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·SiNiStEr·:
10-12 barz..
3.0 KO 4 vote win..

U know what u gotta do.. lez do it.. drop first homeboy..

LP:
Check.

LP:

Psh.. I'll smoke this lightweight like bongs wit feathers..
Cause all i gotta do is pray.......An Sin'll be gone forever !!!
Ha ha ha against me? Sinister just a pickle in size...
Kid is 'Subject To Change' when i smash him to Nickles and Dimes!

Ok.. Lets Get more complex shall we..

I'm a 'great blaster of cells',(sales), but punches that steady sendin this fake bastard to hell, Call me a Body Of Water the way i make you Ache(ake) After The (L).!!

Devise the next punchline to rewrite sins jawline so it barley hangs off his spine... Than Break Thru Your Eye Nerves with a *Calculator*... don't lose Sight Of The Times..!

I'm badder in lines, my gun Tracks in a Due Sprint... Make ya lose sense... But dont need it I'll cut this bitch and have him Showing His Colors like a Black Actives Moment ..

Thank ya life's worth as I ‘Clear More Blocks' than ‘Blank-CrossWords'... Sin lost his honor left Following His Heart, like 2nd Thoughts From Organ Donors..

...To insane for asylums, I key with rage and note...I'll make Sin Pray To My Punches... Like his Knees And Legs Are Broke... This kid will wage then choke!!...Cuz Lp Have Ya Heart Skipping Beats At My Lines...Like Pre-Stages-Of-Strokes.!!

...I'll leave this kid in tears...My text a bury him each of his lines in fear...Cause Sin's Skillz like Baseball, they Just Aint Seen This Time Of Year!!

... From now on the sites doubtin this geek.. only advancin in ya dreams like a fountain of sleep...gun scalpin his cheek...So I'll Shoot through Ya Hairline And Push Ya Brain Down To Ya Socks and really Leave Sin Out On His Feet

..Like anorexic authors when i print his ass is vacant.. LP's bullets our dentist they add abrasions , to stab this patient...Hands a damage ya chest, and leave ya Heart In Another Place like Bad Vacations

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..Lacerate wounds, ya soon to lose all strength in tissues.. Body length severed in twos with bruises open for blood fluid to ooze.., Pupils Swollen Like Pennies ; guess I Change Your View ..

officially whored.



Yours Truly,


Lyrikal Prodigy.

·SiNiStEr·:
I warned ya not tah rest-in-a-fight, I'm straight carvin ya chest-wit-a-knife\
Homie.. I'll leave you breathin through a tube for tha rest-of-ya-life\
Mortal Kombat and Im testin-ya-might, hear feet poundin, must be u steppin-tonite\
Dawg.. you could be spittin gospel songs and still wouldnt be blessed-on-tha-mic\
For you there aint a weapon-in-sight, but I got dynamite and TNT to be wreckin-on-site\

Accomplished.. u got 1 on prophecy.. u aint shit..

I've bred-tha-best-teckz, shred-tha-best-vets\
U finna get served like VIP'z in a bed-and-breakfast\
Manipulatin lead-tah-stretch-necks, then behead-ya-neckless\
We all believed you when ya said-ya-WRECK-LESS\
 
Shoulda never stepped into the thread.. fuck a bar limit..

9'z ready tah cop-cock-and-blow, chop-shop-ya-soul\
Spit so much heat on ya U gonna stop-drop-and-roll\
Ima chop-ya-stealthy till you not-so-healthy\
Im must be Eminem cuz Im always down tah drop-an-LP\
Throw u in boilin water, or maybe-in-coffee, your story-end-softly
Cuz We know u aint got gunz like tha canadian-army\
Soak you in Pharmeldahyde, you been dead the moment you found-tha-site\
Strap you to the bottom of my car just so you could be down-tah-ride\

ALERT!!. DUBcc!!.. There is a queer-in-tha-midst..

It'z safe tah say you aint the coldest beer-in-the-fridge.. U got homophobics fearin-ya-spit'z\
I aint hearin-ya-kid, Spit at you eye to eye 'n Im clearin-ya-lid, forewarning to givin-tha-slip\

Aight fuck this.. 1 battle and you think your big shit.. get ready to be shut down like immigrant sweatshops..  

Elite deals death like doom's merchant-clique, LP awarded a tournicate\
Your defeat is guaranteed, like VDK's chances in a kru tournament\
Sad that the man who I beat 3 times is tha dude that made ya\
Verses like yours come a 'dime a dozen' like nike shoes made in asia\
Over 25 battles, former heavyweight champ, tell me bitch what I-owe-ya\
You could measure the amount of heads you've turned but it wouldnt move one iota\
Scratch ya name off my hitlist of upcomin stars-tah-rip
Cuz you just got blazed like the art of an arsonist..

·SiNiStEr·:
lez get some votes on this.. good battle LP..

anybody can vote..

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