[Sinacog]

Aloe

Sin. Slay. Swift.
Yo face it bitch, I’ll blaze ya scripts & break ya ribs w/ flagrant kicks,
then make you slip & state you’d take this if you’d made the A-lic spit/
Since blades’ll strip away ya blatant quips, phrases lay-men dismantle,
I’ll prove you claim ya sick just cause ya famous for taking handles/
And lame since ya phrases sample, shit that comes equipped with puns,
“Aloe Won?”…That names the kid you stole ya whole existence from/
So you should just insist ya done, as the proof it’s not worth your time,
because the facts ya shit’s more played than the usage of Urkel lines/
Plus the truth is you’re search to find, why you’re number one rated is,
you've revealed the fact, that you’re number one rated for taking dicks/
From Native, shit, that’s why I’m even coming sword-less to battle,
Step...? I’ll smack you so hard the impact will orphan your shadow/
Cause though I’m scorching with arrows, to show I’m fatal in sessions,
you couldn’t “rock the circle,” robbing Angels’ Halos from Heaven/
Since Native’s making your rep, What? you claim I’m afraid of you?
just cause you’ve been online rhyming with the same shit since ‘82?/
Fake bitch, I’m slaying you, since it’s wackness when Aloe’s rapping,
plus Def must have some secret beef with you, he made this battle happen/

Aliases: Beretta

2013 Swag&Flow

Manhattan

There's no seeing the God...

I'm like a lone, feasting piranha when a boat sinks into water Lettin' throats bleed as I slaughter your whole team in the fog like a Prometheus monster.
Emperor of Egypt with the severed heads of kings, needle full of heroin and ether... Pharaoh with the wings of a seraphim, burried underneath the Pyramids of Giza Get split to the dark meat 'til you're missin' a heartbeat when bit by this shark's teeth I'll pick you apart, geek
Then I'm sippin' Bacardi in the Ferrari with piff in a jar and the Swisher cigar that's hid in the car seat. My bitch keeps a razor stashed inside her make-up bag and looks like Stacey Dash when she shakes her ass in a grey and black Raiders hat Get hypnotized by her lip gloss and the pink bra strap she's in... Feel the rush of cocaine up in your veins, 'cause I even got her fuckin' with Yay like Kim Kardashian The Iceman grippin' a Mr. Freeze, you bitches can kiss the ring Blitz you like a blizzard or winter breeze with a Richard Kuklinkski steez The fearless Lord with Gears of War, I'm fierce as Thor with them gats Prepare the coroner... Then pierce your core with a pair of swords sharp as the spears in Scorpion's hands Master Chief with a scope on the plasma beam And loadin' a magazine in a cloak with the dagger-piece I stole from Assassin's Creed A masked sniper when slugs transpire, my jaw's cast iron and brass-wired shut The story you hear around campfires... I was baptized in a tub full of Vampire blood Give you a Deathblow like the Deftones, in retro Jordans Ectomorph with a custom Tec gripped; get Your Fuckin' Head Split like a Necro chorus... Ayo, I think I've lost my mind - Chris Benoit in the dark with ninja stars and knives Your wife pregnant with twins, I'll make sure that bitch is sodomized... Start shootin' shit up like them kids from Columbine and go down for committing a triple homicide Wield scimitars the size of the Minotaur, the Mossberg causes constant carnage... But I only hear music when that shotgun's sparkin' like Alex in Clockwork Orange Break bones and smash 'em to a Beethoven classic Get your frame blown to ashes when my flame-thrower's blastin' The waviest spittin', with a razor blade hidded in a Patriots fitted Shankin' you with it, prayin' with witches while covered in your blood like a Pagan tradition Crazed and sadistic Satanist sinnin', I can change an Athiest's ways in an instant... Put a gauge to their ribs that'll make 'em religious and have 'em praisin' an image like ancient Egyptians Or I can destroy the faith of a Christian, same shotgun, have 'em taped in their kitchen... Tell 'em, "let's see if God saves you", wait... then blow their brains on the dishes Have body parts and organs missin' like Dahmer, it's contortionistic I'm haunted by the tortured infants slaughtered by abortion clinics Keep calm because a storm has risen, the gods were born and formed a vision So I'm throwin' tomahawks with pure precision to conquer wars in forty mintues ... And ya'll ain't got the guts to challenge me I'm ridin' with enough choppers to rival the whole Sons Of Anarchy Let the crows pick at your carcass after chrome triggers are claw-gripped Skull split, then thrown into a coffin 'cause I shoot 'til your soul lifts and Olympus Has Fallen The GOAT Christopher Wallace, brandishin' swords and hammer of Thor Got a passion for war; shatter your corpse when it's slammed through the floor... Randy Couture September 6th, a savage was born Leave your mandible torn 'cause I'm a fuckin' BEAST in the scene... animal porn

vs Chyeahh

Ayo, I should be facin the hardest life imprisonment.. not a single thought inside my awful mind is innocent
Mail a video tape of me splittin ya frame, now ya daughter's eyes're witnessin the horrifyin incident - Gerard Butler in Law Abiding Citizen
Keep a rifle w/ extra bullets when I ride in a rented Buick, a sniper w/ weapons shootin
I'm 'bout to make a video of me stickin knives thru the flesh of students, post it on YouTube & title it 'Retribution'
Go Elliot Rodger & empty the Glock, my weaponry's bonkers
Got 70 choppers layin next to the Mossbergs & every revolver comes w/ a set of kitanas
But forget about palmin a 'matic, these thoughts that I'm havin'll blow you off of the map along w/ ya ratchet
Study the law of attraction & rearrange all of ya atoms usin quantum mechanics, I'm Dr. Manhattan
Still I walk w/ a cannon.. double pump; bundled up, it's a cold winter
Blade gripped, you catch a face lift then get thrown in a grave quick; that's Joan Rivers
Sick to the core skinnin ya corpse, witness the gore
Get viciously torn when I hit you w/ force like winds from the twisters that roared in Into the Storm & rip ya physical form
In my city there's bad blood, so I'm grippin a black snub.. blow ya brains out while you sit in the bath tub
You don't live what you rap, I'm aimin at ya whip if you act up...
They won't know if somebody emptied a clip on ya van or if it got hit by a Mack Truck
I'm God & Satan combined, gone insane w/ a rifle.. constant pain in my life, a monster made for survival
Fuck referencin Johnny Cage, my bars belong in the HoF w/ ya idol's... slaughter Neigh' in the finals & walk away w/ the