Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

[fuctup]

my gat claps at ur location thats a standing ovation/and il put ur body in the passenger seat of my hotwheels/ and do a buck twenty in the hov lane while i pop pills/and pic at ur face as ur skin peels/and eat the thang/then im like hey man we are being followed by the police/ so i start throwin u at them piece by piece/we'll race for ur house/get to ur place and knock ur dad out/and stick ur dick in ur moms mouth/ and explain y ur dead/ im sorry, if he would have kept the dumb shit he said/ in his head/ he would b here eat spagetti and garlic bread/ instead of sittin there full of lead dead/ know S.W.A.T. is here/and im stickin ur fingers in ur moms twat an rear/as she crys and begs/ hey ur dads up so i beat him to death with ur legs/the police get on the loud speaker,psh come out with ur hands up/ i use mom as a shield and startd shootin they blew her head up/ know all of yall are dead an im cover in red/ i layed down and jacked off in ur bed/i took the last slug in tha clip/and claped off in my head/

[ripsta]

Yo
Fuctup you really fucked up/knuckle up leave u all bruised up/ talk bout my fam
That's a serious matter/ bomb u with th hazards u seal ur fate ya bastard/diabolical plans
Kid am the master/ 666 holocaust type of shit imma bring to u bitch/ kill ur fam first one
By one throw them in a ditch/ make u strike out, throw fast ball when I'm up to pitch/
U ain't at my level I define greatness/ its not an opinion its a fact making a statement/
Bet you dnt know how to use a gun/ try to shoot u think its stuck,stupid look of being confuse/u sweating it now screaming within yourself what do I do/ walk up to u take it from u/ safety is on,release booooom/ talking bout my gat claps, o yea it claps it just
Twist ur fucken wig back/ dnt care who sees am dragging ur ass/all the way down the streets leaving blood trails in the back/ throw u in a basement with the rest wanna
Be's that I dealt in the past u weren't the only believe.

[fuctup]

u hear a pitter patter of my feet then i splatter ur brain in tha street/i run up and u get done up out of site out of mind/yo lease is up cus u livin on barrowed time/ur js a faggot ima love to clap wit tha ratchet/ cus the automatic sprays spuratic/ all cuz u wanted static and ima let u have it/ disapear like magic and have u paked away like baggage/ with a busted up cabbage/cus the shotty goes BOOM like john maddens tough actin tanactin/im fuct up laughin the hole time im blastin,cappin u an all ur fam before yal new wut happen/yeah im not on ur level cus u havent put the game in/ an im at the game end/ and i know ur gangster js pretend/cuz if u was real we cud probaly be friends/but this is real life not fantasy/hope ur understandin me/you could never stand on the same stage as me/thats how its plan to be/only reason ur hear now cuz ur a failed plan b pregnacey/

[PaperChaSe]

ima merk ya nigga and whoever's with ya'
let the choppa rip ya', watch me rip tha' ripsta'
pucker ya lips and kiss tha', barrel of the tech
fuck ya chain pussy i want tha denero and tha respect
let me get in my nike mode and put this fagget in check

[Barakon]

Well, you can chase the paper but you'll never catch it
That terrible diss you just dropped left me retchin'
Please, you've never held a gun, let alone a TEC-9
You're better off spectatin' than fucking with bars that are mine
So how about you quit before you cross a line
And Barakon has to end your career way ahead of time.

[Vital_Organ]

I just battled you on the front lines i think i won man.
You losing battles in catastrophe like when the gun jam.
This is just a keystyle and my bars still trump his.
Hes a dumb kid the type you should put into dumpster's.
I'm a good citizen the way i get these kids off the curb.
Straight into a body bag lost to this world.
Barakon ain't even seen a gun like a sheltered little girl.
Your raps make me hurl cause your faker than real.

[Justice Grimm]

This kid's thinkin that he's spittin a bunch of cool, fat rhymes
And you can tell Vital Organs failin because of the fool's flatlines
All the time, This guy's presence on the cypher should be considered a crime
He's thinks he got props because he recently misheard a guy
Say his rhymes are lethal, when they just made him want to die
But when it comes to punchlines, his witty strength is a lie
Because his hardest punches couldn't make a toddler cry

[Vital_Organ]

Its pretty funny to me when justice gets thrown under my wing.
Cause i'd write better than this kid without eyes or a brain.
Even keystyling my rhymes are insane, no justice you dieing in vain.
Its grim the way i make these bitches feel the pain.
you need to clear your slate before you test my ways.
Cause when you underestimate the cops will investigate.
But they won't find the killer cause i crept away.
Now im hiding out in a decrepit cave full of masonic everything.

[Justice Grimm]

Vital says his rhymes are insane, which I guess must be true
Because if you can actually find some, a thing or two is wrong with you
They don't exist probably more than half of the time
Then he gets jealous of me because mine are so prime
But for real, you probably do have eyes and part of a brain
Just to type some shit, but the content's always inane
So go ahead and with your killing, and crown yourself the king
While you sit in your padded room lookin at "masonic everything"

[Vital_Organ]

Yo your flow is garbage and i keystyled that faster than sonic.
And im still dropping hotter products than justice ever thought of.
Some of yo lines are stretching on for kilometre's.
So this kid be sounding like Dysarthria with common bars.
You trying to catch the beat but fall flat like heart beat moniters.
In the ER during war time with shrapnel covered carcass's.
This kid paying so much attention to me like hardcore press.
That he forgets how to rap correct and doesn't produce a smash.

[N0BLE]

your girls unsatisfied with your light taps when you hump her
cause i go hard like a car crash smashin her bumper
she likes the hard wood-those tree limbs-you barely could stump her
only reason shes with you's cause i aint ask for her number
fuck her, thats what i do so who's producin the smash?
she's kissin you but you aint know i had her lickin my ass
so how's my ass taste?...
.... youre last place, weak and feeble
-----------------------we cant see you
simple as it gets so i guess thats why they say ignorance is bliss

[Vital_Organ]

This kid is funny but you ain't even touched a honey.
Cause your ugly ass meets restraining orders when your coming.
You say you go hard but you only fucking a mummy.
Sick fuck screws deceased corpses like necrophilia is nothing.
But no girl has ever loved him your swag is self destruction.
Cause ain't no way you fucking looking like a mushroom.
I mean fuck dude you can tell lies but ain't noone want you.
Both professionally and emotionally your at a loss too.
Cause you just producing misses while my hits are hostile.
Your flow is off bro your ignorance is bitch we know that you soft hoe.

[BrownMoney]

Vital you right Im fuckin ur mummy
Came on her tummy she sucked my nose snot runny
Got no plan like Stan
Cut yo sister up rape ur lil brother in the butt
I'm a nasty nigga Trigga pulla listen
I'm a killa Paranoid I shot my own brother
He out to get me Seen em watchin
Caught em slippin
left em drippin
waste of semen

[PaperChaSe]

first off dog truth is you like no other
what type of nigga goes off and shoots his own brother
whats next ur mother?/
im sick dog, the type of shit thats bad for your health
lemme give u sum help,
fuck ya family nigga kill yourself
and do us all a favor
your wack ima tell ya straight up so theres no confusion
my punchlines cause contussions while your more similar to noise pollution hahahaha

[Vital_Organ]

This nigga keeps popping off saying his lyrics are fatal.
Nigger your punches are weaker than a babies in a cradle.
Its like your arms are disabled the way you are unable.
To spit a verse as perverse as mine to you its fable.
My punches come direct and knock this bitch in the nasal.
Your a disgrace dude and it ain't a challenge to face you.
He got over 500 posts and still types like hes in grade school.
Its clear that intelligence was not something god gave you.
This kid's like a mouse the way his thoughts are see through.