Diss the person above you
 

6 line minimum

get at me first

fi-del, son, listen cuz you fuckin with the best
you're gunna be the ONLY mod to never get no respect
Whether it be here,or off the net,we all notice you're gay
strobes dick must taste good to be a mod that quick aye?
see the council is whack too, why YOU fit right in
no wonder why you cant see me when vinci busts in ya eye kid
see ya just a computer nerd, easy to see that you aint cute
when even the bitch in ya fuckin avy is hidin her tits from you
and i hate to diss you blatantly cuz we all see whos hotter
so if YOUR bitch ass is in my roof,than that makes you a stalker
so we have to drop six lines minimum, but this kids at a loss
cuz thats how many lines on a barcode his dick fits across
see i'm a big dude to you, if we coo, i earn you respect
but then again, if i'm on your mind, ya memory will serve you correct

faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag

so, crates needs to relocate to an unknown state
make as much dough off flow as a blow dealer wit no weight
stay straight or get twisted that shit isnt my business
but as far as rippin it goes youd have a problem wit tissues
asshole, pipin all loud like coltrane when his sax blow
this kids retarded but he fake, i wonder if he just acts slow?

Ima type of dude dat pop ya ~then ride out~
knock ~ten guys out~ and Ill have u lookin ~inside out~
When Im on a mic, watch ~trouble begin ta play~
and if yo crew step up, Ill school dem bitches like I was in da ~WNBA~
Bitch get off da site, you'se a ~mistake so leave~
cause us niggas round here is real, u more ~fake than weave~
In dis battle,I easily ~take da lead~ as I lyrically ~make u bleed~
and if ya lookin for da best verse, then dis is da ~eight u need~

^this kid is bogus, he's such a fuckin' joke
You can't swallow up my rhymes, so you might as well choke
I do this shit daily, so your hating it won't faze me
You ain't Aftermath, yet yo ass still seems shady
That's all I gotta say, fuck, i'm outta here
please do us all a favor, kill yourself, or dissappear

This guy's spittin fatally in the sense of gay you hear what he say?//
He's only jus admitted droppin his pants an poppin an ass today//
Capable of causing nothin but spittin a whole bunch of crap//
I'm thinkin bout xeroxin my hand an mailin this bitch a slap//
Full baby powdered like a P.I.M.P, make him Dizee like the rascal//
This punk's more annoying than an original king fo comedy hekkle//
Just another freckle on the schmeckle of his pitiful existance//
We took you over, run you to the ground, without any resistance//

Out...

~You want a riddle... or do you want that~
~Do you want to get hit in the head with a mo'fuckin bat~
~My quick flows send niggas through windows~
~I got your minds spinning like some spindles~
~Your lost just staring into the sky~
~Listening to my rhymes... hearing the words fly-by~

~2crazy~

Man, I had to squint like a chink to read ya shit//
Fuck comparein it to decimals its bout as small as ya dick//
Speak to me like that again lil boy an i'ma lay you the fuck out//
I'm G style baby, there ain't no window you can knock me out//
Man, you so crazy you think you funny by spittin bout my name//
Fuck this man, you spit pussy juice, I jus eat it up like ya girl, it's lame//
Ya brain be thinkin fluffier than snow white, I spit shit tight//
I wave goodbye to you as I leave you in my dust as I take flight//

I'm bout to take off, and break off this cat...riddlemedat//
Riddle me this...why i finish the crist, then handle my gat//
cuz you gon take more shots than a photo shoot camera//
Get lead from my hammer, wit ya wack rhymes, head towards alabama//
(beat change)
Now this is what you need to do...//
See shit that's feedin you...//
and respond back in the morning,noon and in the evening too//
You say you play the game, nigga read the instructions first//
You we're destined to die by my gift this is ya curse//

Young Phrophet... nigga who you Prophesize 2
come on man my 7 year old nephew got more balls than you
nigga dis true, you work at mcdonalds and think you get dough
please, you can't even get a job bein a video ho
breath slow, dats how you do when my bullets enter you
let off a whole clip, nigga, put a end 2 you
its nothing new, its Ms Booty phat if u don't know what i'm bout
known for DEEBO'N niggas "GET KNOCKED DA FUCK OUT"


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U need to give it up cause ya whole style wack as fuck
U should braid my hair or somethin cause ya rappin suck
Not to mention ya so called phatty is flat as fuck
Ugly broad if i seen u in the street i'd proly pass u up
U 'stay on da grind' huh? well not today ho
Face it u just another bitch tryin to get in a b2k video

he speaks....
 

^ theres no feeling behind your keys like your fingers were numb
abandon your flow, this fuckin bastard needed to be sonned
this kid couldn't be twice as live if he was concieved twice
aI'm known to serve bums over the net like Tsunami relief sites
my 1-2's will make you die 2wice, but no "rehearse"
punch the sun and knock yah shadow off the face of this earth

Man this kid's flows goin hectic, anitseptic like amazing//
I've been more interested in watchin cows in fields jus grazing//
He say's things that jus don't comply, so I don't got to try//
This kid's a small fry in a pan 10 times his size I'm surprised//
How this kid gon be talkin bout sonnin someone superior//
Sayin stupid shit when he can't jus realise he inferior//
He say's things he don't mean, an he jus trys to undermean//
Jus stay the fuck out of my hood and may game this ain't ya scene//

it isnt his scene but its not your scene either
seems i split ya seams with no needs for a heater
the style you got was prewritten and destined to flop
ya either seasonin chitlins or cleanin a mess wit a MOP
"shes as cold as ice"....
i mean HE was the second for i stole his life
i kill this kid no doubt like hes gwen stefani
murdered him wit rhymes and aint even getta pen line on me

he speaks....
 

kick a verse that'll burn this herb until the concern disperse-
you deserve the worst-
this kid ll'' get dropped quicker than premature births-
plain to see what you're worth
I trail blaze and scortch the earth
and torch anybody below me or above me,
whoever comes next, or the first

sir lancelot speaks again...we all get tired of him
dont he know not to battle when aint gonna win...
when just gettin dim or when he must skip to "fin"
I'll slap a punch on his lines so he can stop speakin...

This boy's spittin adrenaline like its a rush from Twista//
Pictures of him an Nas together, jus cuddlin together forever//
Kissin an fuckin up under the tree to try an get 6 lines to fight//
I know he can't read, no wonder he can't understand the rules right//
I read his shit an I've never felt so depressed I must confess//
His shit made no sense, an sounded like a fuckin mess//
I spit to test these little bitches who think they come strong//
But gove it a bit an in a month those bitches will be long gone//

he speaks....
 

still speaking, lol


I'm the opposite weakminded and feeble
adrenaline rushing to keep tellin lies to people (ha ha)
niggas demise lies inbetween the lines of this sequal
I'm like an animal dating service, introducing "cats to desert eagles" (u fuccs)
you's my son yo, get on my nerves and gung ho
and I'll throw darts that are so sharp they'll slice yah sons throat

C'mon,Itz been about a month and ya still aint got a win
Getcha life together cuz all you spit is lust,and dats a sin
Ill slap-you around,tell i see stars above ya head,ya dig
Itz only right since you a fag reppin another katz name in ya sig
Newb's like you get unda my skin with yabberish ta talk
No hate but da onlytime ya get close ta my skillz is when ya mock


....first time i drop a verse against some one in a month....pretty rusty...

he speaks....
 

Edgar Alpo is the name by the way, and yah rustyness shows
and fuck a punch, bcause my "gut feeling" is that you can't "stomach a blow"
apocalyptic, no pulse in yah raps like you hold the mic with "slit rists"
you's an infant, reaking of "foul play" for the way that you "spit SHIT"
dip shit, like discarded watches, yah "time is wasted"
throw yah notebook on the floor, you need to practice "kicking yah rhymes in the basement"

sir lance i bet u live in france & wear a dress
wit dress socks on & ur hair is a mess
neva da less u ain't got a win & been on here 4 months
i guess da rv folks should just sit u in a corner & call u a "Dunce"
so b real u neva had a chance when u 1st step foot on here
it'z bet u pull a magic trick like david copperfield & making urself disappear

Kids a Lost Cause, but that i dont need ta Mention
You coulnt ''Elevate'' if i propped ya ass up with a Suspension
You talkin about a ''Dunce'' when your rockin the 'Hat'.....
Scroney motherfucker we all know ''Anoerxia'z not Phat''

he speaks....
 

I "buck shots" at "lost cause", steppin to me it'll cost ya'll
like escaped prisoners you "rippen yah bars off"
clipping yah arms off, lyrically I'm out of reach
my punches are felt, they'll have you spittin out yah teeth
this is original speech, lotta you cats are walking clonesha (ha)
and I aint gotta donate sperm to son niggas across the globe

he stops speaking
 

Sir lancelot, why you lance alot?
You ain't in the middle ages man you must've forgot//
Oh and by the way your fuckin ryhmes do suck
They ain't felt...more like felt from the smell of butt//
Cause there ain't nothing goin on in that pussy ass dome
There might be fuckin but the fucking's on a screen at home//
You got the balls...to go and diss someone unknown?
Well i'm unknown and you're known as the man without flow//
But you go, keep on goin posting, lookin for gold
You have a better chance lookin for gold inside your nose//
And who knows...might find something in there
But your raps are done so sit down here's a chair//

he speaks....
 

I'll diss you too, you a looser after I win
it'll be "7 sin's" in a week b4 this bastid wins (lmao)
fuck you, you's an ass biter, fter my ass writes up
a verse that'll leave this "bagy suckin" like pacifires"
answer it bitch, I'll have you brandish a fit
after I fuck "Sin" like Satan practicin abstinance

Mih hands a glock so imma random pop
Thiss bumb ass nigga name Sir Lancelot
You trash 0-2 i merk you with 2 lines
Knew ta stop battlin after you lose 2 times
If he had tha midn to go and blast a rhyme
Why he aint get signed to tha Bowels of Babylon

Dawg...Like The Chicago Bulls..You Need To Pass The "Mike"..
Only time you winnin in fights..is if you..attackin Dikes...
But Ill Smash you right...in the nose....Rebei? who knows..
I aint gon try to hard...This Dudes Bitch not even considered a foe..

ahah blah..

he speaks....
 

you's a "rebel" without a cause, I'mma the devil without the flaws
peddiling out yah bars with no "barks" like kettles without the dogs
settling out my scores, "lord" I "won"
both them battles that I lost, go look at em, they both got sonned (ha)
I aint gone pick at you pricks
you'll just get, bombarded with disses,discarded and dismissed kid

whos this lancelot prancin round like whats wack is hot,
like my man D.L. Hughley when you standup we all laugh a lot,
you a devil without the flaws, you stick around rapverse to be round fire balls,
spit saliva to put out fires but you get burned by every bar,
and you lost them battles plain and fucking simple,
you make newbies look hot when all they do is pimp you,
im finished with you, and dont go pickin this prick,
send yo bitch over here have her lick on my dick

FUck metaman you should change your name to megaman
So i can kill you legally like Wily man// (If you don't know Dr. Wily don't ask)
What was you thinkin postin on this fuckin site
You must have a "screw loose" that needs to be tight//
But that don't matter cause you talkin shit like you is big
Metaman?! man it seems like you is still a kid//
But it makes sense lookin at your weak ryhmes
So weak the words are fading off your typed lines//
And you would think hearin Hughely would just make you funny
But I guess it don't you'll always be a fuckin nothing//

learn to rhyme kid, like i did, open ya eye lid
my radar cant find you, cuz i blew you off tha grid
ya lyrical jibberish is a sin, like halloween ya been michealed
sounds like ya jaw is made of tin cuz ya rhymes is recycled
only way ur spittin hot fire is if ya tasted my rhymes there HOT
ya just not, bout to get verbally shot, cant match the talent i got
no chance of retalitation, cuz ya dont wanna seek payback
payback is just as bad as ya last its totall-y fuckin whack
your a bitch with one loss and no wins so quit now please
one more verse from me and ya rhymes will be blowin in tha breeze
cuz ya jaw got shattered and ya lungs have collapsed, ya shook
12 lines.. 6 bars... thats all it took, if you dont beleive me just look

This is bullshit...how could you reply with shit that LAME!!//
Godfather of R.V....Why?...He needs ta retire his name.//
Im like a live wire ta your PLAIN...text...//
We can tell your a Head Case for tha Same SEX..//
Watch em..Fall off track like a train wreck..Oh!//
thats been used Before....//
like ur all of ur rhymes...are similar ta ur mouth...been Used Before...
HAH!!!!.....NEXT!?!

he speaks....
 

your first post and you go at me, I'm deeply flattered
admitted you's a prick in yah own line, you keep me laughin (lol)
I'm back at it, yah rat bastid
your just a waste of flesh like nuns with fat asses (lol)
eh, holmes you really aint that relevant (not even a little)
I'll reach through the screen and back slap you so hard, you'll start keyin with a speech impediment

He speaks...wit steel in his mouth!!! HAH!!!
 

Sir lancelot....HAH!!!...with that name whatcha gawn do..//
with a record 0 an 2...I can see what cha goin threw..//
alotta of changes ..perhaps...//
Or you either tryin ta get famous for rearrangin my raps..//
get bitch slapped 4 that in R.V.//
Your going against a 1 man army with knowledge of a young Marcus Garvey..//
So please...dont even post back...//
Cuz ur so wack at textin..that ur name say's it all...ur nothin but a throw back!!


Im just relaxin...who is this kid!?!...NEXT!!!

he speaks....
 

^ clowns, put yah wackness to use and set up suttin, I murdered the cypher forum in 3 days, tired of goin back and forth with lames,clowns, lmao

(this is a diss cypher, can't get no better than that^)
dont speak,just rhyme.

F-D

Why is Sir Lancelot still even postin
You're ryhmes just suck though they probably was stolen
I know they suck cause you the only one laughin
You mark your jokes i merk your ass while i'm battlein
I'll stop your posts like pimps smackin their hoes
Saying you were a champ don't make you one though
You must be from the bowels of the babylon
CAuse your ryhmes just stink as if your bowel movement's on

Kid You 'Sin Mics' ya beefs Thick as 'Pin Stripes'
Whats Winnin Like? Ha, You'll Never Know
Cause you get More ''Boo's'' than a Milli Vanilli Show
Silly Ho, Dicks are for Tricks
Steppin ta me ya ass is like Kool-aid....
.....Caught Up In The MIX!
Ya need a Fix, an i Talkin bout no Weed
Ya whole Structure needs a new Breed!
Start over, Leave the site an Re-Emerge
Ya couldnt ''Come'' Hot if 3 Chicks made you Splurge!

Buck shot?...nigga never even held a gun
Hes crying like a bitch...hes not the chosen one
I'm too advanced, to ever be lucked or romanced
My verbs cause tainted hearts...your inspiration enchanced
But at the same time...i dont listen to reason
Sum1 should tell you, that biting is treason
You'd need an ice berd to put out my heat
You regret facing me..you quit, last defeat.

You reall think you Ill..? Than you a Fool-Kid
Cuz I'll own MJ like the fucking Bulls-Did
Breaking pencils the way I Pop-Lead, you'll get Shot-Dead
And the way Im smoking Green you'd think I was a Pot-Head