kool........im waitin for ur drop

Doooopppe...

You late, why you duck bitch? This is my shit...get out my thread.

you ca take it as a win.....i didnt replied within the due date(just got my internet bak)

this is the 4th time this has happen...I dont count these wins now drop a fuckin verse.

Through infinite space I chase cosmic mysteries beyond the range and reach of all thoughts and perceptions, I come not to bring peace, but a double-edged sword to pierce your veil expressions/
Cause it looks like you just volunteered to be my next patient, in an experimentation related to spontaneous wack emcee disintegration, and it’ll take place on the medical base of the Russian space station, so I can pour hot vodka into your facial lacerations, and that should clear your disease classified as chronic constipation, how you caught it, well I would guess, to much anal masturbation/
You took a laxative now your diagnosed with diarrhea from lack of practicing, but if I win, please promise that you’ll never rap again, or you’ll receive another appendectomy with my massive plastic pen, ripping your appendix out through your abdomen, then pump you up with five thousand milligrams of aspirin, to make you a first class hemophiliac who can never relax or laugh again, because any sudden movements could fatally fracture your skin/
Cause I got a fetish for vocal lacerations and choke hold fascinations, focal mass aberrations, so there goes my aspirations, its total mastication for you and your lyrical monogamy, mono theistic lines praising the fiscal economy, indivisible commodities, cause its syllable sodomy sadomasochist, and this fake rapping kid cant fade my rapid rabid spit/
And when I drop concepts the context can change your perception of your own complexion, because when I flow you feel shity due to the perfection of my verses conception/
Cause I come with lyrics sharper than cracked mirrors, and I slash, rip and attack wack spitters with the glass slivers, whether freestyle, rap, written, or adlibbed spits, I counter attack with spits, that slash your wrists while I escape with a backwards flip, cause my tongues sharper then hatchet tips, sharper then a blade shaved to an atoms width, shit ill slash your wrist so quick that the blood inside conforms to the shape of your hand then drips/
So stop sweating me like I need a sidekick, and phoning my chick screaming, leave 1 alone, that’s my dick/ Calling psychics saying my cock gives your horrible life meaning, and you lay at night dreaming of the day you can gargle with my semen, but ill make sure you die screaming, cause ill puncture your lungs just to injure your breathing, then rip our your kidneys, your not sure what they do, but I im pretty sure that you need them/
And my lyrical texture rejects your lyrics like a bums credit card, cause your rhymes are lifeless, like non-intelligent species living on mars/
And by battling me you’ll loose energy like an exothermic reaction, I don’t split, divide, or subtract your metaphors, realize son, that I just broke them all into fractions/
Cause my ballistics easily destroy your self humiliated simplistic’s, and my linguistics, easily shows you with quickness, that my flow is the sickest, cause I relentlessly attack your credentials and leave your weak ass defenseless, and when I end this, ill stop the bleeding at the end of your pussy ass sentence/
Cause this is your execution, as sad as it is, there aint shit you can do son, and in case the proctologist freaks out, just let him know I ripped you a new one/
Cause im just to nice, im like the air force, I bring violence to new heights, that means, ill stick your head so far up your ass, that you’ll be able to chew your food twice/
Now im holding your ears as hostage, cause im captivating listeners, I spit so many lines that ive decided to start taking prisoners, and you cant step to me when I drop these verbal scriptures, shit I could spit only 500 words and still rip all your pictures  
 
 

u can't take people seriously who bit b4

How you go from

yall whatch this fanstastic shit that i spit at SINISTER, murderen his wack-shit, and twisten his mind so far around hell be thinkin he did a backflip//
how dare this fag try to test tha greatest INFLICT, dispurse heat to weak rappers like SIN and turn em to another statistic on tha "Rappers Found Dead" list//
my lyrical hollow-tips rip through this niggaz face and make his head spin like tha EXCORCIST//
can you match-this?, not even close bitch, fuckin with me will get ya damn-ass-kicked, visiously blasted,embamed and wrapped in saran plastic//
ill leave you bein lowerd in your cow-dung-caskit, cause your family didnt want to waste there money on this stupid-ass-kid//
you still wanna fuck with me, get verbally slattered on the internet for the whole world to see//
*CHSHHHHHH* oh...wait we have an incoming, youve been charged with lyrical stupidity, and the plees been recieved, 1...2...3...YOUR GUILTY//
when awards come in for next week, im going to nominate SIN for the worst emcee in WCC history//
and you know you been a reject all threw your life, even your momma didnt want you she threaten to slit her wrist with a knife//
so she tried to mold and shape you into the impossible, she relized theres no way in hell she can save this lost-soul//
so she took your ass to the mental hostpital, now your just a worthless bitch who no one cares if your alive-at-all//

*SINISTER* "PLease Stop Your Hurting Me"

To...It's a complete style change! what the fuck you little biter... You dont even SAY MY NAME...

Fuck no bitch im not done with this verbal slayin, but you best not wait so get on your damn knees and start prayin//
cause the lords the only one who can save you now, So Open To Jesus and take that pressious vouw//
Ask the lord To Come into your heart and save your soul, cause the ends comin for you and if you dont, you know where your about to go//
so close your eyes and take your last breath, cause when I push post you will be reachin your death, and satan will be comin to lay you to your final rest//
Through infinite space I chase cosmic mysteries beyond the range and reach of all thoughts and perceptions, I come not to bring peace, but a double-edged sword to pierce your veil expressions/
Cause it looks like you just volunteered to be my next patient, in an experimentation related to spontaneous wack emcee disintegration, and it’ll take place on the medical base of the Russian space station, so I can pour hot vodka into your facial lacerations, and that should clear your disease classified as chronic constipation, how you caught it, well I would guess, to much anal masturbation/
You took a laxative now your diagnosed with diarrhea from lack of practicing, but if I win, please promise that you’ll never rap again, or you’ll receive another appendectomy with my massive plastic pen, ripping your appendix out through your abdomen, then pump you up with five thousand milligrams of aspirin, to make you a first class hemophiliac who can never relax or laugh again, because any sudden movements could fatally fracture your skin/
Cause I got a fetish for vocal lacerations and choke hold fascinations, focal mass aberrations, so there goes my aspirations, its total mastication for you and your lyrical monogamy, mono theistic lines praising the fiscal economy, indivisible commodities, cause its syllable sodomy sadomasochist, and this fake rapping kid cant fade my rapid rabid spit/
And when I drop concepts the context can change your perception of your own complexion, because when I flow you feel shity due to the perfection of my verses conception/
Cause I come with lyrics sharper than cracked mirrors, and I slash, rip and attack wack spitters with the glass slivers, whether freestyle, rap, written, or adlibbed spits, I counter attack with spits, that slash your wrists while I escape with a backwards flip, cause my tongues sharper then hatchet tips, sharper then a blade shaved to an atoms width, shit ill slash your wrist so quick that the blood inside conforms to the shape of your hand then drips/
So stop sweating me like I need a sidekick, and phoning my chick screaming, leave 1 alone, that’s my dick/ Calling psychics saying my cock gives your horrible life meaning, and you lay at night dreaming of the day you can gargle with my semen, but ill make sure you die screaming, cause ill puncture your lungs just to injure your breathing, then rip our your kidneys, your not sure what they do, but I im pretty sure that you need them/
And my lyrical texture rejects your lyrics like a bums credit card, cause your rhymes are lifeless, like non-intelligent species living on mars/
And by battling me you’ll loose energy like an exothermic reaction, I don’t split, divide, or subtract your metaphors, realize son, that I just broke them all into fractions/
Cause my ballistics easily destroy your self humiliated simplistic’s, and my linguistics, easily shows you with quickness, that my flow is the sickest, cause I relentlessly attack your credentials and leave your weak ass defenseless, and when I end this, ill stop the bleeding at the end of your pussy ass sentence/
Cause this is your execution, as sad as it is, there aint shit you can do son, and in case the proctologist freaks out, just let him know I ripped you a new one/
Cause im just to nice, im like the air force, I bring violence to new heights, that means, ill stick your head so far up your ass, that you’ll be able to chew your food twice/
Now im holding your ears as hostage, cause im captivating listeners, I spit so many lines that ive decided to start taking prisoners, and you cant step to me when I drop these verbal scriptures, shit I could spit only 500 words and still rip all your pictures