Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

[Slashe]

Verb & Virb - smh

Dont know which is worst, mistook one of you for the other dude.
1st time we saw to V's next to each other who couldn't be seen as a W.
ya getting bodied slow but its gross how much you loving ya chick
she's the size of a whale shark, but ya'll still brag about her tits.
No way I'm smashin it, but y'all high five and tag team
got my togue in Harley Quinn, ya'll chose to choke on Nightwing's
n choke on Nathan's and Frank's too. food aint touchin the lips
transform into a maggot, or insecticon his knees when suckin a dick
I've broke-in both V-Necks. Rockin nothing but crews
C. T.s ripped on the daily like Hogan back in wrestling school

[Virbius]

Meh. Slash was light, like the blade of Vader when he waves a sabre.
Slash in vain, so just raise a razor to erase ya life.
What you ‘say’ll’ make you pay the price when I take a knife which I got cached to accost slash.
Chop…CRASH… plop…splash… then just utter silence; cuz you ain’t seeing me when it comes to violence.

He’s such a goddamn beta, bet that’s his favourite fish.
He said my girl’s the size of a shark, a weighty bitch,
I caught that, but she turns me on. no bait-and-switch.
Fucking Miss Wales, call me Ishmael. call him male…ish.

I’ll put his spirit in the sky and his body in the trunk; that’s what you call a lift.
Ay, wait, this guy a keyboard warrior… and not coz he seems sorta miffed,
It’s coz I’ll hunt him down while he on his way to work, and if you still ain’t caught the gist…
I’mma find where Slash be at… right before the shift.

(Get it? Coz on a keyboard the slash is right before the shi… forget it.
Gon have the cops interrogating, asking me how his head got severed and detached..
Ironic he a keyboard warrior, and I’m getting questioned over Slash.
(Coz the question mark’s above th… ah whatever.

[Echelon]

LONG BAR,,

I'm coming with pistols and uzi's.. ONLY TIME V is ahead of me is in the alphabet..
REIGNING warrior. with cords of surge.. I'll decapitate this ALPHA HEAD..
Pound him dead.. long bar is my blades of fortune.. blades of scorching..
SCORCHING metal.. hate and fortune.. brain is scorching..
I'm stronger than you V.. you're as weak as icarus..
PHYSIQUE is meek as shit.. teach this kid with eons of bits..
I'm a monster of rhymes.. you must be a devil or demon..
EITHER WAY how can u be a alpha head when ur seen drinking semon?

[Virbius]

I’mma swing a big Egyptian sword at exposed flesh…
Act like I won’t, yo, that’s just a cope Eche.
(Egyptian sword… khopesh)

I think these rappers are pathetic, you think your angles are eclectic?
I guess these lines from Emcee Eche’re …just matter of perspective.
You think you’re actually respected? forget battle rap, just pen your best apology, should’ve never bothered me. hmm, I think that you think that you’re hella scholarly;
Forget the quantum physics, it’s apocalyptic… and I’m starting with Esch… that’s eschatology.

Oi… Echelon…
Go fuck yourself, with your severed schlong.
I’m exposing this pussy… like a wet sarong.
Fucking hell… like the devil’s dong.
Submissive bitch, you never dom, or bring the champ pain. Pérignon.
Echelon…
You’re a “monster of rhymes”? Nah you got the sentence wrong…
You’re tryna fuck with a monster… Bella Swan.
Dropping hella bombs… this ain’t World War Two, just a brief replay;
I’mma celebrate the win in an easy way, coz they got V ahead of E like it’s VE Day.

You said “EITHER WA… uh, would you cut the yelling?
Must be into satanic sex magic, how bad you fucked the spelling.
I’ll turn up at your humble dwelling, with more guns than the Viet Kong,
I’mma shoot up dude’s house, brought the piece along,
To put a hole in Echelon’s wall. he a peeping tom.
I’ll put that o in e’s place… just for spelling semen wrong.
“semon”?
Fucking idiot.

I ain’t taking some wacks under my wing so they can aim for the sky.
You called me Icarus, I’ll try to phrase a reply…
Uh…
Nah I can’t right now, coz I’m dangerously high.

[MaestrodaManiacc]

He warned you, didn't he? You should've listened to your dad's advice.
Fly too near son, you might end up in the afterlife.
But then you messed with Maestro, who's violent like the Devil with his violin.
Suddenly everything is silent. It's like you're drowning while the sirens sing in the horizon.
Either way I fled the crime scene and left you on the pavement.
Get it? You're gonna need more than a medic to cure you of this ailment.
You're a body getting burned like Hitler in the Downfall.
But you did it to yourself like a protester at town hall.
But fuck your waxy wing, this ain't the Arab Spring.
It's badaboom, badabing, like Knoxville vs. Butterbeam.
I swing like the era of jazz before bebop.
You duck like you listen to rock. But it's sheet rock.
My head bop cause I grew up on that hip hop.
That's why you miss me, cause your fist be like you're 60 on Tik Tok.
Fuck it, I got them big bucks. So you never gon' phaze me.
I hang with Dukes and Counts like Ellington and Basie.
I'm venomous as snakes be. All you do is mention names like Benz for the Mercedes.
That's why you're sailing into Hades. And I'm gonna be your private captain.
You're a has-been from the 80's like Michael Jackson.
I'll whip your ass like Christ with Passion.
Writing fire through the lines like Johan Sebastian.
So it ain't a buzzer beater when I add the last points to the score.
It's all in the lore of yore: a feather pen and some wax will leave this chicken plucked to the core.