Hardest diss lines you've ever heard

[Digital Omen]

Clocks tick, your days are numbered in low digits
You look suspicious, suspect nikkas is bytches
Get chopped up, Grade A meat, somethin' delicious
And laced back up, two G's worth of stitches
To reconstruct your face and learn how to speak again
My Mobb's like a bunch of wild Puerto Ricans
With bangers the size of African spears
It's warfare in the arena, we turn arenas into house of horrors
It's Terrordome, when you see my clique, you need to run behind shyt
You got a gat, you better find it
And use that shyt
Think fast and get reminded
Of robberies in Manhattan, you know what happened
Sixty G's worth of gun clappin'
Who shot ya?
You probably screamed louder than an opera
New York got ya
Now you wanna use my Mobb as a crutch
What you think, you can't get bucked again?
Once again

The bolded was just foul

 

[FreshAIG]

"My childhood is ruined
You don't know the pain of seeing your brother slain and this nikka not moving
Imagine receiving a call, saying your mother's gone
You think you can handle that? Motherfukker that ain't all
Two trips in 3 years of seeing my family pulled from a drawer
bytch do you know the smell of a morgue? Do you know what it's like looking at a coffin catalogue?
The last nikka alive out of four? Motherfukker I'm a gangster!" - Lil Fame