sleep sinatra vs. demented

[Sleep Sinatra]

yo, ill b back 2 drop my verse

16 lines

no feeding

first to 3 votes is tko

[thatKid]

k, so you dropping 1st I assume?

[Sleep Sinatra]

dont matter wuteva works,speakin of which i gotta go 2 (work) so ill b back 2 drop later,1

[thatKid]

k, I'll just wait till you drop, then do mine. later

[Sleep Sinatra]

aight 16 rite.....





this faggot kno he dumb its pandemonium ill rush ya barracks/
cant control me son i grab a hold of em and crush his larynx/
wish u "never existed" go back in time quick and snuff ya parents/
only "lines u spittin" is from the dick suckin and such u cherish/
plus u "farris bueler" wit raps make u take a day off/
merk u ,then reconnect and torture ur soul inside a seance/
pussy ass material the kind that niggas prey on/
even wit anabolics ya rimes could never "stay strong"/
u weak,fucked up mental thinkin ya brave homes/
knock u beneath the dirt have benchpressin a gravestone/
keep stressin getcha face-blown 2 smitherines/
slap da "taste" back into ya mouth like listerine/
baby mc this cat fantasize an prolly piss-in-dreams/
the hustle reversed suspect nigga b lickin fiends/
but i aint even trippin seein that ur so called "demented"/
break ur nose off leave ur dome all indented//

damn im rusty as hell, anyways u up...

[thatKid]

man all I heard was garbage spewing from ya mouth
kids wack, his crew cold outside, you losing, ask the crowd
don't even got his dukes up for this brawl, tell he geeky
watch me score, got two hands up properly like a NFL referee
pick your poison bitch, get physical an political like maps
smash ya brain cleaning up ya mental with dirty mops
you going to lose, hard or easy, how you want it?
got accountants and lawyers talking twenty five to life kid
if dreams really come true in America you better off in coma
cause beating me is unfeasible to such simple minded homers
stick you in my lil sisters doll house, light it on fire
make sure for the funeral he's dressed in the right attire
motherfuckers fake, its built in him, take a sharpie
cut this dick up like circumcision cause his rhymes straight corny
you were a little soft, kid was right from the heart
so give it up, I'm off the dome and still writing you off

wasn't really all that into it, mind was somewhere else

peace

votes

[Sleep Sinatra]

Uppin Votes

[Classic]

whoops.
i'll drop a vote here later.

[Sleep Sinatra]

STIILLLLL ,UPPIN FOR VOTES...damn shit's been dead as hell lately UPPIN

[Classic]

Sleep Sinatra :
this faggot kno he dumb its pandemonium ill rush ya barracks/
cant control me son i grab a hold of em and crush his larynx/
good opener.
wish u "never existed" go back in time quick and snuff ya parents/
only "lines u spittin" is from the dick suckin and such u cherish/
niceee.
plus u "farris bueler" wit raps make u take a day off/
merk u ,then reconnect and torture ur soul inside a seance/
good.
pussy ass material the kind that niggas prey on/
even wit anabolics ya rimes could never "stay strong"/
nice.
u weak,fucked up mental thinkin ya brave homes/
knock u beneath the dirt have benchpressin a gravestone/
nice, again.
keep stressin getcha face-blown 2 smitherines/
slap da "taste" back into ya mouth like listerine/
nice.
baby mc this cat fantasize an prolly piss-in-dreams/
the hustle reversed suspect nigga b lickin fiends/
lmao. niceee.
but i aint even trippin seein that ur so called "demented"/
break ur nose off leave ur dome all indented//
niceeee closer.


Demented :
man all I heard was garbage spewing from ya mouth
kids wack, his crew cold outside, you losing, ask the crowd
some filler in this, but a good opener.
don't even got his dukes up for this brawl, tell he geeky
watch me score, got two hands up properly like a NFL referee
geeky & referee don't rhyme. and the 2nd line was bragging.
pick your poison bitch, get physical an political like maps
smash ya brain cleaning up ya mental with dirty mops
maps & mops don't rhyme. the flow was thrown off here.
you going to lose, hard or easy, how you want it?
got accountants and lawyers talking twenty five to life kid
nope. no end-rhyme here either. the only rhymei saw was a multi, 'five' & 'life'.
if dreams really come true in America you better off in coma
cause beating me is unfeasible to such simple minded homers
niceee, steppin' it up.
stick you in my lil sisters doll house, light it on fire
make sure for the funeral he's dressed in the right attire
kk. keepin' consistent.
motherfuckers fake, its built in him, take a sharpie
cut this dick up like circumcision cause his rhymes straight corny
awww man, you had me thrown off with the 2nd line. i was readin' thru this like, DAMNNN nice. because the 1st line is a pretty good setup, and the 2nd line wanted me grippin' for more with the 'cut this dick up like circumsision'. bet ya fell off man.
you were a little soft, kid was right from the heart
so give it up, I'm off the dome and still writing you off
the rhyme was iffy here. decent closer.


Vote - Sleep Sinatra.
why? He had a solid verse, flow & structure.
The punches were pretty hard & had NOTHING but consistency.
Nice.
Demented, you're improving man.
But to me, your flow was off, you weren't rhyming etccc.
You had some filler/bragging & what-not.
But your creativity is STEPPING UP nicellyyy.
i'd like to see more from you man.
Stay up to both of y'all.

[bloodyhookz]

easy vote, Sleep!!

vocab-ss
flow-ss
creativity-ss
punches-ss
wordplay-ss

easy vic

[Sleep Sinatra]

damn an i thought the 16 i pt down was garbage, well anyways 2-0

[Sleep Sinatra]

and UPPIN

[thatKid]

at least this is getting votes, and hopefully I improved a little with my thinking/creativity

maybe I should take rhyming here an off here more serious, its more of a hobby then I thought it would be

[bloodyhookz]

there's nothing wrong with text battles and writing out here, but regardless you should always put a good effort in whatever you do, feel me?, there's always room for improvement and that's just part of growing