Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

This orchid I once honestly had, a rothschildanium that cost me a stack, emulated its namesake when I spotted the fact that beneath the surface it fuckin turned all rotten n black

Your life goes start... fail, I doubt you are male,
you spend big bucks at yard sales, on new bindles you part snail,
iLL finesse fishy breath, I know you droppin bars frail, cuz you sound like a backup singer for the carwash song on shark tale, know where you'd find life hard? Jail,
you'd be bottom bunking scared of heights bitch you weak,
I'd take the top bunk, have a lot of juice, get a drink fuelled sleep,
n that's when the truth rain down on you urin too deep,
"Dear diary, I can't cry underwater, but through piss do weep"

Bag Mandela youll get arsoned fella
This is martian shell i

Send your way like bottles at Coachella
Im a dolphin killa

Any aquatic gets the automatic
You fishes just panick

Screaming so frantic
Youre in Arsenios attic

Im classic

Youre sipping ice tea in your hammock

Ill stab it
Til you drop dead from the havoc

Blast a police cruiser with the cops in it
No fake no paint just cockin it

Im a boss innit
Drop the guise the line im crossin it

Art of War we go toe to toe
Ill drop you like a uppercut coming down to flore

Zzzzzzz

I'm bored, so I decided to perform, cast a storm
My wrath's impact is like violent waves crashing shores, no remorse for the corpses that I leave in the wake of my raised endorphins, is it gay to say you could play with my foreskin, that's a slick trick I'm not endorsing, this shit is totally Gorgan, I'm enforcing like this wcw and I'm a horseman, I escort them off the plank into the pits of the unfortunates

Ill do it rage-style accapella
Tell your goodfella

Nutella works in a cell i
Dont think you could dwell

Listening to ranting for you is hell
But well that would make a lott of sense

You got no finesse just empty shells
No illness just a headcase in a shell

Spraying random words like that
Ohh like rap?

Ye bet you rhyme better with chaps
Veteran crap

Etcetera happened
Ill sever a captain

Never let Chapman
Get a hold of your abdomen

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Ill ill your finnesse like tubercolosis in ice scaters

And fuck your mom so hard she becomes a hater

Invite your dad to capers
Slit his throath while hes watching the raiders

Your a Dido fan, stay listenin to life for rent,
Named after Rick least you could do's meet minimum requirements,
But you're flows slick for real, you spill it time n time again,
It might look nice on the surface but it's killing the environment,
You're tryna perform with a deck of cards but can't shuffle em,
I'm performing witchcraft, dark arts n occultism,
I can solve 3 rubix cubes blindfolded while I juggle em,
What I'm sayin is what's a single Trick to a Bag full of em?
If my house was near your house you'd probli get invited, I'd booby trap that motherfucker, bombs'd get ignited, I hate people who haven't done stuff n go by what their friends decided, so the sign on my door will say "don't knock it til you've tried it"

Ive threathened cops to their face
in any case

i was ready to blaze
in the way

i can find different agendas
none match mine so is the offenders

no past crimes
Ive smoked a doobie

Risking jail time
I knocked out my best friend he got out of line

You wanna go there i feel like you dont
youre hesitatin im waitin think that i wont

Level who approach me like Hamed when he flaunt

Fuck trying i do or i dont
Bag your ass up for a gram and have you smoked like a joint

Fuck trying, you do or you dont,
You meet bitches, try fucking and they usually won't,
Truth is the only smokin joints this cheap rappers seein, when my knee caps are steamin - from givin your weak ass a beatin,
Drop this fruit sumthin new-tonight, gram nuthin get ya head split,
You'd know watt a tonne of shit that was if you ever met trick,
Get sent-to-meet-ya god by a born ruler,
On an off day I'm still out ya class like they called "Bueller?"
You got a lot of things stored in ya brain but they all tumours,
I got death stars for nuts ya bitch covered in storm troopers

Your storm troopers are born losers/ ill send my Jedi knights to be their abusers/ death stars for nuts huh thats clever, until I use i lightsaber to have them both severed/

Ragian youre faggy and
Dumb and broke

Snortin coke
come on and cope

you come on and choke
Like bag when he clears his throath

You got another one ready to poke
Already a joke

I said it you dope
Offended i hope

Im Trick i stay mascerading
Dressing niggas up like Kanye West exaggerating

Slicks livin life at a faggots pace,
I been tryna work out what he masquerades,
Cuz bein a bantam weight with a rashy face,
Makes it pretty difficult for you to mask your aids,
With your heart pumpin Hufflepuff pussy blood,
The story of your life will be a suckin nuts for dummies book,
He's Slick by name but they're callin him some other stuff,
And Slick by nature cuz you're borin n you fuckin up,

Mentioned Yeezy in your verse cuz he's your favourite right now,

Called ragian a coke head got me raisin an eyebrow,

Your brain must be fried from all that yay on your mind, spent so long chasin that white you can't help spacing your lines out

Thats a fallacy
I do no formalities

I see youre mad at me
Cuz i fucked your ass humanitly

Supposedy youre a G oh see
No heaven for you ill cut you up to a tapestry

Filet mignon filed catastrophly
Chainsaw finesse masterly

Slick Trick licks dick pics at picnics and drinks piss for you to witness while washing dishes at kitchens sinkses/
He is this little dickless fag born to bitches who itches and twitches to the sickness of nitwits/
So come witness this incredible lyrics for your spirit to feel it and get inspired to shit disses on bitches like little Slick Rick who just died on my hitlist.

This dude plain weirdo.
i'll walk up to your spot,
and actually shoot off your beard bro,
i bet your actually a lazy bitch that cant do a single kegel.
Fucking moron looking like the mouth of sauron.

Your hit list is hitless, once I commit? Leave your wig spilt wit the quickness, you're ill-equipped for lyrical fitness, I am the litmus, God programmed who I am to be monolithic, if you wanna whiff bitch? Start a wishlist, maybe on Christmas I'll cum and visit whoever you kissing

- ill finesse

It's the clinical lyrical miracle minus a syllable - neglect that shit please,
I'll put your head underwater - hold it down - respect the MCs,
You think God made you monolithic n I agree with ya mind state,
Definition: one stone, you're an imperial lightweight,
This guy's names finesse, it don't suit but this bar might, cuz that's a bridge too far n you're not playing your cards right,
With a 1-2 battle record I know you struggle swingin punches, so you sign off with bigger letters to make up for little numbers