Synikill's shit
I'm the One Abusing Peeps, Whilst you Prefer to Bruise the Cheeks,/
I'll Spit,, and ''STRIP'' your Bars "NAKED",, then send you on a Losing "STREAK"/
Ya Using Speech,, like Spastic Zulu's,, No-one understands that Tribal Chant,/
Synikills verse enchant and enhance,
Ya Final Chance,, has Ended Fast,, Cos No One Beats this Cursed-Kid,/
I told You to "BRUSH" up on "SHIT", So Now You "SWEEP" ya "VERSES",/
Call my Peeps for Searches,, I'm The illuminant Glow to Teach Minds,/
I "KEEP TIME",, like "CLOCK THIEVES",, Kids,, I'm Never late to Post,/
Kid,, like a Thanksgiving Dinner,, the "TURKEY" thats Never too late to Roast,/
It's never too Late to Toast,, So the Red Stuff's what I'm Choosing,/
Im Fed up of Amuzing,, I'm out to Hurt son,, and this is Fuckin Crunchtime,/
Type a Bar with my "TOES",, So Good,, it becomes a Fuckin "PUNCHLINE",/
Have ya Duckin "ONE SPINE", Throw a vertabrae Til It Crashes with a Racket,/
Ya get Simultaneously Hit by Bones, Until Ya Corpse Smashes out the Bracket,/
I'm Lashing out to Snap It,, Your Backbone,, Bodies Gushing out Spleen Bile,/
Synikill,, Pulling So many Tricks, I got that Nigga Blushing from "GREEN MILE",/
I'm Rushing ya 'Clean' Style,, 'Dirty' Tactics,, to Knock your Snot Box In,/
Ya Mad,, cause ya Dont "SEE" the Final Round,, Like Blind Men watching Boxing/
aprenticekid15
You aint typin shit wit ur toes/
im known for breakin down emcees to particles/
leavin um torn from they nose to they assholes/
i may be a newbie/
but i come prepared like a general to duty/
My flow is amazin/
have the hair on the back of your neck raisin/
have u shriveled and fucked like a raisin/
your rhymes is sounded shaky like all hope is gone/
but when im rappin in my basemant i have to turn off my smoke alarm/
son ive been through hell/
if u dont believe me, it means your just an infadell
You said you illuminant/
your more like a a halusanint/
and i got infareds to detect your mov-a-ments/
deflect off the wall and hit you like a bank shot/
And if you wanna start shit I'm your best beef/
I'll move Latin Kings on you like a chest piece/
And in this game we call life I aint a passer I'ma shooter/
And you'd be my next victum if you weren't behind the computer/ and if you gonna talk shit back it/
cuz now i'm like physco eatin away at my straight jacket/
If you cant see me I'ma put the toast to ya eye.
Just admitt defeat and don't post a reply.
you already got torn by the last cat.
So anything you say or do WILL BE LAUGHED AT.
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