Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

mentioned a legend, should be him instead of u breathing
speaking of bender, maybe u should go on one just to meet him
whoevers controlling this npc isnt prompting him right
how come ur posts dont get deleted like all the other bots on this site
who ever the mods are, stop letting him loose
says hes not a die hard fan but u act just as demented as bruce
u quoted everything i said wrong, i see ur a bad reader
talking about "correlation between color and qualification"...buddy u have neither
dude calls himself shaman cuz he wants magical traits
i hope that wish gets granted thru the contraction of aids

Turn this Philippina into Iwo Jima nothing but my middle fingers.
Putting you through the ringer in rap youre just a fetus you could never defeat us.
You look for a satisfaction in the mirror you need it.
I'm putting shells on ur back like a scarab or beetle.
I'm the pharaoh I mean it I can spot u like a glare on a cheetah.

Yo this pest's a bother
he keeps repeating the same old mantra
as if he took a page from Kafka
he wakes up buggin' like Gregor Samsa
I'll take a Benihana knife to slice his veins and after
that I'll eat his brains like Jeffrey Dahmer in an enchilada
but since it's made of emmentaler it tastes like nada
so I'll have to put extra salsa to try to create some fire
I'm a pain in the ass yo, I'm the devil's lawyer
I had him crying like Jerimiah
when I raped his daugther and gave her trauma
just because that pussy was Tight like Better Carter
I made her Strip like the place was Gaza
she tried to resist like an Intifada
but I violated all rights from the United Nations Charter
and then I set her face on fire like Isreali fighters
I'm nothing to play with, I ain't Made in China
I'll give you a taste of your future like an Asian diner
it's safe to say I'm better than this entire god forsaken line up
you'll never reach my height like the Ghengis Khan Empire
you're far behind like ancient times with all outdated science
I always make it in time, even in the eleventh hour
and I'm making a dime, but it's to the eleventh power
I'll never take ­a 9 to 5, I'll Path Kids by selling Sour
do the dirty work and hurry home to take a shower
yo, you and your wife hate each other
so she gave me a scintillating offer
she wanted me to hold a tape recorder in the naked sauna
while she made my Jimmy disappear like it's name was Hoffa
she makes out with me like she's tryna take my tonsils
but that ain't enough for me, so I took her Maid of Honor
I'm God in bed, kinda like Tupac, cuz I laid Madonna
but I'll have a snake pop out of the cake at the baby shower
I'm like an Arabian sheik in my araba, making para
and I can keep destryong shit like I'm painting Dada
but I ain't like you just saying bla bla bla bla
so now the Shaman's out like I'm taking Ayahuasca ...

alot of filler bars r u leaking collagen?
He always wanted to rap but this bitch needs college n this
dudes screaming out hoping someone will acknowledge him.
no-ones studying ur shit bars we arent ecologists.
whats a self proclaimed god to an ID allah gyst.
Foundation shaking so much the columns are split.
The only real line is the when the makeup reaches ur neck.
It's uneven at best I wreck u with my feeblest texts.
U use small rhymes but atleast ur ego is big.
My lines still put casinos in debt.
What you lack is advanced lingo and depth.
The only difference between u and Smegal is meth.

I am God. You don't believe in me? Just ask Siddharta when you pass Nirvana.
And you can be a G too. As long as you don't practice Dharma with the Dalai Lama.
Chree's supposed to reach for the light, so I might teach this padawan his karma.
Nah, nevermind. I'm God, so I don't need a Chree when I'm casting manna.

In his past live he was Kurt Cobain: At the pearly gates he did a B&E.
Cuz Dante said when you commit suicide you're forever doomed to be a Chree.
So now let's tear up his roots like he's Tupac and I shoot with Keefe D.
Nah, it's funny.. I feel nothing when I smoke Chree. Like I'm doing CBD.

This shit about to get uglier then coyote
To summon the shaman I take some peyote
See he just wants the true inner self
So I show him this SAVIOR delivers hell & sends shots till ya liver fails
I’m the gruesome champ, Benoit with the winners belt
Ya spirits frail, I’ll take you to the crucifixion that’s how this sinners dealt
Nails pierce ya wrist, spears thru ya ribs I see the fear in this bitch
This is the Salem Trials, I’m impaling this witch

The Savior ain't ready. We're still months away from Judgement Day.
Your dame is definitely sexy. But she oscillates between love and hate.
So she gives me Deep Throat like the informant's name in Watergate.
I didn't want to break the news to you like an Asian fortune cake.

You may be woke, but you're not awake. I only fucked her cuz I lost a bet.
I said I didn't have chlamydia on our date. So I burned her on the stake.
Shouldn't your avatar be thorns and nails instead of skull and chains?
Fuck it, it doesn't matter. Empty heroin syringes: It's all in vain.

We'll get to see him go insane when he get's stung by the cactus.
Like he's accepted in the Hall of Fame and we're all hired actors.
But he's just drunk like a crackhead. So this celebrity get's stuck.
He'll be lying on the Walk of Fame, cuz Self-he with The Rock.

I'm eloquent as fuck. But you had a hunch like back in Notre Dame.
Centurion on the Via Dolorosa: I'll have The Savior on the walk of pain.
You're not the same when I cross your lane. You'll end up with a foggy brain.
So everytime they call my name it's like escaping with a ball and chain.

(I'm not sure if the syringes bar have been used before. Maybe I used it before myself, lol. But anyway, it's just a cypher..)

Is it fortune cake or fortune cookie?
I'm dead, u kid-in with that shit?
Well time for your abortion rookie/

One quick look an i can tell you are queer,
I know you ain't talking 'bout avy pics?
Shiiit, bitch I can smell you from here/

Just another pretentious cunt,
coming with a tendentious stunt,
Putting on a sententious front, right?
like flicking on a torch when camping,
sooner or later your in-tent-shuns come to light/

Stop pretending bum, you not taking shots like a abstentious drunk
I’m the resurrection of PUN with such an infectious tongue
Let the Wesson dump, just waiting for me to bust like he was edging off spunk
I’ll Set It Off punk, in this match I’m taking Money From The Bank
& coming for sweet victory like a gas station honey pack
Letting off slugs, I’m packing pistols Bav
Bring you to the feet of the SAVIOR your just a sacrificial lamb

I'll crack your skull open on the end of a bar, incredibly hard,
No more sav-in the game when I pull his memory card,
Look you goon, in your sex life you basically fuck balloons,
Your Grindr usernames Luv2Spoon,
You've got an inflatable doll you apologise to when you cum too soon,
I'm charismatic, your cars a matic n yous a man who'll need to use a manual to read the user manual that explains how to use a manual,
I bee somewhere smoking fresh pollen,
Your current bitch - voldemort, ya ex - gollum,
Bring death on em, Beats I beat my chest on em,
Catch me in a race with a spoon I rain eggs on em,
Ya wife's tits I nest on em, rest on em,
VIP guest on em,
If its war you'll be covered in red dots I flecks on em,
I'll have ya mums fanny packed with a dick like a stool,
You wear a fanny pack to hide your boner when you drop ya kids off at school,
Act like I won't end on a set up,

you know sucking dick is his Next journey,
Cash for text got me Stretching Bags longer than the set up on his Text Tourney.
Talking Money? but you ain’t on no fly shit lookin sluggish,
For death? I’ll just carry on Bags like we paid for extra luggage.
Can’t believe they haven’t canceled fella yet?
Throw enough combos his skull will ask how long will the Mandela Effect?
I go sight seeing while getting my dick sucked it’s scenic,
You’ve been on this site kissing ass for so long that you unlocked an achievement.
You won’t be breathing while I’m pushing his scalp,
It’s like an ambulance team once they pull up they start Rushing you for help.

Rican Theories? Nah, his vision’s a blur,
He claims he’s profound, but he’s barely mature.
I dissect his lines, slice ‘em up with precision,
Each word’s a collision, it lacks any vision.
I’m Lady Death,
cutting through with finesse,
Your theories collapse under weight, nothing’s left.
You talk like you’re deep, but you’re scraping the surface,
I’m slaying your verses, exposing your worthless.
Massachusetts can’t save you, your name’s just a myth,
I come with the flame, and I burn where you drift.
So Rican, you’re weak, better step from the throne,
It’s Lady Death’s kingdom, I’m claiming my own.

Yo, Chree's in the cypher, but he ain't even rappin',
Interruptin' the flow, like he don’t know what happened.
Talkin' all loud, like his mouth is a weapon,
But every time he speaks, it's a vibe that he's wreckin'.

Tryna flex knowledge, but he’s missin’ the proof,
Words sound hollow, like he’s twistin’ the truth.
Actin’ all tough, like he’s raisin’ the roof,
But we know he's just fakin' like a mythical spoof.

He’s a static buzz, while we stayin' in tune,
Droppin’ weak bars, like he’s clutchin’ balloons.
We on fire, while he’s coolin’ too soon,
Talkin’ outta turn, now he’s catchin’ the doom.

Blabberin' nonsense, it's time that he hush,
Words spillin' out, like he’s caught in a rush.
Droppin' dead weight, man, his talk is a crutch,
He’s steppin’ in the cipher, but ain’t adding much.

Take the bbc out of your mouth and put it in your ass

Lady Death? Talkin', boring, I ain't moved by the quaint grove,
Actin' grim like saints move, she's not at ease, won't faint, though.
No saint of breath alarm me? Your bars cut shallow, no bite in your cleft,
You claimin' you’re lethal? With deep thoughts? Just talkin' 'bout a vibe, probably sits on it to stay alive.

Neck tight, say they wreck vibes, but who are you foolin' with those eyes?
You stepped in the cypher, but it’s you who’s coolin'.
Talkin' dimes 'bout proof to find, but where's your receipts?
All I hear’s a ghost, just whisperin' beats.

You think you’re ice cold, but I’ll light that flame,
Bringin' heat to the reaper—now remember my name.
I’ll analyze and dismember every lyric you render,
Munchin' the tune? I lasso the Castle—I'm a high-flyer contender.

You’re stuck on the ground, swingin' scythes at the sky,
Call yourself Death, but I'm the coroner, passin' you by.
With a surgical buzz saw, I dissect your speech,
Bury you deeper than your vibe could ever reach.

You talk ruthless, say you’re bringin' the doom,
But the only thing dead is your cypher room.
Don’t tarry; my words carry through and consume,
Decipher my life—I've boomed while you’re still in the gloom.