[Lindel]

I wake up at night to strike with claws and teeth showing
Haunt your dreams while you sleep as a wolf in sheep’s clothing
A God that’s demented, the scent of the dead is how my body’s presented
Gargling venom mixed with flames and spitting it hot on a reverend
I’m Shot and resented by angels with arrows off on a vengeance
Till I rip them limb from limb, dip them in lava pots and behead em’
Mind’s awfully inventive with meals and I heard virgin’s the nicest
Get girls that’s the ripest and eat their “pussy out” with some Herbs N some spices
Causing numerous crisis since King Cyrus with no nuclear devices
Think Back to Europe infecting people with my bubonic iris
Blood’s streaming with ices and viruses but never die from a sickness
So I’m slicing more victims while hearing unpleasant cries from a witness
As Time’s always ticking I’ll forever rein terror ~never cease to exist
A beast in the mist making you a delicious feast with my teeth in your wrist
Fuck the Peace and the Bliss I’m ripping them to pieces, fuck God’s Visions
I’m darkening the world with my shadow till everyone's lost in it

vs.

My fangs lacerate vital organs, squirting up blood like sharpened katanas
Taking pleasure licking flesh residue off my teeth in scarlet nirvanas
I blind you, searing your eyes out under arsenic waters-
with starving piranhas, giant gators and blood-gargling iguanas
Fiending soakin' in sulphuric acid baths~ soul-empowered with magma rain
Indulgence renders my gastric tract~ full-devouring gamma rays
My hunger shrieks for tigers, leopards, two lions and ten panthers
Werewolves that smell're repelled 'cause I carry the flu virus with six cancers
Chew lycans and spit rancor, infectin' with rapid evolving diseases
Wretchéd as hazardous solvents released within breath & this dragon's concomitant sneezes
Spreadin' his pathogen, oxygen ceases~ a venom-ingesting devil with horns
Who vomits up liquidous gastrics and pieces of victims in fleshless skeleton form
A seraphim's born when I swallow a feather then breathe out- dragon's breath
Basilisks form from the blood tricklin' down as my teeth gouge- Baptist necks
Still haven't built your wings~ heedless, this federation's flown higher
iLL Dragons built for kings~ breed in which respiration hones fire

AND..

I'm reigning with a thrust, i have the fire in my heart, spitting propane at your lust
in vain you will be dust..i have 'yo yo on my string theory' so when he raps..he'll spontaneously combust
my morality exceed your grounds, here's a quick listen to death..i'll bury you in the seeping sounds
my sinister grin awoke your creeping frown, you're slow as hell..while I'm a speed demon..I'm light years ahead of the speed of sound
my shroud will take out this boy's glory, i have a angel's harp, while your voice bores me
I'm like a conniving blacksmith, I'll destroy more keys, my pistols will shock you; i have a 'buzz kill' for your toy story
i leave a permanent scar, i stab sharpies; you'll hear silent screams like mad harpies
my katana will leave you with a sad marking; i'm a spanish hitler, my 'one man army swiss army knife' will kill your rap army
I'm hope in galore; with my death threats and jack gestures; i provoke with remorse
i'll put my nose to your corpse, I'm as deadly as the tekken fighter, when Yoshimitsu (Yo she Met Su') the bitch was met with the throat of a sword
I'm rhyming prudent, rhyming nuisance, I'll destroy this fruit with lightning prudence
you can't see me, my iris lucid, I'll off this 'old whig' with twin pistols like defying the laws of physics and killing Isaac Newton
I'm a killer like ted bundy, i have sodom and gommorah for this butt buddy
you're not a real mc, this dud's ugly, you're just a 'substitute for crash' like a stunt dummy
I'm ready, looky; I kill vets like a black cat when i'm set as rookie
i have deadly hooks, sea, you're just 'aye,yo' while I'm 'Master Yoshi' (Master Yo She) like the king of getting pussy..
I'll turn this crooked thief to confetti; I'm in your dreams as nightmares' looking as a freedy
i'll get pussy when I'm ready, you couldn't get 'pussy in your dreams' i'm a 'seer with a spirit finger' like Yusuke Uremeshi..
I'm the spanish hitler..i broke jews with manic thrawls, yet I'm a christian, quote jew in havoc war
zone groups in lavish score, you're out of your element, in my battlefield..i'll 'kill this green alien' like goku in dragonball..

vs.

resurrect ur moral code to horrid scopes until ur focus cannot abound
as i carve a cove.............................now see how stupid u sound?
i'm confused as hell, u posted a bunch of random shit from the alpha-bet
so i beta throw the book at this guy cuz that bullshit i doubt gets read
who the hell is u, a weird nigga who calls himself a baby ass fox
nigga, that spit was dribble, looks like your parents gave u rabies n pox
no ammo nigga, we'll send goons to end ya journey, the path u on is stale
cuz ur slugs get a-salted repeatedly, we been sent death on ur trail
no way u beat'n me, damn, ur self-awareness has absolutely no hope
clearly u on a lot of shit, nigga, and u still don't know how to get dope
talk'n bout magic n swords n shit, so u gonna send our souls to hell, huh?
i don't doubt it, since ur verse looks like a spell from the Legend of Zelda
but i feel bad for u, u seem to act like a ho in every forum, that's tough
in Open Mic u suck, and in the Front Lines and LLL, nigga, ur fuk'd
dude, ur concepts seem hammered, please find another trade... like tomorrow
line construction so shakey, each week u literally drop another level
me and u in the same sentence? oh hell no, i took feedback from peers
but all this feedback u got, and still u stayed consistently wack for years?
no doubt ur mental is lame, i'm not sure u'll ever elevate in this game
u got no Clue, niggas murder u, we candle stick a wrench in your brain

AND..

LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE

[New Jessica Alba Sig / Jessica Alba / J.Alba Quick Thing]

Oh, the poor Gal Was Great Til Ye 'Shopped Away!! Stop- don't push Out A Tape & Collage Ya Name!!..
'cause Rapping Lame as your Graphics K? either way you won't drop an "Alba Making 'em Want To Bang"!!

[Nas Sig / Quick Biggie Smalls Signature]

Hey!

Jim Glockz Is Pretty Clean!! study his GFX before Pics Crop n' Sigs Drop which Diss Nas & Biggie Please!!
If Not? we'll see Ribs Popped With Sini's Teeth "tearing Kar' heart apart" like Rick Ross In Skinny Jeans!!-

'til we see "Car'cass & bone", like he Decided To Lose His Virginity!! ALAS. Vagina Refuses Him Instantly!!
such a Bitch- If We ask K Why you ain't in pussy? he'll reply, "False" while Applying A Lubricant Literally!!

Due to "irrelevant set-ups + schemes": any K Flip Or Punch Is A Downer & Clips're Bust At Him Outward!!
I'm gassin on Kar 'cause a Shell Gets 'Em Pumped- as the man decides to "Fill Err Up Within Counters"!!

[Filler Up With Encounters]

Arteries Stop As Fangs Sink In K Deep- 'til this "fruit Kar Been Ate" like Sparkling Squash & Grape Drinks!!
Start Wiki On This Page Link & They've Seen- the only Place We, can find that Kar Niggie's Topping J.P!!

Bye

Veteran? please...

They say you're the "foulest-known",*pfttt* well then I'm Al-Capone coming to bring "down-the-tone" like when a movie at the cinema-starts-pace.
Like...Why you mentioned-at-top-rate? You tired-old-man I started your retirement-plans, cuz only time "Tony goes out with a bang" is at the ending-of-Scareface!


Give it up...

You washed-up-lame, I'll toss-this-brain-dead-ape and send em ashamed-in-space for trying to throw hooks-in-guerilla-mode!
Forreal,
crook-thinks-he's-"hella-dope", like his bars-snatches-our-pride-but if "Mars-catches-our-eye", then we're looking-through-telescopes!

You ain't strong...

Before the tourney you worked that light-weight-Jim(gym) were your lines-great-then? Nah, "Mars Bars" were about as heavy as the chocolate school-kids-do hustle!
I guess your no machine! that can't bruise-me-or-tustle! So I won't be clapping-this-boy-with-the-chrome-popping, cuz my rhymes be packing-steroids-to-have-"TONE-BODIED"...without me moving-a-muscle!

yeah you light...


and you aint no murderer..

The chrome-piece-your-policy like this poser-is-slaughtering? Nah,we saw how he "ducked killing" like a christian known-for-theology!
So atleast be showing-some-modesty, you foe-busting-wannabe-, cuz only time " Mars be at war" is in Roman-Mythology!


You won't go past text cuz



You're an overrated-fucker-with-all-your-stupid bars, burn-dirt-wipe, try to "earn-your-stripes", but Frosted Flakes is the only time " Tony-on-a-Cover",-you-don't -do shit hard!
So I'm popping-the-chopper and dropping-your-posture-cuz-you-could-wish- on-a -"shooting star"-to-be-"rocking-a-concert", -you-still-wouldnt-be-no-Bruno, Mars!

AND..

bomb ghosts with a cloud, i got matics that'll shot guns in your mouth
you're a insect, a bug infiltration; you're a cockroach in your house
i slaughter fakes mantles, a latter day saint with canvas paint handle
i got biblical text, while if infiltrate with tainted text; we're talking richard nixon in the watergate scandal
sonny i'm whimsical, i got a blade that is running your wimpy ghost
i have you like your avatar in suspension, you have no money; bitch please - my money's invisible
kill yourself, rope the thin layer, cope die than wind breaker
i pencil bars, that'll leave you with a mental scar - and my blade's battousai the man slayer
i'm popping with Iscariot, popping merits, stopping you with blaring kid
i'll grab scimitars, and put traits on a scan like doctors with your parents bitch
i'm elite with all my bars, i'm your mother, your a weak seed in a spar
im hungry in war, that'll put you to a full stop like eating in the car
this is genocide with blaring wits, i have vivid rhymes iscariot
my mental plane caused 911, while u couldn't be the bomb as a suicidal terrorist
seconds part your drool, weapons speckoned and the tech will spark in duels
smith and wessin essence dark as rule, a billion blades to your face that's a mexican weapon aresenal
i blaze guns in seconds kid sport, weapons spekt a smith n wesson n seconds thin ports
i have fire matics, and i'll blaze my blade and put your soul under hell like the devils pitchfork
your a cashier, weapons blast, my man is in the store with weapons man
but that's a lure, because you'll run outside and i'll have u killed in seconds as a second man
i go berzerk with shells, verse compels when i burst and welt
i got a tongue that loves flames, ill put ur soul on ice with hell's flame; ur essence is going to a place worse than hell

Puttin me in your Top 5 was cute, but I'm gettin them shells out.. ya destined for Hell now
Caught an upset last round.. guess ya battle with 'Hattan ain't the only thing to end with a Meltdown
But fuck who gets louder or sways more, I'll leave you on the ground with ya face torn
If you're considered a threat in text, you're just hopin Lama redirects ya browser to gay porn
I'm throwin vicious strikes like Kimbo Slice.. even The Bears spanked 'em for gettin hype
Faggot, the red bottoms they gave ya'll made Christian Louboutins look like British Knights
& I'm swingin 'til my knuckles get torn..
When I pull out the blade, you're gonna Daisho.. so losing to me'll be a double-edged sword
Claimin you smoke heavy? Ya hittin on schwag.. I got them Swishers & Brad Piff
Son, if you got near a Bolognese.. your meat'd get cooked quicker than THAT shit
The swagger's real, the goons I run with're blastin steel 'til ya casket's sealed
Fuck gettin hung out to dry.. they'd just let you spin-cycle out the 'hood like the Bat Mobile
I'll turn this shit into an arms race, on some Scarface shit.. morph ya brain into a parfait twist
They knew I'd be a Sho. Stopper.. so it's ironic, we'll just watch your Heartbreak Kid
My bar game's sick.. for a title? You couldn't match what I write in Fight Nights
Kami's your butt-buddy.. this Crab Rangoon so bad, ya foreplay should come with a side of fried rice
Oh, you're a Plane? I gave ya slut the pipe heavy & jetted
Funny, that black box never fully recovered like Flight 77
I'll ghost ya bad tendencies, watch Sho. collapse when ya bones get snapped temptin me
One shot'll leave this Jason Kidd on the bench longer than that lower back injury
While ya'll faggots're sharin concepts, I'm in the bedroom tearin condoms with ya mom..
Pussy, if your outlook got any cornea.. you might win a starin contest with Beyond
Go 'head & bring up the 'roids.. I'd rather get bitch-tits than EVER BB with you
This curb-stomp'll have you Concrete Goblin so hard, Eddie'll probly ask you to join his crew
'Bor's godly.. ya form's sloppy, droppin port-a-potty ass
The predictions didn't lie.. they knew on paper, Planes'll get folded faster than Origami class

AND..

Neighbor

U barely edged our last battle, but I'm spittin to maul you.
'Cause voters had a nervous breakdown... like you goin through liquor withdrawals.
Plus, Orc is a troll. How the fuck's Gollum gon' pass Neigh?
Stealin ppl's concepts, you're the type of bad Flipper that gives dolphins a bad name.
My shots'll tear through u like a metal fork, I'm deadin Orc.
My dick had your girl's pussy goin ham. Ironic, 'cause her clit looks like shredded pork.
Get turned to a rape victim, and murdered when Neigh's spittin.
I won't do any Burd flips. But if this shit's a toss up, I'll treat ya verse like a clay pigeon.
We all know ur a closet fag, claimin u'll let go Tecs with the grip.
... 'Cause if ya iron bangs, you're just gettin ready for the club like a metrosexual bitch.

Chrome --

Napalm with the pen? Chase balls with the win(D); you're gay ass fuck!
Don't chase your luck! You're after this hair/heir like DAFFY DUCK!
I trust you and i bring you luck! Yet the pen gashes and splashes
I'm a rabbi*T) with tactics; tac sticks*TICS) your casket to ashes!
I'm a mountain of rhymes; the tactical throw to your back!
tombstone hack! I killed the obelisk you had with slifer the sky dragon!
I'm the amusement of rhymes; choosing the lines; i got tactics
snot/rachet hoe with bomb spastic? that's me; I'm SADISTIK;.. you're a lost antic//
i matched you 10 lines; 10 cocaine lines straight off the dome!
Just because you enter org(OGRE) on the URL( doesn't mean you're coming home!