Diss The Person Above You
 

Do Like The Title Says

Six Lines MINIMUM

Ambiguous well you can call me ambidextrous,
Flexiblity know to all others as preacious,
Cause i can flip the flow and still be headin straight to the top,
You try to "flip the script" and all it does flip flop,
Set up shop, killin the mod, but it aint no "Biggie"
I'll get ya wife like Tupac and have a little Quickie.

You Dissin Someone On A Higher Level Than You, Dawg U Dumb..
Betta Run..Cause My Merkin Aint Gonna Be Fun..
Rhymes Gettin Shitter Line After Line..Time After Time..
Looks Like You Gone be Gettin Losses Rhyme After Rhyme..
If the Rules Didnt Say 6 Lines, I Could Merk You In 5..
This Guy Is Shit In Text, Imagine Wat He Sounds Live..

^Got dayum... shit was funny... last two lines made me go, "oooh"
-Ambiguous

face it zany you're spits are weak devoid of technique
you couldn't merk the dead internet tech geek
your wackness is defined so yeah.....in that you're lyrically unique
i'd diss you but your words aren't on my level verbally
fuck wit me the next words you'll hear will go "911, Emergency?"
dissing jae cyph in your sig you must be stuck on stupid
why did you even post your diss was basically useless
801 post deep you have yet to elevate to a higher plane
lookit everybody shepney zany's rhymes are still gay

You Talkin Bout Elevatin When U Got 4 Losses And 1 Win..
Looks Like The Odds of Seein U Win Is Like Seein A Shark Wid 1 Fin..
U Got 405 Posts..And U And Elevated At All He Seems To Jus Bite Quotes..
You Dont Spit IN Real Life Cuz He Chokes..Like Wen He DeepThroats..
He Cant Seem To To Rap Well Cause His Last 2 Lines Didn't Rhyme..
People Will Jus Laugh When Ur Verses Are Compared To Mine..

fuck a net record dawg i couldn't care less
15-5 is far from being the best
your wack retort resorts to adolescent dick jokes
apparently you can deep throat and not bother to choke
my words don't need to rhyme please read between the lines
or are you deaf stupid gay wack and BLIND
but its cool though shep everything is okay
like i said before dawg you're just PLAIN GAY

apparently you can deep throat and not bother to choke
^Ahahaha... shit was funny as fuck... i smell beef.
-Ambiguous

Wid a Score Like Urs It Obviuosly Shows You Dont Care..
Them Losses Hit You IN Ur Ass, But U Still Aint Aware..
I Bet You Wan Be A Vet So U Post In Here To Get Ur Posts Up..
U'll Suck Anyones Dick Just To Get Ur Votes Up..
Dont get Ur Hopes Up..Cause Wid Verses Like Dat Deres No Wins For You..
Think It Through..Leavin This Site Is The Best Thing For You..
Dont You Realise T.I.C Was Beggin For Me To Join..
But All I Seemed To Do Is Flip Them Off Wid My Hands On My Groin..
Wats The Point..Of Cypherin Someone You Cant Beat..
This Aint Even A Battle But i Can Already Taste Defeat..
Its Great To Meet Someone As Unique As Me..
I Am DOPER Than You, But U Dont Seem To See..

Your Verses Are Contagously Wack, They Should Come Wid A Caution..
If Ur Mum And Dad Saw You Spit Some Shit Like Dat They'd Wish They Gave U An Abortoin..

OOOOOHHHH DAM U GOT KILLED BRA

i'm sure you taste defeat because your rhymes repeat
please before you're deceased make a thought thats complete
me beat sorry shep things don't look that way to me
how could i lose to your verbal complancency?
i can't tell where ya rectum ends and ya neck starts
i'll stain your chest red like your underwear after wet farts
this fags gayer than vin disel so i'm forced to rip this man apart

let me invite you inside the darkness of my mental vortex
spit razor bars that'll disengage you from your cerebral cortex
how can you spit hard your testes haven't even formed yet

This one's to you lil profit, no beef, just the truth,
With a record like yours, these mods should fuckin give you the boot//
These hits hurt when I spit and I'll never stop drummin,
Hey that's my dick, lil profit, did you see that one cummin?//
Maybe I'll give you my screen name so we can keep in touch,
And I can break down my verse to you 'cause you don't understand much//
I say "hey look into the future," you say "all I see is black,"
That's because your life's about to get derailed right off the track//
And speaking of trains, that reminds me of your mom and that one nighter,
But I'll save that story for the yo momma thread, another good cypher//

hay yo...

just play tha cards life handed to you, you werent delt skill...
he quotes his own lines in his sig casue noone else will...
you cant rap and i'll call your faults like i was a ref....
anything you prepeare wouldnt be well-done even though your name is chef
you aint tha best, take a break for while your flows off today g...
you suck ..........but like were your currently at it'll be OK See....

he quotes his own lines in his sig casue noone else will...
^Ahhhh, funny shit.
-Ambiguous

I stick billy in the neck with an ice pick really....Billy needs to back up his rymes sound silly... You need to elevate your skill from elementary....negative dirt six feet deep equal cemetary. Im a leave you buried. And if you think of coming back think twice before you hurry...
There aint no sorrys tomorrow I sever limbs from torsos... dump em in different boroughs. Only lord knows...how I go when it goes down.. I been destroying emcees since I was ten I need to slow down. Box billy lyrically round for round.... K.O. in the first and let loose two rounds son..

And for sure this is done.

Let me put this in re-wind, so you can see-rhymes, cause Im not one to compete-with/
Cause krushblinds-fucked, and his rhymes-suck, don.t make me repeat-this/
And its more like you need to elevate, and if this was school, you.d still be in pre-school/
Cause you cant pass-ya-tests, now ya trying to blast-the-vets?, ya cant, ya spits arent lean-fool/
This bitch wants to step into the ring, but he cant pick up the gloves, so whys he think he already won?/
I just spit lyrical-text, hitting you like a hysterical-wreck, . and for sure this is done./

Kaos is a good name cuz that explains this fags rhymes
Nothin flowing together, wack with his lines
I spit flows so deep at this kid give him a heart attack
Then hit him in the chest with my "punch" bring his life back
I'm like a hurricane rippin this kids head off
Kid trys to be on the map but i just dropped him off
He trys to emulate my words and the way i speak
U can't compare to my flows everythin u say is weak
Wack ass rhymes from this wack ass emcee
U couldn't sell ur cd so u gave it away for FREE
PEACE

Look at this faggot above me someone must've lied
Tellin him he's dope bitch can't even follow rules and spit 6 lines
Bitch approach this site thinkin he's sickly ill
When he can't even spell his own name he bout to be drilled
We should do pinkslips just to get you out this site
Mother fucker a pussy but he still ain't tight

If this is the remix i hate to see the original
But let me tell I don't speek I spit and I gets physical
You need to regroup rethink and rewrite your rymes
Cause i'm a remake and take me time blowen yo' mind
Smack you with the shit that a shater your spine
leave ya paralyzed fucked over and stary eyed
Take your wheel chair and run it over with a fucken semi