Diss The Emcee Above You

[e11even]

The deading and dreading of this lead-ing has just begun...
Text's-sale!!-Ant hills are his eBay commodity, son
Cuz my brand of drive-by gave him a freeway lobotomy once...
I'm scoffing fa fun, you're in the troth where I'm hockin shit up.
I'm not gunna front, you cat's nice... n' tender.
I?? Surrender??? Ur serrated bones'll be at home in my ice cube blender.
I last time I battled some noobs, I think that I blew cinders.
I played the hook up line that time ur baby's mom blew Scripter.

[Texcellence]

Your forced wordplay is priceless, now it's me you'll be in debt too
Irony, "on Waldo's shirt..." Is exactly where your Dad shoulda' left you
A vet? You don't have the stripes, so I couldn't understand how kid
And like Waldo, it's hard to see how you stand out in a crowd Viv

[e11even]

It was forced n I laughed as I wrote it
No passion in flowin at max against an ass with no colon
Your vernacular's had a pass but now you're trash and it's noted.
The quips you attack with are brash but lack an acid as potent
Latent devotion to flowing- I think my knacks are in poem.
You're a snack, a kitted kat, get snapped in half when I'm focused.
Tex sellin cat, no pimpin that- just has a vag and its broking.
Text selling a craft you've never had- and your whole act's beyond bogus.

[Texcellence]

Now that's ironic! Words feel under pressure whenever you speak
I'm not saying your delivery is forced
............You've just been in labour with it for the past few weeks!
Your half decent Viv but your punchlines are always forgotten kid
Cos' you're just like bad Fathers with visitation
................Always misleading us with that same old promise, shit
I mean, you never follow through and I don't mean in your pants
Rocking schemes that flopped on their debut, Viv lives in the past
I do this for fun, it could be forced but just know my lifestyle isn't
It's a collaborative effort with your verses, hear me out now, listen
You've basically had more hands on ur bars than convicts in prison
No planning or preparation goes into this, I just type what I think
And to prove it, I'll stop. And end my punch with a random word, clink.

[Scripter]

I ask myself how could a text smell?
but then I stopped to think...
all of his bars are shit
no wonder they fucking stink
the only thing that needs collaborated
are your flapping ass cheeks
cut off this turtle head
before he begins to peek
cause all that comes out is a fecal load
or an bunch of gas when he speaks
watch me light a match
and ignite this fart
to leave his ass hairs singed
I'll do it without planning
you better take the preparation H
you can call it a brain fart
cause we know you got shit for brains

[e11even]

Originally Posted by Texcellence

Now that's ironic! Words feel under pressure whenever you speak
I'm not saying your delivery is forced
............You've just been in labour with it for the past few weeks!
Your half decent Viv but your punchlines are always forgotten kid
Cos' you're just like bad Fathers with visitation
................Always misleading us with that same old promise, shit
I mean, you never follow through and I don't mean in your pants
Rocking schemes that flopped on their debut, Viv lives in the past
I do this for fun, it could be forced but just know my lifestyle isn't
It's a collaborative effort with your verses, hear me out now, listen
You've basically had more hands on ur bars than convicts in prison
No planning or preparation goes into this, I just type what I think
And to prove it, I'll stop. And end my punch with a random word, clink.

all applaud this doofus.. all i draw is toothless...
i spit in mouthfuls like i'm gummy n stupid.
u spit like u tryna prove u aint gotta prove shit.
think about it. even scrip can trounce u on some noob shit.
i spit true to my mood. i use my screws when the driver is loose, bitch
so please, move to the side and just witness wat i do
cuz nobody can ever explain why viv is underrated but still too sick.
i slaughtered the animal farm. bartered with an animals mom.
skinned it and wore it for the animal's charms.
jump rabid, rabbit n' gimme some rabbit feet
stunt ragged get get staggered from jab from jagged sweeps.
lefts rights, uppers, suffer a faggot's defeat.
cuz wat can u prove if "The Only Faggot" starts and ends with your 'T'?

[Scripter]

Now that's ironic
I'm puffing chronic
iconic to your girl
dislocating hips
while I'm writing scripts
on her tits
while she plays with the tip
taking sips
while doing dips
on my dick
you already knew that
shes on it
the script
writing scripts
like racing for pink ta slip
you may think he's robotic
illuminating the Illuminati
call him masonic
kinda vivid isn't it
you would swear
I'm an animal
with the way
I tear in a bitch
I damage fools
like a terrorist
tearing arms off
they bug
like I'm Hannibal
ripping off their mandibles
a koala
on your momma
with bear hands
I'm Horton who
stole your wallet
at speeds that exceed
super sonic
your super speds
struggling with gen ed
stupid is an under statement...
you must be retarded

[e11even]

Ur a terrible bitch
More like a tear in a bitch
More like i swear i'm the shit
U sore like he tears you a bit
Heres a bandaid
To the only man in ur fanbase
You make me wanna start a clan in ur nanna's name
White robe with a can of spray
Cookin spam for you with mayonaisse
you got a grand to pay
To stop me from impaling ur grampa's grave
With a hand grenade
I'm the man. You are manish prey.
Ur a fan script, put those writers hands away.

[Scripter]

wanna sit before
a sick psychotic
with the gift of lip
slipping two fingers in
while I’m unzipping them
given slip of the tongue
an ripping until
the bra comes undone
having em
haven em
swinging
on my pendulum
waving
while I’m
writing an
ending in
having my
way with them
I put my pen
to the gem
with appendages
waving
crazed
the ways
I been
breaking them in
stfu bitch its vividly vague you won't win...

[e11even]

To be frank, u have flow script...
About as suspect as a frank ocean.
Skip the foreplay, ur aunt gets the whole dick.
Pole position first place, drove stick.
Im a shogun... Shonuff. No shit.
U a snake wit no teeth.
A cottonmouth. No spit.
U on thin ice. Hold it.
This ass kick'll make u bottom out. Row, bitch.
This is saints row n u in the wrong pew. Go fish.
Improvise. This is no script.

[Figgly Wiggly]

Yo vividlyvague

fuck you brah

[Scripter]

Originally Posted by Vividlyvague

To be frank, u have flow script...
About as suspect as a frank ocean.
Skip the foreplay, ur aunt gets the whole dick.
Pole position first place, drove stick.
Im a shogun... Shonuff. No shit.
U a snake wit no teeth.
A cottonmouth. No spit.
U on thin ice. Hold it.
This ass kick'll make u bottom out. Row, bitch.
This is saints row n u in the wrong pew. Go fish.
Improvise. This is no script.

er maybe I'll just kick your ass quick
burn your ass with acid
till you melt away ta clay
they turning helen keller ta
ellens ways
make Seymour see more
make c4 an explode on this plastic
till he catches a back draft
lands on his ass an fades away
my razor words like hell raiser
wired slurs leave lames lost for days
like I cough an
they find their sarcophagus
I guess I'll just play possum
an watch their deaths
so I see saw
and what a posse does
cut them up with spiced words
leave them looking
with eyes hooked in
with tooth picks in
hot sausages
have their bitches on cotton mouth king

[e11even]

Originally Posted by Figasaurus

Yo vividlyvague

fuck you brah

Originally Posted by Scripter

er maybe I'll just kick your ass quick
burn your ass with acid
till you melt away ta clay
they turning helen keller ta
ellens ways
make Seymour see more
make c4 an explode on this plastic
till he catches a back draft
lands on his ass an fades away
my razor words like hell raiser
wired slurs leave lames lost for days
like I cough an
they find their sarcophagus
I guess I'll just play possum
an watch their deaths
so I see saw
and what a posse does
cut them up with spiced words
leave them looking
with eyes hooked in
with tooth picks in
hot sausages
have their bitches on cotton mouth king

I love you all.
Probably because you ewes get uhauled
To slaughter just so I can put my jacket n shoes on.
Grammer, flow... a necessary crouton
on this salad of personality u souped on.
Lei Wu Long with a two-piece, legs
With the extra drums on coupon.
Its not cute that u loiter to spit jewels
only to look like frugal jews gettin they scrooge on.
You lack talent. u lack dose, i'm intolerant.
Milky flow got u stinkin like toddler shit.
fig you know,
to bad mouth a man is on some rodman-ish
condom-slobbin primadonna shit.
I'm disappointed. I can't even harm a scrip.
i'm too good at weaving stories for this vagina to bother with.
Afterall, you can't bother gift,
A hotter wit, treatin him as cannon fodder. quit.
This is no wedding cake. nothings topping this.

[Scripter]

but still I pop this bitch
like an itch that got itched
he can't be in
different
he just sticks with the populous
gets shot down put a frown on his cocky grins
his writs shit.. smells of pits
like he's sit knelt in shit and piss
not script
he gets stitched
comes back and relives
another defeat
the fig tree
without duh..
feet
cause he ain't about to fig defeat
u're just another lame style I beat ta cake
an ate the mixture
this fruits a loon
talking about jews?
probably just snorted a whole key up
with the hollow cost of a nose
without cartilage
on the D Low
how could you be real?
you ain't me bro
more like a dick or dildo
your vib is set setting? real low
I guess it's upsetting ain't it
but you told me to keep it real though...

[e11even]

I'm sure I wouldn't want to script a scripter's fall
but i'mma hafta get involved
let a revolver click n draw
out his brains while his wife does the same
with his dick n balls.
Bitch, i don't dig the pharamones u givin off.
u in heat thinkin u hot,
but fig refuses to give you the dick at all.
Ur but a symptom of the sickness I been on.
Have you even witnessed an aping gorilla gettin mauled?
No? CUZ IT NEVER HAPPENS.
Act like ur girl when she digs in your little drawls
on your birthday and pretend ur getting lost,
but do it for real. Cuz this director's cut
never had a scrip involved.
Your writtens flop like screenplays
wit no real script at all.
SCRIP, CUT! it out like ur tryna end it all
cuz at the end of the day
this is chess and ur the first sacrificial pawn.

[pup]

Yo vivid, you a bitch n I mean it so untangle ya panties
I'll put my nuts on ya forehead bitch cus u sweet like candies
I don't have respect for rap, but the trash I spit..
Rips any of ya writtens son. Stop hatin on the cash i get
Ill turn you out chump, on top of ya bitch like kids on the top bunk,
Motha fucka I'll leave you slumped when i make them gum shots pump

[e11even]

damn u fat. damn, YOU rap?
I know you, fam. Prolly even gave u dap...
You was the kid in PE crying,
Knowing if he PT'd he'd be dying.
All the titty jokes.
Tried rap. Never had a witty flow.
One syllable rhymes, no lyrical climb
from minimal to criminal pickin up dimes
to residual digits that litter his sides...
no. just a carb general, and his genitals hide.
You're a far cry from commedable
cuz u'd probably bomb an audition, but
rap the illest flows for dinner rolls.
The simplest troll
with the rigid nose, spic stache
n' wigger clothes...
you look like you took an assisted
selfie in the homie's car so
netcees won't see how you live at home.

You got a pastry next to your keyboard
and chips next to ur minute phone.

I'm not wat you want bitch.
Leave this shit alone.

[Scripter]

Shut the front door...
with a rivet gun
take vivids liver to slivers
stump him in shit kickers
an show his mom
he talks fat jokes but they're broke
an looks a bit thinner
than a blimp in tit tassels
giving hassles about a good year
you don't wanna get the fire started
yer just wood here
like woody Allen on an island styling
but without the slightest sud
no one could cheer
he'd cut off his brothers head were he stood
for another good beer
I suggest the next time you come contesting
you bring better words as weapons
instead of dud head gear
cause I think you may have bumped
your head about beat your self to death
with half the shit you just said here
"your not what anyone wants"
"shit"... anyone could find better...

[pup]

we can take this to the streets, fuck the heat, i'll pop you geeks,
It'll be ugly, cus i wont use guns, Ill use my hands to rock you to sleep,
u got 3 niggas in your profile pic, n to top it off u still aint got ya dick wet,
i fucked ya mom, ya sister, ya daughter, and ya crush i put my dick down that chicks neck,
n for the next person to spit theyre shit next, u lie when u say u spittin techs,
i'll com with 151 shots to ya head like u was at the club gettin wet!
but back to script, i think u a real bitch, naw i Know This Maaaan

3.

[Fig]

Yo pup, fuck you
You a bitch man I love you