Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

Forget your style and all that it stands for ,
I'll beat you in the ring cousin ,
why I'm outta hand for ,
Meet you at the top where its nice out ,
I cause havoc ,
and you aint barely pulled a rhyme out ,
I'm in a mayback with the insides lookin nice ,
I bet your so heavy you got hefty broads lookin twice ,
I’ll beat you down in front of cats outta spite ,
The semi rings with the scope on you out at night ,
I’m brave enough cuz I’ll lay you down on somethin ,
Put ya body in a grave after I’m done gunnin

You said "I'm in a Mayback", nice car,
What else you got, a Furrari? Lanbo? Damn those rides hard,
I have to spell it out for you, cuz it's obvious your lines can't,
If you're frontin with that Merc, the least you could do is try-star,
I'm cool as an ocean breeze,
or frozen peas on swollen knees,
I get this then that then those n these,
Respect grows on trees n it's time you sew some seeds,
How you Don Flows when your stock sales don't float on streams?

Its time that I turn up on you bag ,
Forced your mistress to interact with me in the sack ,
I'll have you askin is he black or white ,
My intelligence is what you can't understand like program sprites ,
Like I said I'm turnin up ,
Even gold member will be a victim when the trey pound dumps ,
You aint a situation ,
I'll bring the scope to see you and virb do penetration ,
Shoot what I got in the barrel that I purchased from glock nation ,
Rock your vest for a "dime" that I got from a "brick" mason ,
Since the last cases ,
I'd have you with a dot on your head eatin on a Pad Thai basis ,
Just for essence ,
I’ll blast a hole in your planet greater than a crater ,
Craft a death scene ,
pressin ya head through a cheese grater ,
I aint afraid of you ,
And your conscious aint what is in reality which is debatable ,
I’m just playin you ,
Your hardly exertin your brains ,
So I’ll show them with the tech at ya cranium

Feeling stressed, so I'm here to bless, ill Finesse taking on competition that is less than my standards, these damn nerds try to answer, they ain't rappers, they actors, backup dancers, it's my call of duty to smack up campers, slackers, pastors putting in overtime over crimes, motives? loco motives in motion, I think I can I think I can run this whole shit, This nigga Don flows is a whole bitch...

I could kill Ill finesse with indirects,
Write some shit on my phone to beat you like tinder skets,
I don't really need a strap cuz my fists are blessed,
But you need a toy n you're sweet like kinder eggs,
Your relationship with the feds is suspiciously Randall & Miss Finster-esque,
I don't hit the steds but still I flex n split my vest,
You hit the bench to rip your chest n got injured pecs from a single press,
I fucked your bitch missionary, my ears still ring finesse,
You fuck her n it sound like mid-mission ninja sex,
She should've known from your teletubbies interests,
Cuz you identify with the struggles of Tinky Winky best

I walked up to bag and thought would he be mad ,
if I was a don and lived large in rap and never fell fast ,
Starved bags mind of his neurotransmitters ,
Flyin in the game at the highest point of rap spitta's ,
Your style aint ready to be on point or have clairity ,
I’d come back to life if you tried to bury me ,
You better be happy that I don’t rope a dope you ,
Fight you in the ring with a fist flyin at ya vocal ,
I’m monsterous at bringin the pain to your nerves ,
I mix up my flow to embarrass you till you learn ,
Like Double Dragon on Nintendo I’m the boss of the fight ,
With me on my holiness I’ll make a cross to your right ,
How you goin seek better than me when I’m the don ,
Put you below the streets where you belong ,
You ride a chevy with a nice lookin chain on ,
I’ll ride down your lane and bang you with the aim on ,
Yo ,
I’m makin beef what you want some to take to ya crib? ,
I’ll put your kids on the news where the cartoons live ,
I’m hotter than beaches at 3 o clock in the afternoon ,
I take flames and eat them now my rap game got fumes ,
You start off tryin to base your career on a fluke ,
I’m better than that like Link off of Zelda on a flute ,
I gave props to you but you slapped my hand away ,
You called me a beast but I ate you any way ,
I branded hip hop the best in the music rows ,
You lost me when you started talkin about kids shows ,
I’m goin next to the ocean to live in a big house ,
my lyrics so nice they’ll get me a crib like big’s house ,
You start the drama in the streets and dump clips ,
break into your house and steal your T.V with the Netflix ,
Uh ,
My jewels wrap around my wrist and I’m swingin it ,
Take the syrup off ya pancakes in the kitchen kid ,
Break ya henny bottle while you drink it in McDonald’s ,
I’m Cleveland Brown your my son like ya name was Rollow ,
Superman with the lazer eyes at your face ,
Burn you alive when the flame rise to your waist ,
Your rhymes is Ludacris with a hint of lame pepper ,
Sands of time got you livin life slower than ever ,
Yo ,
I stand on a pole like a bird or a flyin monk ,
I’m higher than you like a mascot when it dunks ,
Pray to god that I don’t continue the issue ,
Are you sad? ,
Well I’ll tell this monkey to blow his nose with a tissue

May day may day ,
I got the top raps ,
and your "slippin" ,
"banana's" and a long gat ,
Where you strong at? ,
the lyrics or flow ,
I'd say neither ,
All ya rhyme sales too low ,
compared to mine ,
Chronic lit ,
sippin lime ,
Its about time ,
I cause some lyrical mischief ,
Pull the mic and split you like a spliff is ,
You aint got skills ,
You walked backwards on ecstacy pills ,
I take cash ,
Like a ATM ,
Cartoons real? ,
nah you fake as grrrrr and zim (that alien cartoon off of nickelodeon)

I’d corner you in the streets ,
Pull out a mic so we can start battlin ,
I’ll cause your lungs to shatter when I’m rappin ,
Your life is slowly endin ,
Steal your last meal in your house ,
Now you sell dimes with you and ya spouse ,
It won’t take that much for me to take you out ,
Outta misery ,
The first joint I spit on you was animality ,
Split your abs and exposed calories ,
Your thirstier than a drunk ,
I cause more havoc than a mascot when it dunks ,
Set your goals higher up on the ladder ,
Before they fall on the latter ,
Live hard so you succeed and the other stuff doesn't matter ,
If I can switch from beef to givin advice ,
I’d be in control of ya life ,
And have a hand on the pipe ,
And again it doesn’t matter its what ever you like ,
Like ,
You learn to get more money or see a glock on ya wife , (adlib: either learn or lose)

aight no more playin around...

When I shoot the gun it’ll turn you to a holy ghost ,
I’m runnin up mountains just to become the GOAT ,
The rhymes that I spit will definitely leave you froze ,
Two Deserts blow and have your chest filled wit holes ,
Heavenly flames will be put to ya head ,
God ,
Give this cat a halo when he’s dead ,
Refridgerator glow coolin this corn balls flesh ,
The raps’ll give you a seizure so you know who’s the best ,
I’m pullin the shotty before money make it to ya hands ,
You aint a don ,
You can’t go to the bank to deposit ya grams ,
The pencils I write with comes from the book bag ,
Choke your neck bone with a black du-rag ,
Gang bangin ,
Keep the pole throwin them black flags ,
Keep the mag ,
Inside of the Hum V dummy ,
The artillery dumbin ,
Makin my mack blast bright and sunny

Your buck teeth got a good reach,
you can eat snacks in the back of your whip from the front seat of your Hum V,
the only letter most people can hum is M but you can hum V,
Tell em the truth,
you've never attended a driving excellence school,
for your sake I hope you think being a pedestrians cool,
I have no idea why you think drivings so impressive to do,
you get in & simply push a pedal or two, you are with minimal effort amused,
which really shouldn't be unexpected with you,
being an adult who thinks 'pigeon holed' is a wrestling move,
You're very confused, "what me?",
Yes, you're called Don Flows and never rap on beat,
And besides the flows, you're progression is grounded, you're more like Don Quay,
You're at the bottom of your peers how do you not see?
Quay, sea-pier, lock off if ya tones not right,
Just one moor - at your berth, your mum, dad & the doc-sighed,
I hate to bring it back, I've only got time to be clock wise,
Act loose in the ring, get a knot tied n ya box lined,
Don you got rhymes but when you bring yours n I drop mine your visions blown if you can't see I'll turn this to a bomb site

https://youtu.be/UBfMIjgJRLs

This site been bombed, open your eyes bruh
My lines is fertilizer to energize this enterprise, (synthesized) in parentheses because I improvise sentences with a relentlessness that deserves "emphasis" bag mendela? You looking bleek like that Memphis kid, I might Iron Sheik your next of kin, you could be Puerto Rican I'll still call you a Mexican, you not a workout even if we did sets of ten, even if the judges and refs were your friends, some would still try their best to pretend, even tho (they know) nobody can contest with him, Halo, angels singing everytime one of you slimes step outta line, it's sublime the crimes intertwined in the fragments of time, the path of the Divine aligns within the Libra, level headed leader, the only shining beacon, here to save the day at the end of the weekend

ill Finesse

I'mma pro with those mic's and I'll jab the knife ,
right at ya rib cage ,
the best thing you ever did was get slayed ,
I bet you never been paid ,
All you did good was shoot McDonald sandwiches to your side ,
While I was at Burger King with an impossible whopper in my ride ,
I slide faster with the Ox faster than Muhammed Ali with a right ,
You should be more calm when you enter the ring with Don ,
I'm at my best ,
and I'm rollin like thunder to ya local bodega ,
Come down like rain on ya head ,
now your under the weather ,
Wear you out like some bathin apes hats with a feather ,
You aint never had flows ,
Especially me ,
I wasn't supriszd when you said Hardee's was the only place that you beef ,
I'll have you weak in ya knee's like a kick from Bryan Fury (Tekken 3) ,
Look I just ate you like snacks ,
Easy meal ,
now your bone's get buried

Don flows are generic, do they suffer from Lou Gehrig's? Was you raised by two parents? Were they related? fuck it I'll say it, it's not farfetched cuz you're fuckin retarded thinking you could follow, now you the target, you the artist proved lethargic as I rap circles around you like a cloud of smoke, everything you rapped about expounds on how you broke, This not second guessing, Bryan fury is surely in tekken 7, you fake so your fast food beef ain't really bout that youngin, I'll invite you to Outback and expose your bloomin onion, if you got knowledge of celph? I suppose he'll assume I'm coming, there's no one else, just so we clear, I'm the one the Shogun fears, Don flows on a totem? WHERE? on the lower half, below the shaft, on the back half of the scrotum....

Eat this!

I’ll move bricks behind your back on the street ,
Like you was a cop that was lookin for beef ,
It aint no way that you doin anything to don ,
My rhymes make cats segregate like cows at a farm ,
What you screamin already for? ,
Is it the real scene? ,
When I picked the gun instead of the knife to peel ya greens ,
I take my OG Chicago Jordan 1’s and stomp cuz ,
Pull the AR and find out what the XL long does ,
Ill finesse if I find out I went over your head your next rhyme ,
I'll suggest your raps damaged so throw away your lines

You know what's pathetic? That wack ass rhyme was edited, should have deaded it, I'm dreading it while I read it, looking for an exit like brexit, at least it was in text, at least DMX didn't have to stress about future contestants ability to inspire, fuck humility I'm getting tired of twiddle Don, Riddle me, so much hostility in your rhymes that tickle me, anytime you're inclined to talk artillery (he's lying) What I'm trying to say is best you be on your way and go home, I got guns you can use in call of duty warzone, try to touch me? I'll leave your face puffy like if you're Combs, so when in my presence watch your tone but that's evident, you are known as excrement, you better get, who sentcha? I meant to say back to the grave I sentcha, you was brave to enter, sometimes it doesn't pay to venture, now you on the wrong side of the number 1 play on sportscenter, how I get the throne? Forced entry, my family will benefit for centuries off the blood of my enemies...