Cypher Games: Diss The Person Above You

Hell everyone else is doing it..

I'mma choke ya oxygen,
With L out of your name You're only an ION
But J not to worry I'll chemically destroy you like mayans
Cuz I don't leave whacks like ya ones

Aww Hawky Pokey! I never expected that from you
Now I wanna cover ya shitty lines by putting a mat on you
Look above, Im still over ya fucking head
Son.. lets get down Cuz Since ya birth you're ducking dad

Hawks, you masturbate to gay porn?

XpR, the bitch with only four long bars, 

Edited by Jackilope - 25 December 2013 at 1:31am

Dumb little bitch, you think your so slick. 

She changed her avatar,but tricks mere prescence is ammo
Poundin her raw,Like a slut on sunset who went commando
This Jack-ilope bitin' "jackin her notes" nothin original
Clownin the bitch? ya girl aint even reached the pinnical
Your a parasite, oozin puss white,LA now caught the clap
Slicin her,insicions "clynical"Spits An STD form of rap
Killin ya like we were in the pen if this hoe talkin rats
Your Lines are pathetic, on that imma hack spit then spat
Chew ya up spit ya out like she was some chewable tobacco
Asking To get Bapped,two faced hide now replaced by jackle
This a lyrical tackle, this bitch is takin some fatal hits
Needs to be takin out quick reppin for the females like this
Kaos gone "captain save a hoe"cleanin up the flows like shit
Forgot that when ya shit you have to sit?All you do is miss
Not on point getting smoked like i would a spliff or joint
Wanna b mc who bitchmade,true to pussys name,thats my point

Im thinkin AK hit a nerve,so mad her flow got even worse
Each attempted diss is piss,the effect workin in reverse
Words the Apitamy of Wack,Making yourself look real stupid
Your Key style one of a retard,IQ that of the three stooges
Im cold, so im clownin this bitch ruthless AVY wearin stiches
BO-BO a joke,Resemblin her sig once this battle gets finished
This bimbo Cant even rhyme two words at the end of a sentance
So you aint capable of forming an insult,guessin that is easy
Your efforts are futile,just a warning,You will never beat me
My style will stay Untrumped despite the words from dis breezy
your flows rancid "yuck" almost makin my stomach real queezy

Flossaurus, no wonder your name is that, bitch. 

Jackilope it's blatant from the above statement
You suffer a mental ailment and maybe  if you name it
Some one could extend a helping hand
Maybe it' s some minor shit we can mend
Your issue's gotta be neurologic
Otherwise it defies my logic
How you could write that shit
And not expect to have your ass lit
And get smoked by someone better
I'm the dopest record setter
Flyer than a motherfucking falcon feather
Makin sure you never again string two words together
Fuck that- you'll never say another letter
How the fuck your wack ass rhymes
Gonna compare to the best in these times
You can't step to my level so don't try
I'll have your bitch ass fry for them bars being so dry
Don't even bother to reply or deny
Don't even lie sayin' that don't have you touched
I'm a motherfucker to be watched
You're just another notch on my belt
Another ass kicking delt
I know my words are felt
I could have your brain melt
From the heat of my bars
Like the core of stars
I'll have your head and torso disconnected
Rhymes this sharp gotta be respected
I'll have you looking dejected
For the poor words you selected
But I don't know why I'm straining my head
To beat the fuck out of what's already dead
But damn those wack bars made me see red
But then again maybe you're just misled
Maybe a friend or a family member
Told you that you should always remember
To do anything that you love
Which led to the wack bars above
You can't touch me like a hot stove
I'm like Hov' when I expose hoes
With the 99 problems I pose
When you see the flows I compose
You'll remeber this as a day when a legend arose
You just got fucking murdered whore
Do yourself a favour and don't post anymore