West Round 1: 7. Note vs 10. Sinistah

trap. · 02-02-2013, 05:54 PM

*note:

Siinistah…
Throws tantrums with curses having a bitter fit
At least your verse says u put the ILL in illiterate
Your shit skill? This Herb’ll make Sham Poo his verse is evidence
While I’ll take your tourney run and make it S-Ends
This kid pretends he’s a ghetto player, but this coward…
Is a suburban virgin, he’s always on the out-skirts
You’re almost like me, we’ll call you dairy, but there’s
…march-in our battle because I’m imperial to butter
Destroy this man, ripping your heart in 2, I win assumingly
A loyal fan and disciplined gardener too, always rooting for me
Fall short like your nudity, rape this man…not good with jokes
all your battles became exams, you always study from Note’s
Think I’m anal? From my replies or what’s been stated?
Maybe I am, there’s no right or wrong, my personality is how you take it
Pipes in guts like a bong, text reins your dome tissue
Once you’re gone a sex change won’t Miss You
Tougher jabs through your heart with a bible, in this art I’m a rival
Thought you had the upper hand, but the glove doesn’t fit like O.J.’s trial
Your life is not what I’m worried about in this round Tah…
I’ll take NE safety out; I’ll even lay down the law
Only time you balling is when I pinch this dyke
I’ll have this Gangster Mourning on the Web, when I shoot this Crip-Tonight
Cut from your groin to where your knees is, I’ll poison your fetus
A good text battler, well that’s all you’ll ever B, S
Spiked your head from my cleats and kid I’m a rigid wrecker
Round 2 for you? You got less common sense then a vintage collector
Times running, find something to throw, because my rhyme’s punching
They’ll put you in back spasms, until…your spines jumping
I’m cunning, and your cards are pulled, time to fold
Because when I’m raping your Maine Line I’ll be fucking your sole
I’m up with the gold, no kindness, my heart don’t flinch or shiver
I’ll put a shell to your back leave you spineless and watch you sliver
Give you a crippled spine, beat this dimple’s rhyme
A easy battle, I guess that was your Aim though, because it was simple, sime

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

SIINISTAH:

my arsonist mentality challenged me to burn*note('s) like banks burning
ranked 10th or 30,da outcome's still this nerds text left on a cold gurney
u absurdly urged me to hurt thee 'n tear this note like annoyed teachers
siin reaper takes *note of the obvious, u suck,'n u think i wont beat ya?
why would you entice me to violently alter ya fragile minds anatomy?
i will tradically fuk up ya speech like the crazy geek in police academy
wait and see how passively *notes approach to rattle me is sad to see
witness da raw gasp in awe frantically,u challengin me i take as flattery
fuk ya mentality,y face SIIN knowin im grim?chances slim for survival
who else got scriptures like steven kings athiest version of da holy bible?
im ya itle'n ill fuck up ya thought process till ya mind becomes nauseous
u vomitin ideas'n portions jus leave enuff sence to proceed wit caution
get sold in a auction,as da 1st child to survive 10 attempts of self abortions
not so lucky now,i'll mail out da battle results taped to da top of ya coffin
*note, your just a joke and i dont need to peep ya text to have the proof
ya scripts couldnt "hang" with mine if you dangled ya rhymes tied in a noose
u gettin accepted was a fluke,'n yor most blazin text is friged when compared
next to me,u seem scared, cuz i impaired ya confidence'n replaced it wit fear
its March Madness, yeah, but from Jan to december ill scortch you all year
i think u signed up for March Man-less,cuz i got a bitch try'n to compete here
my mission defeat queers'n leave em gaspin for air,bare,while lickin da tears
your end is near, but not till i make u cringe in pain till ya blood smears
yor chances to beat me is as big as da symbol before ya lame ass name,
i'll skin ya body for play'n frame it initial my name and hang it wit ya veins
im thru,its evident ya watered down lines cant dilute my bars all venemous
this *note jus got burned like criminals destroying incriminating evidence

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Final:
*note (19) - Siinistah (2)

02-02-2013, 05:54 PM	#1
trap. Senior Citizen Join Date: Aug 1997 Posts: 3,870 Battle Record: 4-3 Rep Power: 0	West Round 1: 7. Note vs 10. Sinistah note: Siinistah… Throws tantrums with curses having a bitter fit At least your verse says u put the ILL in illiterate Your shit skill? This Herb’ll make Sham Poo his verse is evidence While I’ll take your tourney run and make it S-Ends This kid pretends he’s a ghetto player, but this coward… Is a suburban virgin, he’s always on the out-skirts You’re almost like me, we’ll call you dairy, but there’s …march-in our battle because I’m imperial to butter Destroy this man, ripping your heart in 2, I win assumingly A loyal fan and disciplined gardener too, always rooting for me Fall short like your nudity, rape this man…not good with jokes all your battles became exams, you always study from Note’s Think I’m anal? From my replies or what’s been stated? Maybe I am, there’s no right or wrong, my personality is how you take it Pipes in guts like a bong, text reins your dome tissue Once you’re gone a sex change won’t Miss You Tougher jabs through your heart with a bible, in this art I’m a rival Thought you had the upper hand, but the glove doesn’t fit like O.J.’s trial Your life is not what I’m worried about in this round Tah… I’ll take NE safety out; I’ll even lay down the law Only time you balling is when I pinch this dyke I’ll have this Gangster Mourning on the Web, when I shoot this Crip-Tonight Cut from your groin to where your knees is, I’ll poison your fetus A good text battler, well that’s all you’ll ever B, S Spiked your head from my cleats and kid I’m a rigid wrecker Round 2 for you? You got less common sense then a vintage collector Times running, find something to throw, because my rhyme’s punching They’ll put you in back spasms, until…your spines jumping I’m cunning, and your cards are pulled, time to fold Because when I’m raping your Maine Line I’ll be fucking your sole I’m up with the gold, no kindness, my heart don’t flinch or shiver I’ll put a shell to your back leave you spineless and watch you sliver Give you a crippled spine, beat this dimple’s rhyme A easy battle, I guess that was your Aim though, because it was simple, sime -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- SIINISTAH: my arsonist mentality challenged me to burnnote('s) like banks burning ranked 10th or 30,da outcome's still this nerds text left on a cold gurney u absurdly urged me to hurt thee 'n tear this note like annoyed teachers siin reaper takes note of the obvious, u suck,'n u think i wont beat ya? why would you entice me to violently alter ya fragile minds anatomy? i will tradically fuk up ya speech like the crazy geek in police academy wait and see how passively notes approach to rattle me is sad to see witness da raw gasp in awe frantically,u challengin me i take as flattery fuk ya mentality,y face SIIN knowin im grim?chances slim for survival who else got scriptures like steven kings athiest version of da holy bible? im ya itle'n ill fuck up ya thought process till ya mind becomes nauseous u vomitin ideas'n portions jus leave enuff sence to proceed wit caution get sold in a auction,as da 1st child to survive 10 attempts of self abortions not so lucky now,i'll mail out da battle results taped to da top of ya coffin note, your just a joke and i dont need to peep ya text to have the proof ya scripts couldnt "hang" with mine if you dangled ya rhymes tied in a noose u gettin accepted was a fluke,'n yor most blazin text is friged when compared next to me,u seem scared, cuz i impaired ya confidence'n replaced it wit fear its March Madness, yeah, but from Jan to december ill scortch you all year i think u signed up for March Man-less,cuz i got a bitch try'n to compete here my mission defeat queers'n leave em gaspin for air,bare,while lickin da tears your end is near, but not till i make u cringe in pain till ya blood smears yor chances to beat me is as big as da symbol before ya lame ass name, i'll skin ya body for play'n frame it initial my name and hang it wit ya veins im thru,its evident ya watered down lines cant dilute my bars all venemous this note jus got burned like criminals destroying incriminating evidence -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Final: *note (19) - Siinistah (2)