Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

[Lyrical Sword]

I dont know how to start of with your dam scripts
cuz there are mine to swallow, as if I prescript
it. but enough of the this shit, let's do the walkin'
dig a whole in your head like a hat as I'm talkin'
D is as average as his toes, your skills aint mastered
I'll poke your eye till it's dry, you're fucking bastard
My mind is the ocean, yours is a mustard
piss in your mouth till your under dirt
OK now im in the zone to step and demolish your throne
You claim to be that BEST But REALLY YOU"RE UNKNOWN
Kid... you make me laugh with your wack metaphore..
"SOUNDING LIKE A CRIMINAL" WTF dude your dropped the saw
Cuz with style that a kid has, I bet you never drop hot
I"M THE KING, YOUR THE QUEEN, you'll get the top shot
Cuz When I shot I never miss, Fire call it Kobe
I put a end to your sorry ass rap career like obie...

[JayPea]

Damn bro, you garbage
Shoulda stayed outta this carnage
Cuz I'm about to go on a kill-ing spree
Puttin Halos on eve-rybody that I see
Mr.Dutchy sounds corney like what the fucky
Go back to playing with your rubber duckys
See my problem is the fact that you think you can rap
But you lack crack which keeps em comein back
And I cant listen cuz im deaf to weak skills
Me and my flow..We kill chickens..Wild Bills Grillins
Fillin the buildin with a ominous feelin
Your handicaped against me you musta got wheeled in
Cuz I got the advantage I'm on a rampage
So get outta the way boy dont you know I'm a stampede
Better duck and weave, your best bet is ta flee
You know retreat or better said..just leave

[Lyrical Sword]

Hum.. was that a diss, or a compliment
I feel nothing but a sad sentiment
Talking 'bout flow, yours is choppy
I'll shave your head with a broken glass, you're phoney
I dont need to rhyme to scorch your brain
cuz the flame that you claim is all lame
you have no lyrical skill, you never being ill
I'll step on your teeth like you're brushin' till
I see no blood flowing through your vein
It's hard to stand up man cuz you're too fat to have game

[MrDutchyD]

Unknown? bitch you're not even on my hitlist.
You are nobody, you get no shit for christmas,
until yo momma says, here sword sniff this.
It seems to make you lyrical so then you can try to diss,
Dutchy D, damn thats a miss from that bitch.
Cuz when i spit, I keep haunting your mind.
I aint got time, for fuckers like you,
Im rappin part-time, understand that you queer.
Cuz unlike you i actually have a career.
lets get this clear, im kickin it in low gear.
No need to diss this cashier,
You gay, faggot, dont come close to me.
Or i'll puncture your inner ear.
Shuff two grams of coke in your nose.
And then dispose of your overdosed body.
Let you decompose pick up your disembodied,
spirit and torture it to death again.
lets get serious... get off the crystal meth lil wayne.

[.Atlas]

oh god just look at this clown
no hand shakes, I'll give your face a fist pound
then catapult you and rhianna's dead bodies right cris brown
DutchyD, you don't even have the right to rhyme next to me
I'll make you wish that your father had gone and had that vasectomy
talking about a career? doesn't matter when you live with your mom
couldn't get a girl to save your life so your abusing your palm
I'll snatch the mic, smack you twice, kill you, bring you back to life, then lyrically sacrifice you, and finish the job in the afterlife

[MrDutchyD]

Atlas that last line you rhymed was kinda lame.
It was exactly what i said, only not so insane.
Living with my mom? Dude we aint talkin about you.
Abusing my palm? Not everyone does what you do.
You's the wackest rapper that ever walked this earth.
I bet your mom wishes she did die during your birth.
Lyrically sacrificed and then a spiritual rebirth.
Cuz im the son of the devil, No ones on my level.
Im so hot i'll make hell look minus 60 degrees
your mama sais your cool but im the one who disagrees,
Damn dude you look like you have a skindesease
Now get down on your knees, maybe if you say please.
I wont kill ya,but i cant say i will cuz you're one of the nominies

[.Atlas]

let's get this straight, you're not my son, so I'm not claiming you
as a matter fact a late term abortion, is what I came to do
hit you with the scalpel and the suture, hip hops not dead
but you're the reason that it has no future
kill me? see now your life is about to get short
I'll fly to Amsterdam and beat you with a disease infested escort
you been smoking too much , but come on and test your fate
I'll lyrically destroy you where your face as a trophy, like leather face
your just feather weight, I'll make you levitate to a better place
you need to just run back to the coffee shop so you can medicate

[Lyrical Sword]

This fag is not a contender when I Stand him
Cuz I'll Hurt you so bad you'll think you went to the gym
This Slut is kim, I'll Fuck you with your mic
Put the head in your mouth till you chock like a food fight
I'm better than you and that is a fact my boy
Bite the fresh of you as you stay still like a toy
I play the game like roger ferderer when I smash it
hit your face with your hands till I crash it
You're a secretary, Bitch get your job done, Midget
You aint no danger like a gun without the bullet

[.Atlas]

you claim to be ill but your styles not original
imitating others, because you fail to be an individual
but it's OK because Atlas is here, sounds like clap as the Gatling's cheer
then I'll snatch your cowardly soul out the atmosphere
what else would you expect, for stepping to king kong?
I'll smack you like a ping pong, then take all shit like a Klingon
defeat you and laugh because your dreams gone
and it's funny because it doesn't even seem wrong
murder murder redrum is like my theme song

[Lyrical Sword]

If I'll immitate someone, it'll be your wack ass
just to prove that a baby can break that grass
You called yourself KING KONG? what a confidence
Cuz when I push you off the cliff, there'll be no evidence
Smack me with ping pong just to take my dream away?
I'll leave you arm-less as you sream for days
Bitch get it right, Im tight, you're light
Before you reach my level, you've to throw your life
I'm known as a vet in text, you're known for your mess
I'll beat you with my hands tied, fucking slice your neck
Punch you so hard, I'll ink my name on your chest
death, take your breath to double my health
Bitch you're aint no match for Sword, fix your wealth


PUSSYYYYY.....<<<----

[Lyrical Sword]

I need a real competition for my nutritient
Cuz I have so much punches, Ali was my student
I'm waisting line cuz my mind fashes like a TV
When I drop the hammer, ni**a's spins like a CD
My brain is made of fire, Im unflammable
Cuz I put wack MC's to their places Like plug in a cable
Im dope with the mic and without my words
Copy this rhymes and your next mixtape will be heard
That's 4 bars so far and I still have more to open
The door is heaven but I bake Mc's in my oven
Im done cuz I gotta go do some real shit...
The ni**a called Atlas, is a fucking BITCH...

[zg25]

You got no brain your head is empty
name should be brainless headempty the wannabe MC
Only thing ur droppin is words, it aint rap
My drops are genius an i hardly say crap
As of that enough of you nigs tryna diss
shits terrible thinkin you can spit kinda makes me pissed
Im out youl never forget a lyrical master like me
So indict me into rap hall of fame fuckin kyke G's

[.Atlas]

Now if your pissed off, because I dissed you
for your wack shit, I'll hand you a tissue
your mad because I'm crushing you with the force of jay leno's jaws
so your getting all touchy, and going through early menopause
atone for all your wack bars, you need to go and pay penance
whats even sadder is that you can't put together a complete sentence
you see because I'm the original blacksmith that forged the lyrical sword
your all hyped up, until I pull out your spiritual cord
got you running like a slave, getting tracked in the south
I'll stand with a lit blunt an AK-47, in the back of your house
then come inside tie you up, and start smacking your spouse
put my nut sack on you drum set, and take a crap on your couch
you won't be dope anymore, once I smack the crack out your mouth
called me a fucking bitch?, because I'm fucking your bitch
shes here right now as I'm typing, busy sucking my....

[Lyrical Sword]

I 'm not even pissed cuz that crap was not a diss
If I was, I'll dig in your tummy just to get it fix
You're a pethatic Bitch talking 'bout gunplay
the only time you ever "click clack" is sun-day
Bitch get it right once again, you suck
Please do me a favor and drown yourself like a duck
You're a faggot, sprayin' your gayness in this thread
I'll poke your eyes till I reach the back of your head
I dont need many line to shut this dyke once and for all
cuz you're as slow as a grasshopper, you fucking doll



LMFAO...

[SenecaHaze]

holy shit... you a bitch & you're awful....
like if the chicken's missin when i order a waffle..
you dull with no skull he get laughed at by dope heads
question: how can you be a sword if you've got no edge?
im not trying so shut the fuck up & listen freak
if i put any effort into dissin you I'd be dissin me...