[trap.]

vs Bladerunner

Sorry I have to mention, that your ass is gassed and stenchin'
While Sin's style's off the wall like neighborhood graf prevention,
I laugh while clenchin' your blade tip, son you got played quick
'Cause you could shave that hairy ass and still wouldn't FADE SHIT
My slave bitch, I'm dangerous like eatin honey and lickin hives,
Or maybe deadlier then a parade of bitchin' wives with kitchen knives,
I sicken guys, spit hotness til my mic gives me charcoal hands,
Guard yo stance, my balls so big I need to play pocket pool in cargo pants,
You bout as hard as Fargo fans, Bladerunner's a grade under,
Fuckin fag, showin his ass more then the crack of a gay plumber,
Tryin' to get with me, talkin bout "SIN'S A FREAK? REALLY??!"
Now you under COVER like sexual episodes featuring Malik Sealy,
You're beat, feel me? I'm strong, you'll need a whole PUN to stop me,
And if i suddenly died tomorrow, this ho'd have no one to copy,
I'm a shogun, just watch me, the master of cold crimes,
I'll pole climb and the whole time play double dutch with the phone lines,
My soul shines, thought bubbles and burns steam
Blade's so fake if his record went gold the needle would turn green,
From feeble to firm schemes, you'll need emergency
It's funny how the radius of your mouth will match and fit
with half of the diameter of Drastik's-dick-PERFECTLY
I'll smash this clit purposely, just the thoughts of mine'll reign true,
Reminds me of Marvin Gay Bio, cause im your pops and ima blaze you,
I slay crews, Sin travels a further distance then hecto measures,
While Blades a hypocrite like animal activists in ecko sweaters,
Get your pleasures, my rhymes compile like Himalayan snow,
'Cause Sin's sprayin flow will introduce you to the letters K and O


vs Aloe Vera

Your styles older then bread with mold on the spread,
Like my forgotten ex girlfriend, Son 'I'm over your head',
An ugly ogre, you're spent, so go find a cock to block
Exercise your dog named 'hablar' and still can't 'walk the talk',
I concoct alot of dope flows while your vocals is sloppy,
You're funny like kids claimin' latin cause they say 'loco' or 'papi'
Like I put coco in saki, 'cause I add flavor to brews,
So savor the news, that SinTacks isn't favored to lose,
You're a flamer with boobs, right mike? you white dyke
Insights like...more in the clouds then a Bowing's flight height,
The right price is pity, but Galv said 'Don't give him a Corona'
'Cuz even sober he gets boners over Malik Yoba in a Toga'
That'll show ya you're queer, now you're enraged in a hearse,
You must be Phorcin' the Aloe Vera, a name change for the worst,
So blame fame and it's curse, when you believe it, it fails,
Aloe Vera doesn't PimP 'girls', he collects a fee from the males (females)
Plus you're recievin' the sales, Aloe's a boy that costs,
Aiight my 'sentence went to church', I've gotten my 'point a cross',
To avoid a loss? 'Steer clear' of Sin like 'cows with Visine',
I won, it's a secret party for a hockey player' 'Howe Surprising',
You down for dying? I left you burnt like maroon tans,
It's true man, your just mad cause we can count your hair on two hands


vs Rygar

I got this feeling man, I'ma burn you like peeling tans
Cause you stupid like kids on stilts in a room with ceiling fans,
Revealing plans, you panicked and rhymed questionable leads,
Now Sin won't let bygones be BI GONEs til this bi-sexual leaves,
rygar?, talkin bout gay's and tryin' to boast queer?
Funny you know my real name and I barely knew you post here,
My quotes sheer talent, plus i heard you clamp jaws on man nobs,
And you should give away work, 'cause you're the best at "hand jobs"
I slam slobs, your post didn't give me a reason to twitch,
Remind me of Wu Tang members with herpes, a BEE with an ITCH(bitch)
You don't even exist, look at this cat bleedin' and shit,
Proceedin' to spit, and poppin his head like I was squeezin a zit,
I'm heated like spliffs, spit flames, then ignite coal on mics,
Dismember you with a skate, act like Ras and put your soul on ice,
I control all sites, I heard Blade's got scurvy and you taste her,
ry's phatted me so much, he might as well squirt me with a baster,
Firstly, you're gay sir, take vacations in Guam for incest,
And you found a pal on AIM by typin masturbation in common interest
Bombin Sin's text? you better cancel your plans to test this
rygar LEFT when Sin was RIGHT so this battle must be ambidextrous,
I canned your best scripts, hand left with sawed fingas,
Jawed disfigured, with your lips raw and bigger then Rah Diggas
So call Jigga and tell em how I left your life knocked and hard,
Your mic hot and charred along with your sight blocked and scarred,
I sock in spars, Sin's flows come more fat then the Connor crew
Infact I'll get Judge Judy to rhyme this, just to DIS-HONOR you
I slaughter through factuals, your dis was lame and tragical,
Notice in this verse, I didn't even give the name you claim a capital