Midwest Round 2: 1. Adonis vs 9. Mr. Sinister

trap. · 02-02-2013, 06:14 PM

Adonis:

I stalk wishing wells…ignore quarters, nickels all of the time
But I’ll rip your head off at the drop of a dime…..
one punch, you're done frontin
Cuz youre slow to put up your dukes like bitter duchesses with bum husbands
I numb functions, we’ll be sharing a limp
The cat breakin ya legs is the basis of American Pimp
When it comes to ciphers, you know Im soundin tighter
You get on, I try to keep a straight face, like mountain climbers
You want to be my friend, heres ya place in the votes
You’re finally down to me…just not in the way that you hoped
Youre worse than my low, that aint helping ya fate
So, mind ya manors, like butlers in wealthy estates
How ya gonna try to hurt ME in rd 2?
Snoop’s uncle Junebugg could dance circles around you
And, if ya see me, don’t even come close to me, man
Keep a wider berth than samoan fallopians can
Ya say ya on a roll?…ya fat fuck, I don’t buy it
I bet youre on a T-Bone steak that would choke Andre the Giant
And if I ever rushed you, wish for Hades
You’d get snatched from your crib quicker than the Lindbergh baby
Im the arch itect of your demise, depressing the side
Of your mental properties with wrecking balls of incredible size
Youre attempting to fly through my bracket, that’s not the way to pass
Even Hell’s a safer path, try an elevator shaft
You got high hopes now, but once you mark my talent
Youll lose the inititative quicker than Green party ballots
You were bound to fall, cant fight the bright curse
Youre a character…the one with no lines who dies first
Beat me, kill the ego…but I got a thunderous pride
That you cant altar, like Julia Roberts in runaway bride
And as far as skill arguin
I could say im god, and still sell myself Short like Jiminy Glick marketin
I amaze the crowd, while you quake to your bowels
Cuz I got you, and didn’t have to pay for the vowel
Im hittin paydirt, ya flow is all sad
A bigger helmet than the one that cat from spaceballs had
Speakin of how ya big headed…ego with fatty tissues
Christmas shoppers are already searchin for hats that fit you
It’s a damn shame…but, ya campaign
Tried to bridge the skill gap and had to pay a toll without exact change

*that’s two*

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Mr. Sinister:

I been bruising, and you're bout to get slained by the next hatchet
Cuz the only Sin losing, got knocked out of the west bracket
Wit the best racket leave ya sail to the top stuck than sinkin
Cuz the only thing you winning is the fuckin predictions
Despite what you mention, my fists'll knock holes in ya features
While i'm always above your team, sittin solo on the bleachers
Sin'll juss finish enjoying the sweet sounds of howling
You're washed up,gonna catch a cold for throwin the towel in
With a foul grin i've sheltered a raid, you'll get belted wit blades
Dark midnight, from ya shadow we see ur eyes swell through ya shades
Corpse juss decays after I leave your bones wrecked and well..
Last round you beat 'J.K.' so it's natural next you get the L
You vexed as hell, juss pray on phones cuz i pound knees
Don't mind you being the 1st seed, cuz i'm getting a'round three
Come to get me, you'll crumble you see be humble and flee
You're familiar to losing, name's UPN dunno what the 'W.B.'
In trouble for free, but this time the consequence will be tender
Cuz I gave Adonis the cold shoulder and he offered his sweater
Thoughts'll get severed and there's more i'm storing in war
You'll have a underground life, when ya dna's pouring thru floors
fall in the core of Earth, left blazed and you can't rinse heat
I'ma chef seasoning beef wit certs, leaving him with minced meat
With'a force that'll make ya highlight smokey, must of found smog
Got Adonis scared to show his head like uncircumcised groundhogs
While I pound bods exposing the audience to ya played ways
Homo tendencies, he's bitch made like house niggaz in slave days
Juss save praise, country ass cat that greets chicks wit 'howdy'
Thas why ya neva get laid like tourists opposed to Maui
I dunno how he expects to win when he's a fag without saying
To exchange blows I punched him, he acted like he was praying
On his knees waiting but you'll get uppercutted easily
Named yaself 'Eye-axe' as a simple excuse for not seeing me
Flee the scene or get split between ya spleen when i spark ya soul
Crack your armor like pirates lookin for the tinman's heart of gold
My fist carry toxins so you're easily droppin when we boxin
Against Sin it's hell, so I'll let life or death be an option
forever poppin ya collar bone, tellin families I send my regards
Adonis'll get charged worse than Visa making electron cards
Ahead by yards, on this battlefield you know i'ma win this
End up on top? how you gonna do that when i mounted Olympus

Predictions don't win battles Skills win battles.....

Hybrid Angels

Equal Writes

...Essex....

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Final:
Adonis (18) - Mr. Sinister (1) - Tie (1)

02-02-2013, 06:14 PM	#1
trap. Senior Citizen Join Date: Aug 1997 Posts: 3,870 Battle Record: 4-3 Rep Power: 0	Midwest Round 2: 1. Adonis vs 9. Mr. Sinister Adonis: I stalk wishing wells…ignore quarters, nickels all of the time But I’ll rip your head off at the drop of a dime….. one punch, you're done frontin Cuz youre slow to put up your dukes like bitter duchesses with bum husbands I numb functions, we’ll be sharing a limp The cat breakin ya legs is the basis of American Pimp When it comes to ciphers, you know Im soundin tighter You get on, I try to keep a straight face, like mountain climbers You want to be my friend, heres ya place in the votes You’re finally down to me…just not in the way that you hoped Youre worse than my low, that aint helping ya fate So, mind ya manors, like butlers in wealthy estates How ya gonna try to hurt ME in rd 2? Snoop’s uncle Junebugg could dance circles around you And, if ya see me, don’t even come close to me, man Keep a wider berth than samoan fallopians can Ya say ya on a roll?…ya fat fuck, I don’t buy it I bet youre on a T-Bone steak that would choke Andre the Giant And if I ever rushed you, wish for Hades You’d get snatched from your crib quicker than the Lindbergh baby Im the arch itect of your demise, depressing the side Of your mental properties with wrecking balls of incredible size Youre attempting to fly through my bracket, that’s not the way to pass Even Hell’s a safer path, try an elevator shaft You got high hopes now, but once you mark my talent Youll lose the inititative quicker than Green party ballots You were bound to fall, cant fight the bright curse Youre a character…the one with no lines who dies first Beat me, kill the ego…but I got a thunderous pride That you cant altar, like Julia Roberts in runaway bride And as far as skill arguin I could say im god, and still sell myself Short like Jiminy Glick marketin I amaze the crowd, while you quake to your bowels Cuz I got you, and didn’t have to pay for the vowel Im hittin paydirt, ya flow is all sad A bigger helmet than the one that cat from spaceballs had Speakin of how ya big headed…ego with fatty tissues Christmas shoppers are already searchin for hats that fit you It’s a damn shame…but, ya campaign Tried to bridge the skill gap and had to pay a toll without exact change that’s two -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mr. Sinister: I been bruising, and you're bout to get slained by the next hatchet Cuz the only Sin losing, got knocked out of the west bracket Wit the best racket leave ya sail to the top stuck than sinkin Cuz the only thing you winning is the fuckin predictions Despite what you mention, my fists'll knock holes in ya features While i'm always above your team, sittin solo on the bleachers Sin'll juss finish enjoying the sweet sounds of howling You're washed up,gonna catch a cold for throwin the towel in With a foul grin i've sheltered a raid, you'll get belted wit blades Dark midnight, from ya shadow we see ur eyes swell through ya shades Corpse juss decays after I leave your bones wrecked and well.. Last round you beat 'J.K.' so it's natural next you get the L You vexed as hell, juss pray on phones cuz i pound knees Don't mind you being the 1st seed, cuz i'm getting a'round three Come to get me, you'll crumble you see be humble and flee You're familiar to losing, name's UPN dunno what the 'W.B.' In trouble for free, but this time the consequence will be tender Cuz I gave Adonis the cold shoulder and he offered his sweater Thoughts'll get severed and there's more i'm storing in war You'll have a underground life, when ya dna's pouring thru floors fall in the core of Earth, left blazed and you can't rinse heat I'ma chef seasoning beef wit certs, leaving him with minced meat With'a force that'll make ya highlight smokey, must of found smog Got Adonis scared to show his head like uncircumcised groundhogs While I pound bods exposing the audience to ya played ways Homo tendencies, he's bitch made like house niggaz in slave days Juss save praise, country ass cat that greets chicks wit 'howdy' Thas why ya neva get laid like tourists opposed to Maui I dunno how he expects to win when he's a fag without saying To exchange blows I punched him, he acted like he was praying On his knees waiting but you'll get uppercutted easily Named yaself 'Eye-axe' as a simple excuse for not seeing me Flee the scene or get split between ya spleen when i spark ya soul Crack your armor like pirates lookin for the tinman's heart of gold My fist carry toxins so you're easily droppin when we boxin Against Sin it's hell, so I'll let life or death be an option forever poppin ya collar bone, tellin families I send my regards Adonis'll get charged worse than Visa making electron cards Ahead by yards, on this battlefield you know i'ma win this End up on top? how you gonna do that when i mounted Olympus Predictions don't win battles Skills win battles..... Hybrid Angels Equal Writes ...Essex.... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Final: Adonis (18) - Mr. Sinister (1) - Tie (1)