Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

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Originally Posted by Dadiator

Decapitate my helm? Quit making up stuff just for a rhyme scheme.

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Freddy vs. Jason - Jason Vorheese kills Freddy Kreuger by decapitation. You consistantly use fake quotes, cake boy. Nice try...

It's a Crime Scene when you rhyme clean? More like "mean" as in "average" - I'm SAVAGE!/
I'll damage ya frame and package the remains and lose them in the sea like a claim for lost baggadge!

Yet you still manage to make random facts up like an ass-hole/
I Monopolized this rap game, getting past me? Nigga You haven't even started let alone pass-go/

I'm a rascal - more like king kong when i'm swinging my arms/
the type to bring ya harm , better ring the alarms!/

Riots? I Insite those! My foes? Ignite Those!/
You don't wanna press my buttons just like a typo/

A'ight so, this is the cyph' so I'll spit typed flow.
Type so, raw, like I bleed on the page.
Can't touch my keys, they sharper than razor blades.
Blaze the style, Jimmy Bones a wild Boy like MGK..
Come up like Dante's escape, from hell...
Devil came to check and only found my empty cage.
Phantom possessin the cypher, and I'mma out rap this dude.
I am the the was, the is and always will be "Absolute".

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Originally Posted by JBDaPhantom

Blaze the style, Jimmy Bones a wild Boy like MGK..

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I have no retort for one who brags about screwing "wild" guys in a "diss" thread...

Jimmy's Bone's Da Phantom - YOU even admit ya dick don't exist/
You Homo-eroticism Feindin' shit - Wit you emo razer blades slittin' wrists//
I demolish writs and close the pearly gates in yo face like unto Dante/
My harsh bars comin' at you hotter than picanté - But let me not flash my skills too much cause you'd want to see my prick like the Full Monte//
I'll have you chokin' harder on my pistol then on ya man's meat-missle/
And you can't EVER! OUT-(W)RAP ME , NIGGA, LIKE A MUSLIM ON CHRISTMAS!//

Meat missile?!
meat missile?!!
meat missile?!!!
meat missile?!!!!
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MEAT MISSILE?!!!!!

The Great Father inquires why you asked to Bone Jimmy in subvertive text.
Avert whats next, which is a guy squirting down your neck.

I surmise that you've never read The Divine Comedy, you don't even know the reference.
Your citations are far from straight, just like your sexual preference.

The great master over here decrees, that this wanna-be father needs to learn to read/
No one believes the propoganda you "decree" - You're more like mother nature: beggin' men to deliver unto you there seeds!/

You see - obviously I read the Divine Comedy: Hense the closed gates to Dante reference - Stupid ass, READ!/
Oh and believe, my 'RAP GAME' must be 'homo' the way i'm "fucking this nigga up!" - bitch, please.../

Stop it, man-kisser, your punches are missers
Your "alternative" lifestyle will lead to anal fissures.

Your rap game is homo, it reflects your life decisions.
When you get married, you will be in the wife position.

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Originally Posted by AbsolutE

hi, my names absolute n i luv shopping
us girls grab our high heels for bar hopping

my name is absolute and i drown my sorrows in dirty martinis
to forget the fact that great father is a meanie

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Shut it, you girly little miscreant, your attempts produce giggles.
Your five minutes of fame never started, you are soft like jello jiggles.

Life style decisions? Ha...and another fake post - who would have guessed.

Life decisions reflect life, sure:

I "fuck men up" when I go for the "low-blow": no homo!/
Your masculenity reflects your skills: both shits's a no-show!/

My skills produce giggles because you're the only one not getting my riddles/
Your raps are played out like broke fiddles - and fading fast verse me like dribbles of piddle/

You rap but lack no middle - no heart - no truth/
No Slooth needed to realize this "youth"'s a "babe" to the game like "ruth"/

And these fake quotes is so uncouth - the only person diggin' them IS you/
You have to make up fake ups to rap against me "successfully" - don't agree then scroll up for proof!/

Look, you crazy guy-screwer, you are always homo on all of your actions.
The fact that you poorly hide it is a great detraction.

Thine credances doth swelter in lore yonder, foul wench.
Forsooth, valiant Great Father doth plodder thine soul in a trench.

Dadiator are you a rapist
I'm not hating on your name but the faggot chart's swingin like a weathervane
Your name speaks of battles won but what's in a name
You're a fatherly gladiator no more than you are a thane.

You claim The Great Father to be queer while you're in bed wit absolute.
The Great Father is mighty, your speech is full of holes like a flute.

You aint no resurector, just a honey bee looking for nectar
You only get pussy when your queen will let ya,
ill have her ass up in the sky, and beat that pussy up till it look like uncle fester,
your mother probably fondled you yep she was a molester
but you enjoyed chasing that bird im a call you Sylvester..

Dons-hot-ta who? Nobody! We all know there is truth to a name/
That's why I'm AbsolutE in the game - 100 proof wit' no filters to restrain/

If he Sylvester, does that make you Tweety? Must be cause you're fuckin' "yellow" and "mini"/
You're rhymes are a "bother" too "empty" - sweeter than Whinnie!/ (wow catch that!)

Wit' your rhymes there's no winning - I'd change ya name to "The Great Father"/
Cause your next round's "Second Coming" is being DENIED like religious proffer!/

Absolute,is fucking shit absolutely/
Hand the mic down to thee/and salute me/
I would kick down your door with the butt of a AK rifle holding surplus ammo/
Wearing Woodland Cammo/
to find absolut fucking a absolute bottle/
If you 100 proof,am 200 Pure Delivery getting lit in a booth/
and Shoot you with the gun your makers produced/
I spray you on Russian women/
And always be Intoxicated sicker than you/
Drink the Juice of my raps and shiver/
mucles tense and relax epileptically with no ability to deliver/
How you Poison me when you couldn't get handled by your own liver ?/