Alright... let's do this....

my vastness is vast; there’s a sadness in cats and in birds that chime
Turpentine, words that rhyme w/ serpent swine; I’ll ‘cut this dick head’ no circumsized
I’m eating pork from my keester but you think I’m just a dork in a t-shirt?
please I’m Bjork in a jean skirt; smoke expelled from my lungs like it swore at a teacher
calamity cougars, this man should be neutered while bro cries
pork rinds with mold fries; I’ll prove ‘Sharp is duller’ than OLD knives
I'm the black beetle that jacked CeeLo that is actually white
tragedy strikes on amnesty lights; got ur girl ‘sayin Awwww’ no cavities right
insanity’s claimed, I’m drunk while sober that’s calamity pain
serenading Sarah Nading, profanity rains; I’m Big Daddy…you Danity Kane
I'm a mean demon with green semen stacking poker chips
so legit; fill ya head w/ more led than Heath Ledgers joker trick
I’m a human form jester in a unicorn sweatshirt with a murderous plot
Pass the breathalyzer, then shove the test in my ass while I start jerkin the cops
I’m the better brigade, whales cry while the leather is laid
a fine wine, better with age; ‘hood on my back’ like how sweaters is made (ko!)
my blade will massage, I’m higher than a drunk dude on a crane
slump you on a stage; no ‘fight or flight mentality’ I’ll punch you on a plane
you’re girl licks her twat, I roll up on her like you missed a spot
cyclical sickle pocks, then she asked me to cum inside; but it was just to talk
he better behave or he’s wetter then rain, this bitch has no tricks
I’m slick with pro fists; wouldn’t be ‘feeling Sharp’ if the tudor slit my own wrists
I’m a treasonous bastid weaving a basket, igniting a rook
Most exciting of crooks; ‘take the top off a Sharp’ like I’m highlighting a book!!!
send sand snakes to this mans wake as i masterbate with sand paper
this damn faker gets hands vapor; put my cock on his casket like ‘fam, later!’
I’m a drunken panda, slumpin santa frosted flakes and cheerios
Just ate some cereal; you’ll always be a ‘small man in the ring’ you rey mysterio
I’m high altitude, but in an underwater cave on a snorkel trip
contortionist, coral swims; I fucked the guide on the back of a dolphins dorsal fin
arch angels doing the limbo, I’m pooing on bimbos w/ the gurthiest trolling
give him & Andromeda murderous scoldings; then spit Titan snatch w/e Perseus holding



***If you don't get the wordplay, don;t vote or PM me lol...good...okaycool

I straight grip the matics with shape shifting addicts; your number's up like tax abatements
Rapping gay shit, my writing's insane so the gun'll give you a the-matic statement
Derranged hits from estranged kids' Playstations; My gun licking some revelations
I'll send you to Hell; you can 'spit fire' after tongue-kissing with Satan
I inhale Thanos' chain-smoke with my enemies, Pol Pot; violence is a friend to me
Good's what you pretend to be; punches have more 'Miss-Directions' than your cross-dressing tendencies
Don't think twice, second-guessing, the blade's selfish but the shotty got nice
Jonestown, low-brow; you'll get the 'kool-aid' when I help put your body on ice
Gabriel's agent; I'm basically Asian. Flames when type like candelabras
Stuck in lava, demon hunter, watch me 'Kill a Bloodsucker' like 'Hunting Chupacabras'
Sharp's cool like ice picks; no need to fight since the matic and uzi my devices
You can't match me so it's clear 'Blue isn't Sharp' like identity crisis
My tunic horse-hair, visions of explored stares and the arcangel sword's glare
My guns are more fair; in the trenches, the 'banana hit you' like jungle warfare
I'm the strongest, you've been out-forced; I'm a call center, you've been out-sourced
Fiery death to you and yours, the matic'll split a couple like divorce
Spider Man, Pizza time; God's judgement inclines the way I fell rhymes
John 6:69, powers divine to bring justice to 'Blue da Bad-die' like Eiffel 65
I'm Gabriel's agent, practically Asian; matic in the grip and bodies in the basement
Geneticist Haitian; he'll get complacent then 'Blue Jeans' get torn like a fashion statement
My uzi heaven-sent, sprays revenant. I'm on a sick path
suck my sick shaft; you'll get 'Six in your stomach' like a Six-pack
I've got a lot of matics. Shooting, getting tragic
Killing you is what I do, spastic; when I see you its auto-matic
I'm a metaphysicist mega fistin' Presidents, a resident of the Oval Orifice
Blue's a relic, I'm 'battling the long in the tooth' like 'bashing Walruses'
An arcane magician, I spark lames from living; the matic tired like sick kids
The blade starts liking like self-cleaning kittens; blood pours like ink from everything I've written
I'm a beast with the uzi, pray; Dog with the sprinkler the way I lick sprays
Shoot, every bullet strays; Change over to my knife, call it a 'Switch'-blade
Blade the hardest, I'm a hazmat spartan, paranomal fade to shades of scarlet
Sword target cathartic; 'Stabs of Blue' make me look like an 'abstract artist'

Originally Posted by seth (Post 735777) @Sinacog could you PM me your vote instead of posting it here so I could break it down in the rundown of Beat Blue Bayou 1?

Originally Posted by Blue Bayou (Post 735783) Wasn't that supposed to drop like 8 month ago? Lol

Originally Posted by Aero (Post 735876) If you’re going to do a Sinacog battle make it 10 lines at most

Originally Posted by bleak (Post 735906) I don't think the god sin has ever written less than 16

Originally Posted by Sharp (Post 735908) He actually did 12 in the LLL Once

Originally Posted by Sharp (Post 736091) @Blue Bayou I think ran him out of text. Wanna open this up to the general population?