YETI VS SINI VS REVO VS PEN*PING PONG

[Lindel]

I'm rhyming lavishly..justice demands tax..I'm rhyming casually
I'm rhyming magically..lines of magic glee..if 'Bos fucks me over'.. it's his final fantasy..
I'm sin with words..I'm Zion..bitch hit the curb
I diminish curse, whipped with slurs..forget 'taking this average joe to school'..I'm taking him to work..(I'LL GIVE YOU THIS WORK! LOL)
I'm a essence play; coalescent roaming peasant omnipresent souls of message slay
Show the enders game...I'll hit 'Bos with a spinning kick'...like Jin at the end of Tekken Game...(KO!)
Devour your essence...I'm Zion...a mountain of weapons...fountain of heaven
I have the power of message...and I'll 'pile drive you from the towers of 911'...

Finish HIM...

Defeat kids with elite wit'...serene whim..and serene mystic sin..
you're so poor..if you were the rat in ratatouille...you'd eat shit...

JUST KIDDING ABOUT THE LAST FINISH HIM!!

NOW! FINISH HIM!!

I'm flowing well... flow compels the oceans shell..
you're such a wack heathen...if you'd devoured the '11th plague of egypt'..you'd go to hell..

FROM ZION!!

GOOD LUCK NOOB!! LOL!!

Right hand make his mouth leak, he’ll be lying if he’s not opposed to weak
The way I’ll leave his life in Jeopardy, they won’t give a fuck about James Holzhauers win streak
Think before you speak, those soft words are no fucking threat
Beat your ass snatch your Juls or I can bring you smoke equivalent to 20 cigarettes
His Chick tells me behind those ears are wet, during sex he fucks the wrong hole
Now whenever she leaves your balls blue jacket, while I shoot in her quick like a Columbus playoff goal
5 losses taking a toll on you, been told ya those forced multis are disappointing
Lines are such a fucking drag, we rather watch you die from illegal street racing
Pacing back n forth for a dub, called me scrub even whack at personal stabs
Zodiac signs are just a Cancer I’m just hoping one day he catches Crabs
I can follow from a jab to knock you out, or just shoot until I see the blood poor
Deadly weapons are my character you’re gonna be fucking asking what the Toy Story 4

When it comes to microphones? I slay ploy dummys! I'm making a mockery of you guys! Ain't boy funny!
I'll grab the tech, taste noise, dunnys! The 'magazine will make you strip' have you dogs looking like playboy bunnys!
I strike like thunder, but you guys don't roll with flare! I'm a wizard with a magic wand that'll send your souls to air!
My soul is rare, and like soccer my goal will snare! Ya'll dummys, ya'll couldn't have 'a bright future' if I hit you with a solar flare!
In duels of penmanship? My sword will take lives! I'm scorching with flames, my accord will flame guys!
The force of this sword will rain knives! I'll 'hit Joe with a Cobra strike' like Storm Shadow in war with snake eyes!
My flow is like oceans, I rock with seas marking! Ya'll couldn't 'sell dope' with a dock and plea bargin!
My slang will rock your weak jargon! This mexican don't respect Joe, I'll 'piss brown liquid on Boston' like the Boston Tea Party!
In this duel, this is a clash of stars! But I'm turning you 'pale men blue' like the movie avatar!
Your drive to succeed will make you crash your car! Skurj has the most 'ReTaRDed NaMe I've ever seen' to match his bars!
I'm a dragon that consumes flames! I'm Sinning, and this is world domination; this is doomsday!
My punches will leave you with a blue face! I'm giving it to 'you straight' ya'll are so crooked; ya'll came out the womb gay!

BARS!

Don't get it don't vote!

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Their bitches left them for this good dick under the sheets Joe get it done
I love fucking both their Ex Skurj sin had them both legs up in the back of one
Y’all create these shitty bars and think it’s fun, these trash battlers Joe envy
They always throw punches and Neverland, I vision both not lasting long like the MJ Documentary
These fags defense be call the cops if they see Joe appear
I’ll set fire to their kicks, you’d think it was the new Game Of Thrones Adidas wear
This here ain’t Beverly Hills no fucking acting when Joe Pack something heavy
Y’all gonna recognize a real Donna burial plot will be made especially for y’all next to Luke Perry
I’ll pop their virgin sisters cherries, get them pregnant even let the squad sample
We all will play that good father role, send the kids through school like the Loughlin and Huffman scandal
Y’all fags scramble when shots ring out, to the block y’all a big insult
My goons come having the barrels “Burning For You” you’d think we were the Blue Oyster Cult

I'm with your girl..I sever dykes..clever assassin with clever strikes..
I have better rhymes..you're girls pussy is joe's crab shack..I eat her out every night at 5..
I'm a piston with flames..missiles in range..blistering pain..
whimsical game..I'm destroying bos..like Mario..at the end of a Mario video game..
I'm better with the metal..a pitchfork that is..severing gepetto
I have the letters of a dead ghost..you think you're 'hot as hell' but I'm as clever as a devil..
the way you're on this site..you need a crew cut..from two sluts..
you're a crude hut..what's with the Boston marathon everyone..it's like when this faggot blew up..
I have duel wrecks..fools checked with two jets..
you'll lose..bet..this animal'll give Joe grr's (jokers) AND I'M PLAYING WITH A FULL DECK..
I attack crackers..attack backwards..rap snappers..
you're a wack rapper..only time you're fat Joe (phat Joe) is listening to that wack rapper..

Your chicks snatch is raunchy af, but you have a desire for her taste
Feet smelly but you’ll lick the UpperCrust between her toes cuz it reminds you of your favorite pizza place
No base in that voice pussy, on RB you talk like you’re the real
Come to Boston see you surrounded by shooters like Parish Bird n Mchale
Leave a blood trail behind bullets crashing into everything like blind leading the blind
Impact will take your shoes shirt n socks off I’m putting a new meaning to relax n unwind
Youre kind to your neighbor while Joe dispose bodies just for the manual labor
Once shells hit n they see Dereck Carr you drove off in gonna look like I hate every fan of an Oakland Raider
You’ll end up front page of your local paper could give a fuck if youre one they remember
Once you’re inbox I’m hoping everyone ignores you like notification from unknown sender
Don’t venture into unknown areas the time of his last days living will be done
Fag doesn’t know me from a hole in the wall but I won’t hesitate to physically throw him through one

YETI VS SINI~

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

~ REVO VS PEN