Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

[Not N Nice]

Tryna be intellectual, you & your diss are vegetables
Minus the healthy dose of whatever they have
Bury you next to your grandad, see what pops off
Your lost in translation, only mean-in all talk
Not?! About the action!!!!
Your not about the action
Type to apologize for rapping, thought your were the baddest
Soft as a fabric Landed on... All your tactics
Hard as you get is a mattress... bedazzled
slept on by the masses... Or hassled
Shot at like a basket... Please travel
Some'n like a bad bitch, all you got is ass to view
When it comes to raps you spew... As for proof

Go ahead, show us...

[Donshotta]

NotNnice is WACK and if i see you, i`ll proceed to plant that message on a sticky note on your back
You got no tactics and im the assassin with the STATUS:ACTIVE, assigned to wreck you with a hat trick thats 3 shots through your jacket,
You a wacked dog, like a Mike Vick pit that dared to slack off,
a slack jaw for this crackhead with the lock jaw..

[Onceawhile]

I'll take on both of you (u) like I take a double you (ɯ)
when i pummel one of you scrubs in two Rubble.
First Not n Nice: Bam Bam, I send a couple through...
Betty didn't even want to rumble you Bar-neanderthal, your in trouble
Donshotta, whats with the absence? Dude must be slow at making his fillers like trynna bucket molasses
I suggest you put the noose on your neck because of that last diss
Yea, tie the knot with Not, cuz you're both getting fucked in the asses
And that Not sucker is mad dense, i'll close his window of opportunity like an ad frorm Adsense
I told him all of the punches he has miss, he either needs luck or some glasses
to make it clear that his tactics suffer from wackness, suffering succotash this
cat is getting so old to the masses that he shows up on TV black and white, you should go public access
film yourself in a cave with ceiling stalactites while the tunnel collapses
and back to Donshotta, you ain't packin steel stainless or clips
I'll do you like Bane and his clique when they came unequipped
on the plane that he flipped - bag over your head, on your knees, but my D's aimed at your lip
I'm takin' a piss, that's the only time you'll spit golden, then I'll take you to the stadium zipped
in a bag, destroy that shit and throw you in the pit, my craniums sick
this dude couldn't be hard if he had a boner with a titanium tip
even then he wouldn't be packin' metal though, but he'd be a buck private
he's wack for attackin his captain, betta known as Not N Nice...I'll make these tough guys quit

[PAVONIA]

Yo..

Your whole verse had no punchlines, ...zero my friend...
Cuz RB all hopes Once-in-awhile, drops barz NEVER AGAIN!!
Let him present punchlines that were never felt...
I see you edited ya barz cuz it looked awful? ...well it still didnt help!
So oh well...my right left combo flattens lame bitches and nail ya...
Cuz your weak verse is "Mediocre" with out T.I. and Iggy Azalea!!

[Onceawhile]

His "right left combo"?...means he has combo-meals on either side of his ass
Yea you'll flatten lame bitches - roll over 'em after eatin' fried chicken fast
On my mark, RB will stretch your neck like a giraffe's, then strike at your calfs
The weight on your legs might just collapse, seismographs produce lines on this guy's behalf
Dude's a hippo-crit when he speaks, the shit you said was as weak as the shit you reckoned of me
anyone can kick his butt like a cigarette in the streets, I just have to put the fag out his misery from this heat

[PAVONIA]

Stretch necks like giraffes n kick butts in the streets? Bitch please, no hot shots...
Cuz you got more 'played lines' then children near a jungle gym playing hop-scotch!
My legs wont collapse from weak lame shit, cuz u dont know how to punch...
Ur verse is standing on its last leg, no wonder why you use weak barz as a crutch!
I'm done moppin the floor wit your body bag, so let it go...
Call me out to battle anytime and no doubt you'll get ko'ed!!!

[Onceawhile]

He thinks he's pulling the knockout hit...nah, doubt it, so shut that mouth slit, that cock outlet.
You can't murder the Booth...just click on this Link 'n Log-out, quit, with your hypocritical bullshit
Rhythm's an ocean, in it I'm a squid with propulsion; your flow's just a ripple, its basic, its over shortly, and it sorta bored me
You're a cripple who ignored the warnings in a Voorhees horror story, here's something not played: a recording of your lyrical oratory
Call you out to battle? Well then, fuck PAVONIA, I'll call you "Out Two Battles"
Ouch, dude that'll follow 'round ya shadow - but hey, now you can box it out with those "punches" that been fallin' out your asshole

[PAVONIA]

Ayo bitch, i'm high as shit still punches swarm aggression...
Cuz you lack any power, when its a task for'em to form a sentence!!
Do I have to mention still ya barz dont never do shit....
Cuz RB wont ever see him elevate like faulty home improvements!!
What it do bitch? I spit heat, you ain't got the heart for this lame...
You a beast? Well I stuff-animals....no carnival games!!!

[Not N Nice]

Paveonya gets paved on
You're your mothers lame son
Your brothers the gay one
& onceinawhile just aint good
Fake thug reusing weak concepts
Whilst claiming your a threat
I'll call 'you' a hypocrite only once
The proof's your way with words in text
You say the same damned shit
You a parrot cursed to death
I own you, but I don't care
We'll never see 'you' make it to a vet
Face it, your the best...
At being confidently garbage & prissy
Far from a biggie like homemade fries
McDonald's or Wendy's
Pav, your not hard, your more frisky
Your water, I'm whiskey
You throw stones from your glass house
Better listen to Lionel Richie
You need a brick house writing your shit out
Remind me of a fool whose big-mouthed
'til shot up in a twist slouched
You know the cliche chalk outline
The one they use in most movies
Have you laid out, dead,
looking like human swastikas gooey
You scared of homeboy down the street from you
your mama's his groupie
She tells you to listen to his music
That he stole from you truly, cuz you a bitch
Just like once, I dont need to tell him
Who've you hit?
You looking like nothing, that means a failure
Your duties shit, that's an ironic statement
All the work you put in
Adds to a blow job of satan
Matter of fact, not one lady'll fuck with the dude
Something to prove in all your bars
Wanna be cool!
But your lines are all ass, but their not nude
He tosses salads is why we see once & a blew moon

Lightwork

[Onceawhile]

@PAVONIA
You ain't high, you just shit, and your first two lines didn't hit
In fact your best line/lyin' in a ditch, so I'll desert you and your rhymes to the lion in the pit
I'll tell your Wi-Fi can put you encrypts when I passwords from my lips
cuz my punches connect; she'll downloads when my pants get un.zip'd
P, you're a circus-act, keep thinkin' you're winnin', what you really are is pretentious,
you're faker than pretendin'- you're an alien's invention from a make believe dimension
@Not N Nice
Dude you're failing us, the second you're mentioned you're flailing wrists
And there's no "n" in Onceawhile, just like there shouldn't be one in your alias
Long story short, the fag's "Lightwork" was Not Nice work
You're the type to jerk-off while you watch guys twerk,
Swastikas huh? I'll destroy your Luftwaffe and stop your Third Reich smirk
You'll be found on the curbside murked, with a dropped mic, burnt
for being in my blast radius, see I appear at doorsteps and scorch vets' cerebral cortex,
Your flows a lethal vortex...cuz it sucks in more shit than women wearing corsets
Your old ass probably got your first mixtape on cassette
Only risktakers would bet, place their bread on Not, cuz dude's basically dead
You're only great in your head, in fact your great with head, you and Pav were made to wed
I should tear your gay shit to shreds, fuck what your friends said, they were misled,
You ain't half good, you're mad lame, a halfway crook, nonexistent in the rap game's book
You're either Nice or your Not, if I took your rhymes at face-value they wouldnt have great looks
I keep my shit simple, your shit's old, obscure and wrinkled like it had it's skin pulled
and yet your soul's been sold to buy skills tenfold, you were gypped bro, swindled

[PAVONIA]

Do you really think your barz are lively n slick?
Honestly kid...you spit as much 'heat' as a pile of shit!
I'm tired of this!! My punches make you see stars...
You aint hard, like a prison escapee, we laugh at your weak barz!
Your verses lack everything, no matter what this clowns making...
Even your 'structures' shit, proof you lack a writing foundation!!


Deaded. See me in the battlefield if you wanna keep going man...

[Endeva.]

Pavonia's phonier than Adidas T's sold in Greece on beaches...
but at least those got heat... his Temp' just decreases with each rhyme he releases,
time's supposed to teach us and move us along...
so why is this kid still getting it wrong like Brittany miming a song

[Not N Nice]

Deva's a beggar, never gets attention till hit
Once a while - once in a while? Dont matter, you suck dick
Which one of you's the mother? though both a son of a bitch
Apples don't fall far from the tree, and y'all aren't near cliffs
Hear this, rears kissed the only way once could get peeps
Doing so much Brown-nosing, you could teach pups how to meet
Look, your not street, 'bout as tough as some fleece
Becuz your a geek, truth is, your whole family wants you deceased
Once, I'm a beast judging your leash
You couldn't come-Pete as the nickname for Peter
So if you claim your off the chains, its youth-in-eyes of its leader
Killing you, dog, since your a fraud, looking up to me getting you flogged
Your punishment was library's, my punishment was living off broads
Kicked out the house, had to fuck bitches good, & got the clout
Yo girl told you her parents were home, really, I was there, not the couch
In her room, in her womb, had her trying to fix me food
Never treat her good, I made her feel good... My dicks a ruse
You bought her gifts & fake jewels... Little fool
Stealing from yo mamas purse tryna please that bitch when at school... Just a tool

[James L]

Wtf is a restructor? < my phone underlined it red
Ur punches don't rhyme w ur front lines, no wonder y it's dead
Ur probably 12 or 13, can't even spell ur name right
I don't know what ur aim is but u should probably change sites
Everythings a miss for u, if anything I'm pissed for u...
Cause of all the pussys I've ripped none have became tight
I'm teachin lessons like a preachin reverend
When lead leave u lookin like a piece of holy shit, u might be reachin heaven

[James L]

Not N Nice? What does EVERYBODY here smoke rocks AND ice?
God & Christ, not havin life skills is like ur lot in life
Me I smoke pot & write, so me n yall are not alike
I like pussy, but this pussys gay and not a dyke
I'd say I popped his cherry rappin but that happened ridin bikes
A ninja when I pick-et signs, ur useful as a silent strike