Synickle V.S. LOL
 

no d/r
no crew shyt
no bitin
no beef votes
as many lines as u want

lets get dis poppin my nigga!!!!

checkin in my bust i missed this but im here you still on

yea no doubt

IM SoOo Synickle: You Aint Shit To Me, I'll Slap You With Your Mothers Cylicone Tities, MAke You See Life Un-Real-Isitically...//
My Gats Will Shot To REmold Ya Body Like Jello Kinda Like I Reformed You Physically...//
LOL Hurry da --fucc up-- b-4 i burry your-- loved ones--go to da jurry n its my --thugs son-- at da firing range wonderin where we got such big -guns from-
IM SoOo Synickle: When You See This Killa You Better "JET" Go Fly Away Birdie...//
Dont Talk About Cash You Aint Got No Green So Dont "Test-de-Verde"...//
Slugs i got like a hundred//n it'll leave yah 'puss-ass' n 'cunt-dead'(hunted)-wit bullets like pumpkins//
IM SoOo Synickle: Only time You Seen Sex Is When You Pull Down Ya Pants And Do Some Jerky...//
So Wit Ya Lame Spits Ya Better Quit, Fucc It Ill Freeze This Bird Have Goin "Cold-Turkey"....//
U" thought u's sumfin" cuz yah "forgot your nothing" butta bitchh witta "cunt-ring" n a degree at "cock-munching"//
IM SoOo Synickle: Ya Wanna Talk Heat Ill Burn Down Ya Whole Property...//
And Wit these Double-Sixrs Im Rounding Ya Block Like-Monopoly...//
ya talk while succin the en-tire mile attached ta the back of a drunken Petifile//
IM SoOo Synickle: Ya Figured Ya Wanna Follow Synickles Coat Tails So You Could Try To Be Ill....//
And Then "SEd Hey i Got A RAp Name lol Cause Killa im Only Two Percent Of Your Skill"...//
kid u sumfin pittiful when u got raps dat bad n act so critical//not one rhyme in a syllable--son--i should of cut u off at the umbillical//
IM SoOo Synickle: No Wonder This Homo Aint Got A Crew Guess He Just Aint Worthy...//
Murd-Ah His Stank Puss And Bury His Body Somewhere In Bx...// when ever dis bitch batttles he'z hopen for a 'mirical'//wit a cross in his mouth prayin god will find him 'spiritual'//
IM SoOo Synickle: Have A Bomb In One Hand And A Gat In The Other Leave You Guessin...//
Ill Have You Raped And Murdered SO Mee t Father SMith And Father Wesson...// OH SHIT
Lyrical aint even part of you vocabulary//like life to Lol in any form of local mortuary

holla bacc doggy

logic yo son where u be at?

yo son u droppin?

YEAH IM SEEING THIS BUT COULDNT EARLIER I GOT YOU GIVE ME 30 MINUTES AND A VERSE WILL BE POSTED

take ur time

yo synickle
that was a tight floow..this should be a good battle l.o.l. has skillz goood luck to both i will vote when lol drops

THIS SHIT HUMOROUS ALMOST AS MUCH AS ITS NOT-
them skillz aint your them shits is PUFFY'S ghostwritter store bought-
dawg LOGIC puts in on ya leave you hiding your face like arabs-in baghdad- when i hit you with a percise line targeting any talent you almost had-stab- smoke you while hitting you like weed drags-cause the only flow you ever experienced was rainbow kissing your hag- while she on the rag-
im a show you torture when i strap SYNICKLE- to a DAYTON pentacle- BY 6 cyckles- and charge up 12 cylinders-
let loose on 16 switches in front of a crowd- to my beat sound- and take turns joking your face cracking every time you head smacks the ground-
compared to me you will always be second place- with them retarded rhymes rapping with a downsyndrome fuck face-
you wanted my feelings to be hurt- but it didnt work- your shit is the woarse-collaboration of words-submerged- dont know me i could never loose to a rejected BAD BOY verse-
so i merged-
thoughts so sick they have to come out my mouth-if i acted them out- id be serving life with no probation guilty of sadomizing this bitch beyond reasonable doubt-
come on dawg- my shits aimd with more personal reflect at jew(you) then the holocaust-effect- i read your sing you had to take a MIND FREAZE to get that bullshit loss-
stop repping the BX- with that BS- you firing- you need to rep something you level i here CHUCKIE CHEESE is hiring-
i never thought id say this but grab a gun put away the number 2 led- either you were on or ghostwritten by SPECIEL ED-
i personify hell-with every word i spit and cant spell- you from the BRONX if PUN new he repped wack bitches like you he'd killed himself-
im beating this kid like RODNEY KING against the police enforcement- to show you he as played as BRITISH KNIGHTS endorsements.
i dont even know why i bothered- to battle VANILLA ICE'S PISSED OFF BROTHER-people want you t0o be of air like joyce brothers- you wack fuck spitting lines so far behind times he spit em rocking turbins designed by CROSS COLOURS

LESS THEN 30 PA I HATE BEING TARDY SO FORGIVE ME IF I WAS

ITS NUTTIN DOGGY UPPIN 4 VOTES

UPPIN

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