Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

[Chree]

Take the bbc out of your mouth and put it in your ass

Do you think gay all the time? or just when you rap?

[LJLJnice]

Lady Death? Talkin', boring, I ain't moved by the quaint grove,
Actin' grim like saints move, she's not at ease, won't faint, though.
No saint of breath alarm me? Your bars cut shallow, no bite in your cleft,
You claimin' you’re lethal? With deep thoughts? Just talkin' 'bout a vibe, probably sits on it to stay alive.

Neck tight, say they wreck vibes, but who are you foolin' with those eyes?
You stepped in the cypher, but it’s you who’s coolin'.
Talkin' dimes 'bout proof to find, but where's your receipts?
All I hear’s a ghost, just whisperin' beats.

You think you’re ice cold, but I’ll light that flame,
Bringin' heat to the reaper—now remember my name.
I’ll analyze and dismember every lyric you render,
Munchin' the tune? I lasso the Castle—I'm a high-flyer contender.

You’re stuck on the ground, swingin' scythes at the sky,
Call yourself Death, but I'm the coroner, passin' you by.
With a surgical buzz saw, I dissect your speech,
Bury you deeper than your vibe could ever reach.

You talk ruthless, say you’re bringin' the doom,
But the only thing dead is your cypher room.
Don’t tarry; my words carry through and consume,
Decipher my life—I've boomed while you’re still in the gloom.