Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

I'm rapping it realest man,
That talk about speaking HAM when they wheel it and the fact your bars' subtext says you need a man strongly suggests you're a meatspin fan,
"I squeeze n bang!" That's my impression of Echelon,
I'll see your bicycle parked outside of a male sex-a-thon,
You'll come back to find both of your pedals gone,
N have to push it with the bars like you do with every one,
"I'm getting strong!" That's my second of two,
You don't think trigger & mirror rhyme, I bet that they do,
At least in England, as in the English Americans use,
That's how you know Chree's dying, the disconnect with his roots

2 out of 9
Just like the people that would care if u died.
Just like Mom and Dad I bet your parents are white.
You're still repping the flag that's guys marrying guys.
You got no bars that could keep an area hype.
You're trash has the people very annoyed.
Drop the beat and ill bury this mime.
Leave nothing left but your burial rights.
He's tone deaf, and barely can write.
Don't worry I've got scarier rhymes.
You can just sit there and maybe katy perry can sign for ya.

DO U EVER FEEL LIKE A PLASTIC BAG.

I ignite when I write, & ever since I’ve arrived on this site I’ve been a Showstopper
Your the laziest faggot I’ve come across, Chree can’t even Blow Proper
Even if you Go Harder, I Flow Sharper, you just lack the juice like a Phone W/ No Charger
Ya bitch sucking Savior like a Now & Later, dribbling deez nuts like a Harlem Globetrotter

You can even judge yourself in earnest.
Everyone gather around, it thinks its a person!
So perfect on every syllable, you get hit with the pipe more than the kindest surfers o.o
I've been flipping bars over this man, like its a circus.
Just say you want to be another man It's working for ya.

Aw, little bro that was cute.
I ain’t gotta reach for Chree, this is low hanging fruit.
Jeez, please, would you fucking quit.
Of course I’m thinking of dissin’Chree, coz he’s bloody shit.

It’s no thing, he uncomfortable in his own skin so he shoulda stopped
Before I cut him up coz he’s full of himself; I’ll put a Chree in a wooden box.
Hey he said he likes racist bars, what’s this fraud thinking?
Wait, see, he’s named Chree for the way he supports lynchings.

The only kinda Chree I wanna see… purple kush.
You tried to fight with Saviourself to give your verse a push,
you shoulda saved yourself the bother coz you’re worthless, shushh,
Hard to believe little Chree’s got fire for a Saviour, like the burning bush.

Those bars were so low quality, I think we all deserve an apology.
The only line you hit remains poverty, bob and weave your whole click full of Stalin Tweens.
II'm too much snap this dude like photography of a man won't even let your father speak.
Another French rapper AKA Drama queen, is that an accent or obnoxious speech?
You got it backwards like an Ostrich Knee.
When you rap that bad it's gonna cost you the lead.

Cost him the lead, how you pricing that dude?
You believe that kinda crap too? I think this is fictional talking chree, why he act Groot,
I went blank-checked out, cuz its surprising that's true since you don't write like you assign it value,
You said my mum n dad have white skin, they actually do,
Your parents are addicts that actively use,
Every week copping opiates, a packet or 2,
Cuz their backs are fucked from carrying you,
Youuu basement dwelling, stale fragrance smelling, Ill-fated lemming who feels greatest when in a racist setting, how did I get in the swing of degrading texting? I didn't plan to kill tree I just came n fell in

No gun in the UK you don't actually shoot.
you came to a gun fight with spatula tools
You get smoked like *"half of a yew"*
Thats a j in the back of my coupe.
You wish you were this naturally cool.

I’m burning Chree down, like a Wildfire
Your a deadman walking, Tombstone Pile-Driver
The Big Red Machine, I bring fire & Brimstone
Get Choke-Slammed, then slit ya Throat-Glands & he’s “chucking blood up” like Jim-Jones

I hear knocks on heavens door, what apocalypse is this?
A guy telling me to save myself from Jehovas fucking Witnesses
Out here polluting the atmosphere like Chrevron
But I'd rather get my brain operated on by L. Ron
My verses get chef's kiss like a broad dating Raekwon
This guy claims to be lyrical when his favorite songs are from Akon
And yo, you're writing The Blueprint like you think you're Jay-Z
But please, The Blueprint was written by KRS ONE

I don't consider Self a rival but this bullet got your name on it.
It's Self titled.

While he's sleeping I'll split'em in half and set Self apart from the rest like a woke individual.
Lowkey It's pitiful.
He really thinks he's still ownin'em.
He don't know he's Expendable.
I'll let somethin hot air.
Make ya Self look clean.
One shot will lift'em up.
The iron will boost Self a steam.
The heat will have him melt to the floor.
Then I'll mop the floor with him till his health gets poor.
After I spill his blood, I'll mop the floor with him again until he becomes Self absorbed.
If I catch Savior running...I'm holding him for ransom.
Savior money.
This don't require wealth.
If y'all don't want him to die a loan, no problem.
I'll bury you all buy your Self.
It's a family tree.
I'll have his momma wearing her Self on a shirt.
The Vanitee.
A real health scare.
You saw your blood on your clothes.
That's when you became Self-a-Wear.
Then you died and joined the most high.
Your flow expired.
That's why i passed through The Shaman.
It was to speak to the Ghost writer.

This cats name is Neonn like a dirty strip club.
So his ho gets 36 bucks for squirting fist fucks wearing purple lip gloss.
You didn't pass through me, I pass through you like ghouls do,
Cuz I mastered the craft of voodoo in the land of the Zambian Zulu.
Afrika Bambaataa molested you. So your childhood is sad.
Now he get's high all the time, Neonn's light-in' the glass,
Always fighting the past, but yo I'm typing too fast.
You write like a broken arm, I'm just signing the cast.

I said Neonn is light. Years behind the curve like Euclidian space-time.
Hitting bitches on facetime.
You used a Century on Self since you only like name rhymes.
But mines hit you in the chest like a proper bass line.

If he started his bars of with a fist fuck, i know he's fuckin sad.
So i paid my hoe 36 bucks...and told her to punch his ass.
The codewords Strip club...
That meant take every dollar he fuckin had.
I made her reach that pussy.
She's nice with the fist butt she's deadly with a fuckin jab.
That's why i paid her to beat that pussy.
She's strapped and she'll Getchu stretched.
Her name starts with a K and 36 bucks will get you wet.
She's strapped and she'll stick you up.
Her name starts with A K and 36 bucks will get you fucked.
You see that? Im elite with the range.
I saw "36 bucks" and started thinking of a handful of punches.
You think all i need is a name?

Seems you like sending bitches to do your Dirty-Work
I’ll SERVE you myself like I was moving Thirty-Birds
When I light this bitch up, there’ll be no Signs-Of-Neon
One thing us Guys-can-Agree-On, all it takes is a SWITCH & Lights-out-for-this-Peon
Fuck this ASSHOLE, your nothing but Gas that I Need-Gone
Straight walking this MUT, your a result of what happens when you Breed-Wrong

I bench press crazier & still body chess mania,
Every bitch I meet walks away with wet labia,
I'll drive by in the Porsche, tech spraying ya,
Its bald heads from the wheels when I X-savior,
Wasting the heat on these base-smelling neeks,
Ain't but a treat you look pussy flavoured to me,
When your hard talk's softer than stale jelly beans,
You're contradicting ya self cuz Sav-very sweet,
Talking about when you breed wrong n how he's a mut,
Wack, and I know now that you suck,
Cuz you said need gone n breed without any punch,
You shouldve used kneed & bred to flour it up