Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

Prelude:
It's the year 2021, and in a quiet town in eastern Illinois a crime is being committed: Sicko Rhymes is dancing to Culture Club whilst wearing a tube top with his poodle. The police barge in and arrest him, his poodle screams and flees. The criminal is brought to the station for a professional mental diagnosis...

From Dr. Stu!

This dude whines like he got a liberal arts degree from Berkeley
He sees a dude start to sneeze and pleads him- "Don't hurt me"

You can remove a man's penis uppercutting sicko in the mouth
He's always going down on a dude so he's representing the South

The men leave deposits in his rear so they call him the "teller"
His purse collection's extensive and he uses it to lure the fellers

I undertook this task as justice is my foremost duty
I hereby evaluate this suspect...

Diagnosis: Fruity

Dr Stu i will have your license rewoked

Your practice is hack shit like those rhymes that you wrote

Strap you to the bed and inject you with insulin

Then i take my CD and have you biting it

Take your stetoscope and choke you

Thats it let it go its over

I diagnose you with a illness called retarded

Write you a prescription for farcin

Youre Jim Parsons dumber than most

Im hundred percent elevated like burned toast

Check to see if the coast

Is clear

Oh no Slick is still there

Yall get mad from battle rapping on the web

Yall a bunch of faggots and need bullets to your heads

The only time your rhymes matter is when you recite it to eachother sleeping in ONE bed

Youre done dead

Ima make you nonbread

Ahmed knock on his door

Men fuck your ass and leave without saying goodbye.
That stupid shit was unworthy of any good lines.

Dr. Stu aint clever I'm a step ahead of you ,
you think your a doctor but Zantac can't bring the best of you ,
I'll slash stu's throat for his self , pass the knife ,
Ya chick must be cold the way I dash her chest wit ice ,
I'll blast wit this pipe , danger is the moment you ignore ,
ignorant sucka's like you gander in the zone to see me perform ,
You think you can beat me? Salamanders also want water ,
cuz by this "desert" you won't find liquid only "scorpions" for the slaughter (desert as in gun)

Stue your screws seem to be loose

ego is bruised

No comeback like Tom Cruize

on Oprah / infuzed

Is the killer within

My chanches makes yours ultimately thin



Thinking to win

I'll make you lose like your kin

You too dumb to understand the flow that i bring

Youre just another enemy that my scope has you in

I'm deadly

Come at me

Exactly

Youre a fag see

Stop crying try a maxi/

Pad

Call your man and

Tell him you got your ass hand-

-ed

To you by a flashbang

Dance around you like snakes

When they break the hypnosis

Starling approaches

Take a bite of your ass

And other roaches

My venom has your mortality exposed bitch





Youre too soft for this

Go watch more cat videos and honor it

I'll smoke slick with out the crack , I said its useless ,
cuz like five shots to ya limbs , the grip leaves you juiceless ,
I'm 10 levels above ya blue print , outer space awaits you ,
I'm spittin raps that hit hard unlike what the fakes do ,
Snakes? No your snake food , you turn into the altered beast , (altered beast sega genesis)
I'll still tame you , I say that I'm so hard that I'd bang you ,
I break so fast for this "orange juice" that I'll oranga"tang" you , (tang is also orange juice)
I slay cat's , especially inside my 50 foot proximity ,
Cuz my hitters want to give slick heart desease - no remedy

Stu look , I'll take you and slick on at the same time ,
You both suspect , your raps kickin wit the same rhymes ,
stu your games mine , all that talk is nice till you fall ,
put ya best foot forward then fold when you brawl ,
Slick I know who you are , your a heat rebel ,
You build your raps like a punk that's on street level ,
I'm settled , green on my fingers gun in my other grip ,
Yall worse than chopped and screwed on a southern tip ,
No I'm playin yall can rap , yall just need to elevate ,
Wit ya faces "upset" and "hot" as Puerto Rican dates ,
I'll get no time outs , how I spend my days you'll find out ,
you rhyme clown , you won't take your raps the crime route ,
Its non sense , you think you can meet my flows? ,
like every detective I have to let the evidence show

Your gun rhymes
Click less than a beat from Jimmy Iovine

If this is Columbine
What's on my mind is you're on the sideline

Maybe it's your head maybe it's Maybelline
You spit more methaphores than Canibus when he's on the lean

You're just Charlie Sheen
Claiming you're winning

Shooting ampulls dreaming of killing
I'm roasting chicken like i'm grilling

The words are
You were touched by a doctor

I'll detach your limbs like when i'm eating a /lobster
Don't mean to go against the grain when i say i'm a /mobster

So stay on the roster
You're fucking with a monster

I'm your flying saucer
I'll make you look dumb

Like Southerners when they're eating a plum

I thought we had freedom of speech
I get called out for disrespect but ya'll started the beef

This is hip hop
But some want to toss up a /scene

But not me i stay clean
Driving rap forward

Holding the steering wheel like a Chauffeur
You're dancing shirtless on top of cars like Donald /Glover

Gonna go 2003 on this one...

You fucks men, homey: never by your lonely
I'm the motherfuckin' doctor and you can't claim to know me.

Soar Anus and Dick Trick:you man pleasers are dipshits
You call my cock a bong and are trying to take a hit of it.

Y'all taking licks of mens licorice, it's ridiculous.
You two fags are infamous for calling your little dicks a "clitoris"

Stupid ass bars with no point, go smoke mens pubes in a joint
Both of your "raps" were written with intent of disappointment





God damn man kissers...

Dr stu has awakened , ridin in his car sleepin ,
I'm now learnin you can't go hard wit your defense ,
I look at ya arms , you keep mostly gay bombs ,
I mean you talk tough , I'm not worried or alarmed ,
like a child I got your life in my palms ,
you'll grow up and then pray to me as your god ,
Stu you should regret challengin me to the death ,
Look at the way I move to shoot bullets to ya chest ,
I'm excellent never desperate I'm on foot to ya way ,
Like a kid from the street your shook from the strays ,
I'll brighten your day with a gun flashin , no magic ,
the one mourner for your cause see's you , so tragic ,
But I'm kaid I don't need any moral boosters ,
I'mma thief that "takes" ya dome like a moral "looter"

Slick you sound like you ate a whole pizza by ya lonely ,
My armor loads heavy , guns upgraded to the silencer slowly ,
I'll "trick" this man , put on a prostitutes clothing quickly ,
Your rapists got liquor in his system , taggin ya back swiftly ,
Q the Were-Cat howls this is a thriller like Mike Jackson ,
Beat you to a inch of your life like Jesus on The Passion ,
I hold automatics for dudes gettin they car's bumpin ,
Slick I'll steal ya sub woofers thinkin you hard , we'll jump ya ,
Pause for that avenue on ya streets that says Martin Luther ,
Go against Soar Kaid , slugs hit ya ears and then it mutes ya

Youre the type to hang with cats that wanna kill ya

Ill make you swing at your homie with societal tactics belonging to guerillas

Nas is not your homie
You worship the one and only

My company is confined to those who win a Tony
Youre on my strudel Im the Rock youre a jabroni

Stu feelin me out like his girl dissed him
Left alone like Drake now hes a broken system


League of extraordinary gentlemen
My control on your lifes got all the pissies assemblin

So pop a melanin ketamin battery acid or whatever youre battlin

I got the gasoline

Youre scorched

Ill hang Stu with his stetoscope and eat fried chicken on your porch

I'll pull out my blade swing it to rip you ,
Block that non sense with a knife like a ginsu ,
Forget what you been through , I know your a loser ,
I'm the max walkin on ya planet of sickness ,
To dismiss you I'll take your status as a dueler ,
I was gonna mind my own business , I'd walk away ,
The way I feel now , I'll fill you with hallow strays ,
My knives to trick gets me "A" as awesome grade ,
slicks a trick tryin to scam for a harlots pay ,

I just came back from rehearsing three verses from songs,
my friend referred to me. First thing I saw,
Soar Kaid assertin' he's burly 'n strong,
but then blurtin' he dons shirts and a thong,
made for prostitutes fervently thirsting for cocks.

Certainly his words, am I wrong?
It's urgently worse than I thought.
Observe and just watch:

Wants to fill Slick with what?
I heard him speak "sperm from this rod."
Get that head out your ass
'cuz your words are currently murky and not
clear. No. The other type of head, you dirty-ass thot.


Verse me in halls, or start curbing that talk.
While I'm traversin' to brawl, he curses 'n bawls
'cuz I'm 'bout to murder him, all
I need now is a hearse 'n a copp-
er shovel to bury this thot in the prairies at dawn,
or this knife from this purse that I copped from some girl in the hall.

You're deserving some surgery. Saw off
half of your smirk 'n your jaw, got
masses of surgeons involved shocked
in fixing scandaluous work that's befalled on
your face.

After my fans hood can't get over the trip ,
What you thought you'd avoid my soldiers and dip? ,
The nines they hold rise to chest level to blast ,
Hoods affection to the game brings the devil in cats ,
Your whole name got me thinkin of the sickest rhymes ,
Lil Red Riding Hood arrested for her attempted crimes ,
This chick is solemn and discusting she lives like swine ,
Rain fallin on ya hood chick don't forget to cry ,
The situation aint light like you lit my eyes ,
You give the vagina too quick
you aint a expensive prize