"G.I. ni**as stay bout it
Take a ni**a life don’t doubt it
Church and the liquor store crowded
911 is a joke don’t dial it
We ain't really tripping when the money stay piling
Money comin slow then mothafuckas get violent
I just want a crib and a coupe low mileage
Blowing on some dope with a yellow bone stallion
So high, and ni**as wanna know why I ride
With semi automatic by my side
Cause I got ni**as comin at my head
But I won’t let them bitches stop my bread
A mothafucka wanna short my dough
I hit him twice with the black fo-fo
The witness, courtroom no-show
And what a ni**a don’t know, won’t go
‘Dro, hoes and the dope game made me
On the front page magazine, no label
Industry don’t want him cause the ni**a’s too gangsta
Probably never heard him on ya radio station
Way too thug for these mothafuckin’ rappers
Rap way better than ya neighborhood trapper"

Freddie Gibbs - "BFK"

"They say, “Money is the root of all evil”
I seen most of you friends turn snake for it
Real friends, real friends ain't worried about your money 'cause the bond'll never break for it
Fake friends, fake friends only pop up when you rollin' like the bottom of a skateboard
That's when the wheels stop and you gotta cut 'em off, even if you get the hate for it
Real love, I guess it died with Pac 'cause I done searched the whole Golden State for it
California is mine, tell Kendrick and Snoop
I had a shootout with Steph Curry and Klay for it"

Berner - Wait For It Ft The Game

"Ni**as got problem?
I got a .45 revolver that will motherfuckin solve them
Ni**as think that they on about the motherfuckin album
Kill them all did everything to put the nail up in the coffin
Call me Freddie Gretzky ice hockey on the watch
Fuck the DEA I know the motherfuckers watchin
Get it off the boat I'm about to chop it and rock it
Time to cut the bitches off and cut my motherfuckin losses

[Verse 2]
Why you do why you do that?
I can't explain it that fake shit you know it ain't me
Baby mama said that I ain't got no fucking time and that's the Consequence of fucking with a motherfucking G
But I ain't did shit but be the real thing
And she know I'm the real and that will never change
You're fucking with a thug that's deep up in the game
I don't do nine to five I just work that cocaine
Thats why they call me cocaine (Kane)"

Freddie Gibbs - "NO PRBLMS Freestyle"

In the Benzino diss Nail in the coffin by Eminem, two of them stand out to me: 
- What you know about your wife slicin' her wrists right in front of the only thing that you have in this world, a little girl?

This bar always sends shivers down my spine. The realness of this bar is fucking deep and lets us know the depth of the pain he's been through.
 

The next one is one of the most disrespectful lines in any hip hip diss and is personally in my top 3: 

-If you're that much of a gangsta, put the mic down!
You should be out killin' motherfuckers right now
Kill a motherfucker dead, kill him dead, bitch!
Shoot 'em in the fuckin' head—go ahead, bitch!
Slap my mom! Slap the fuck out of her!
She can't sue you, she wouldn't get a buck out of ya
‘Cause you're broke as fuck, you suck, you're a fuckin' joke
If you was really sellin' coke, well, then what the fuck
You stop for, dummy? If you slew some crack
You'd make a lot more money than you do from rap

He starts off by saying Benzino is a fake gangster and taunting him into proving people wrong that he is a gangster in a rather crude way. He then proceeds to diss his mom which simultaneously disses Benzino by calling him broke. Then he goes into a crude manner of insults which slaps anyone's face and after that, he brings both disses together, mixing him calling Benzino poor and not a gangster. Also, the level of passion on his voice is bone-chilling.

Dolo and the pour up
Got me tore up from the floor up
Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a ni**a show up
All the real ni**as know us
Back in '09 me and Lam we was looking for a way out
But ain't nobody want to show us
Riding round' selling blow, shotgun doors out his Volvo
Must have sowed a whole O up
And you stuck it out with me, I love you like a brother
If it wasn't for you I wouldn't have no rap career or nothing
I know you hate the fact that I'm so loyal to my street affiliation, but my ni**as need a pack? I'm out here thuggin'
Willie and Diego need a pack? I'm out here thuggin'
My ni**a Butter hit me for a pack? I'm out here thuggin'
And now the DEA they checking on me when I'm getting on a plane, double life it got me ducking under covers
I just want to be legit man, shit man
And every time I touch the dope I say that "this gonna' be my last flip man"
I got a shorty that's willing to sell it for me
She my lover, my homie, the devil cursed me with a pimp hand
I hope my daughter never lives this type of lifestyle
Creeping under street lights as a night child

Freddie Gibbs - "Freddie Gordy"

My third favorite diss song of all time: Nas-Ether (Diss towards Jay-Z):

Rockefeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter and that's the guy y'all chose your company after? Put it together: I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas and now y'all trying to take my spot fellas? Philly's hot rock, fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas. In a pine box with nine shots from my glock fellas."

I really like the wordplay from the first part of these bars. It hits hard and is extremely clever. The next part, I love the rhyme scheme. I'm a sucker for really nice rhyme schemes (Which is why Eminem is my all-time favorite) and clever wordplays. 

I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in hell

I am a hustler baby, I'll sell water to a whale

U Don't Know - Jay-Z

I Woke up this morning with murder on my mind
My ni**a boutta hit me with another throw away burner around 9
So I get up get back on my shit
Working off a pack never had no brick
17 homeboys up in the clip
Before I beg like a bitch Im a hit me a lick
On everythang
Lay you on that stretcher man
Bust that thang or rest in flames when you disrespect the game
Can't do that don't sell cocaine
Cock that four fifth back and aim
Do my dirt all by my self
No witnesses to say my name
Im fresh up out a city where most ni**as broke
60% unemployment... why you think we sellin dope?
Lil kids walk around with that issue pistols you gotta tote
Don't get caught sleepin these G.I. streets'll leave you comatose

I got my gun you got your gun but will you bust your burner
Ni**as pack heat but they don't really want that murder murder

Freddie Gibbs - Murda On My Mind

What's the pleasure principle
Attack the enemies at every interval
And keep our casualites at a minimal
Camoflauged down now I launch my offensive
To arm leg-a leg the defenseless
Cause criminals and dons are relentless
Murders are common and senseless
In the ghetto trenches the stench is
Tremendous and poverty, our property is defended by shotguns
Alarm, pit bulls and barbed wire fences
If you're not armed you're in harm's way
You're hunted by wannabe desparados and hombres
I'm sick of all this shit
Rappers defeatin me on oscillatin frequencies
Speakin about operatin frequently

Too poetic AKA Grym reaper - Gravediggaz - Elimination process 

We're walking away from a beef in which clearly you started
I said we're walking away, did you hear me?
You oughta be thankful that we ain't beefin'
We’re still breathing and just leave it at (THAT!)
'Cause if me and 50 and G-Unit hop back in that BAT—mobile
It ain't gonna be no more rap it's gonna be (BRRAT!)
Retaliation, it'll be like them Muslim Shiia (ATTACKS!)
Somewhere along the line it's like me and 50 made a (PACT!)
He's got my back, I got his back (BACK!)
It's almost like we're kinda like Siamese twins
'Cause when we beef we pull each other into the bullshit
Like we're conjoined at the hip, this is unavoidable

Some of the shit is squashable; some shit'll never boil over
Some of it will just simmer at best if left alone
But let it be known there will be no sitdowns
With no Daves and 'Zinos
There will be no peace discussions with me
There ain't gonna be no friendly debates over crumpets and tea

Y'all know, yeah, y'all know
We don't got no convo with 5-0
Main bitch and side ho, a combo
Took 'em to the condo, pronto
Half Indian, I called her Tonto
Did it on the top flo' with a light blonde ho, yea
Yeah, I hit it and forget it, bloody murder
OJ in the white Bronco, yeah

Freddie Gibbs - Pronto

OJ like: "I'm not black, I'm OJ."

Okay.

Yeah, I ain’t ya average rapper residing in Calabasas
Mashin' the Aston through Malagasy in Madagascar
I don’t believe in your white Jesus and Last Suppers
I place value on brothers who never had justice
I am the black savage
Ali and Foreman in Zaire fightin' for black magic
Rifles and flak jackets, mama was suicidal, papa had bad habits
The product of true survival, rocker like Black Sabbath
Hoppin' up out the Chevy, Pac, Biggie, Machiavelli
OG like Nas or Reggie, culture like Ox in "Belly"
Vulgar like Akinyele, focus like Dr. Sebi
We did it your way but now the culture is boppin' to our Sinatra medley
I'm limitless energy, they gimmicks and imagery
Kendrick, Cole and the Kennedys, lyrical Holy Trinity
General of the city, they into promoting silly beef
Keepin' it Willy D, Weezy on the "A Milli" beat

Royce da 5'9 - Black Savage