting laid to waste.
Upon reflection I shoulda done a mirror match, I made the same mistake,
You could say to take Virb and add-Virb, but still this Save ain’t safe.

I’ll put this bitch in the sky, he ain’t got homies with gats tucked…
Sending Save to a cloud coz he ain’t got no backup.
I’mma empty a whole load of clips coz I came gunning, soon as I see him I’ll spray something
And keep reloading until I get the result that I want, soon as Save’s-coming (save scumming).

Remember when the World Wildlife Foundation and World Wrestling Foundation had some major beef, all about who got the WWF name to keep?
The latter one won and their fame increased… I put bears in headlocks, piledrive tigers and still ain’t deceased, fuck anyone trying to tell me Save a beast.

Damn VIRB I expected more from a man of action
You lack the passion, ain’t finger fucking triggers so macs not blasting
I could do knife-play like them UK boys but I prefer to turn this FAG to ashes
I might say your quite gay, waiting for the 2nd coming of the SAVIOR
Your like white folk in the kitchen, everything you cook up lacks the fucking flavor
Surrender your life, taking your souls the mission
I aim & unload these pistols with focused vision
While VIRBs only time busting shots when he chokes the chicken

Yo siggedy-Saviorself before you wreck yourself!
Because I'm bad for your health like you lack medical help
When you catch a heart attack from a deep fried turkey
In the deep South. Burning across your teeth like curry.
So now he's sheet white in the hood like cheap crack.. belie' that.
He couldn't use a fucking uzi without feedback from Illmac.
His finger jammed like he in the jar while the toaster's ready.
But he needs more than finger licking when he gets cut with this old machete.
And if we went toe to toe to throw hands he won't hold it steady.
Just know my blow is deadly like overdosing on Coke and Pepsi.
So now your soda's ready, along with diabetes from Mickey D's.
He'd literally die of keto from a single milligram of sticky weed.
Yo this guy's a wierdo. Catch him in the trap with no cheese.
He's like, "Oh, please! I gotta feed my seeds but there's no speed!"
Motherfucker, take the helmet off and GTFOutta here!
I'll admit your shit's fluid, but that's nothing but diarrhea.

It's a shame and a disappointment that Shaman a disappointment.
He ain't know witch doctor like a blatantly missed appointment.
You can rub him the wrong way just by taking medicinal ointment.
He thinks he can cure AIDS with snake skin and with it's poison.

The handgun is Magnum. And the cadence is all right cuz I'm aiming it clockwise.
It ain't Sway in the Morning when Sha' get's the .four five soon as son rise.
He was skating on thin ice with his feet on the ground like a no comply.
That's why the moment he closed his eyes I left him with an open mind.

He only communicates with spirits.. must be Jim Beam and Hendricks.
The only ghost he knows is Nick. That's so bad it's Nearly Headless.
He plays piano. So feel the blues instead of feeling lonely in the cypher.
I heard he was dominant with a flat 13. So he's probably going to a minor.

You fucking talentless piece of shit. This guy Shaman, I hate him!!
What good is actual lyrics when there ain't no aggression?!!
I'll spill his guts on the floor. So many cold cuts in his stomach he's vomiting gore.
But I ain't invested.. So I'm the CEO when I chop it up with the board.

You've been straining lately, but I'm not blaming Shamy,
Parents give babies a shaker, yours used to shake the baby,
I feel like I'm at the bakers making complaints on pastry,
"What's this shit? Why the fucks this Danish flaky?",
I'm country bashing on this I mean war,
showing my arse to the the UN & my bollocks to Peace Corps,
Denmarks gay, caught between Germans along with the Swedes you're accustomed to being sandwiched between sausage and meatballs,
Its almost as shit as the UK,
You think you're under-acknowledged, you do have something to prove mate,
What's it been, like 2 days? You're still newb grade,
Go ask girls to rate your looks if you're so eager for a touché
You know cuz you'll get a 2 shay?
I know I don't need to explain that shit to shay,
But why's Shay in here writing bars to shay,
When there's a $50 cypher, a plate with your name on like a Cartouche ay?

Yeah, my parents used to shake me down everytime I gained a pound.
So when I reached The Age of Reason, I gave them Paine, that's why they're deists now.
They became revolutionaries like Tupac's mom. Smoking and sharing Molotov's.
Always on the talkbox: "Shake, shake it, baby". That's California Love.

I have an ancestor who fought the English in the Napoleanic wars.
We were actually in bed with Prussia and Sweden. So yeah.. Denmark lost.
The British admiral was called Nelson, so I guess Mandela was the boss.
Y'all were bombing Copenhagen like I'm out with Belton and Molotow's.

I wanted Denmark to have an impressive fleet, but well.. that ship has sailed.
George W. Bush on the aircraft carrier with a Freudian slip: Mission failed.
That guy wanted to impress his dad, since he couldn't get Sadam Hussein.
Tony Blair and Anders Fogh were with him, whatever.. smh. I'm ashamed.

But yo, I have nothing to prove; it's inductive logic. My rhymes are dope, it's evident.
This guy Bag Mandela is barely sentient with a horrible speech impediment.
He has the shit flow of a fat American: He doesn't understand the metric system.
The Shaman's full of ancient wisdom. When I tear-a-dactyl it ain't reptilian.

American flow? Kill it off dude,
You heard me spitting on tunes with a British one too,
I doubt comparing is a strong move,
I'll melt n oltermanni-ts like a finnish fondue,
Ah shit, you're Danish, gimme one sec,
At the bottom of Sweden, a little off west,
Where the national identity's still a hot mess,
Went from Vikings to Lost like binging box sets,
I'll buss joke bout how ya village probs sucks,
But I'd never diss the fact you're into odd books,
Not because I'm giving the slimmest of fucks,
Just if I call you a nerd you'd think it was nuts,
Oh, did I err? Or get it right now?
I'll catch you & ya bøsset friends laying pipe down,
Get to swinging a knife round,
And strike through ya circle to find out the right sound

I'd clown him with a drunk lazy freestyle if me and this cunt met in real life.
Cuz he's just spitting a load of bollocks like he just ate a creampie.
Maybe the fuckface is senile cuz he's gon' wet his Levi's,
When he gets close to a killer like that punk in the Green Mile.

This Bag's inflating from getting gas, so I'll pop him like his mates in class.
It ain't Dexter's Lab, cuz B'n A square means you C square, that's ancient math.
But I can teach you Heisenberg's uncertainty principle without even Breaking Bad.
This guy's Spinoza, the rationalist philosopher, cuz he'll die from inhaling glass.

I'm going to New York while you stay in the Shire like the hobbit you are.
So incoherent I can't tell if you're on LSD or in the LDS up in Utah.
You don't have the bandwith for another language and it's sad as can be.
Cuz you're so bad with Google Translate you couldn't even Bag GPT.

Your Vikings to Lost bar was good, but the United Kingdom's a shitshow.
Only way I'm watching The Crown is if you send 11 cents to me on Venmo.
Oh, you're not American? But you can't read..? Well, here's an axe to your forehead.
So it ain't taxing or wars when I'll have this faggot in all red like your majesty's portrait.

You’ll be in NY, hope it’s brilliant don,
I will be in the shire, yorkshire, just mincin along,
That’s something you can understand our positioning from,
You be in New York, me? Be in the original one,

You got it twisted n wrong, you peruse books on fiend vibes,
Self defined mentioning philosophy every fuckin 3 lines,
You don’t meet the deep mind quota, you quote a couple deep minds,
You don’t possess a love of wisdom, it’s a love to seem wise,

The truth is easy, seek n get it, but man remains happy if he neglects it,
Human survival is indeed collective, and as a unifying principle would be effective,
at ensuring we connected and keep directed at a team objective,
A eutopia of equality, clear incentive how to optimally be progressive,
But as an egotistical, greedy, selfish, cunning, resource-depleting menace,
We’re better off with a “fuck it let’s just leave it” premise, to spare the universe of these genetics,

I’m writing this while I’m hittin the bog as a symbol of what a piece of shit stinker it was,
Those thoughts that sha-preformed are why he thinks in the box,
But you can't change into what you’re simply not,
I don’t expect shake-ups, unless you’re with your dad gripping his crotch

What a wanker this cat
Pull the Tool Out?
Nah them UK boys scared of Shootouts so I’m shanking this fag
This light work, You slanging Bags I’m moving kilos
He stays Bricked Up around men like SHAQ shooting free throws
Putting on a mean show, I’m cooking on the court your a bench warmer
Rot In Piss, laying in your own shit BAG, making the stench stronger
Death swarms ya, I’m sending a message & firing hecklers
You shootin blanks, so I fill in & give ya bitch more pipe then Ryan Sheckler
What a lying heffer, you got a hard cock from staring at Shamans pops crotch
Must make you blow your lid like a fucking crotch pot
You making the block hot, so I’m
Getting Rid Of Bags
Grip the mag, flurry of shots rain on this vicious path
Been a shift of plans, I rather smoke the Shaman
Bury’em with his ancestors then return to this pussy Mandela & leave’em w/ a broken hymen

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Someone replied? Shit feels like its been eons ay?
Props for tryin, but I dunno wtf you be on Save,
I won't make a big song n dance like Beyonce,
Just know you lost cause my shits beyond Save,

I am being forced to keep slapping dorks,
Cuz exercise is important n I don't practise sports,
I'd recommend you pray to God but that's mad of course,
Cuz Saviours Elf? Bro out here worshipping Santa Clause,

That shit pisses Christians off, but makes consumer-driven businesses rich off the stocks,
I don't care if you wanna serve a mythical, odd, individual who delivers gifts as a job,
But how we gon say you a real one? You think St Nicholas God,
Claiming you're Santa's little helper you must be fictional dog,

But don't let the Catholics shit on ya dream, despite how different you seem,
Cuz you call your man "Father", like daddy, no link in ya genes,
He puts little people through hell? bit of a creep like Diddy on heat?
It's beginning to sound a lot like Catholicism to me