^dude's gotta be hungry, i guess i'm feedin him lunch
cause he flip'd, fed and bit.. just off of my one punch
damn son! thats pathetic! think of ya own shit then get @ me
cause when i'm through with you..
..you'll have alot in common with the letters in ur avy

See I just want a free win, so I'm tossing dudes
& Judging by their skills... they probably want a loss removed
See I'm going to win this, this dope punch enhances my line
Every time Met-A-4 posts another cypher his chances decline
& when I see Erel rhyme I say bitten with laughter
You're the first Erel Avent thing that was written by Fracture

damn is this him?.. the dude everyone sqwaks about
cuz from the looks of things it looks like someone who wants out
it's far beyond you but we've acknowledge your shine to be greasy
see by posting fucked flows you make it seems easy
but keep on buddy & continue to build your legecy
i don't know how far you'll get with mental notes this week

...one...

nas ain't garbage, but its obvious this lame is trashy
but with skillz like that, its no wonder nas drop'd the nasdeey
n' feebs, them concepts is old 'n should be out'a rotation
cause FM's shit is more play'd then satelite radio stations
'n with no hesitation, i'll pump ya mug with slugs till u have no taste
cause the last time you Met-A-4.. u left missin the right side of ya face

BITCHEZ!

i ask myself..why do i bother with fucks like you?
cuz you shouldn't be in here resemblin someone who likes to lose
see KEMPO made an offer but you dudes is lookin for the cheaper price
cuz your text is strange like terrestials on tractors circling rice
a word of advice log out and witness this shit lock
as this prick Met A 4 and disappeared close to the docks

...one...

I'll rate Nasdeey's lines even though he's a whore & poser
Your rhymes suck, the best thing is.. its only 3 bars before its over
Get on your knees n exalt me. See it seems your timing is faulty
Trying to diss me, while also having trouble rhyming with multies
First impressions show it all.. and I'll mention its nifty
You were amazed "damn its him?" - before attempting to diss me
I speak & attack, I'll hit you with the punches you secretly lack
If I wasn't here Kempo couldn't pick a winner, ya'll are equally wack
Put my sneaker to backs, as you're looking, waiting to trash me
You made a name for yourself, and your reputation is nasdeey
I tried to picture the loss but your image was grudging
Kempo, I'll have the win added, once you finish with judging
Can't top skill, I'm cracking up at how these fellas is hostile
Frac lines've been sitting idle for years
so I read an Erel verse & get an unpleasant smell in my nostrils

exalt you?....i see the first blast got you all over yourself
seeing that your end stinks the denial lingers a stinch after you left
your notion of skills is invalid..bobbin and weavin like a fag with tracks
receivin your punches seeing they are like blacklist voters given a scratch
now holmes?.. how can i be amazed at text so simple?
i wanted your autograph.. i thought you was the couch on Jimmy Kimmel
holdin so much ass it's ridiculous...any nigga would mistaken the identity
the third time can be a charm but i blew thru this prick like a holey trinity
this dude is so full of himself that the residue diagnosis him with halitosis
my mistake holmes you're not lame...your text just made you noushes
i got these kidds logging off confused about rapping writing verses for a cypher
judgin by the content yal words are sigs in the mouth of a bum lookin for a lighter



...one...

nigga think they superstar gangsta..... so bring ya ANR
watch me cocked back the auto rugar an get'em sleepin in they car
you swear ya hard like raw, aint a carpenter but i'll take apart ya jaw
lets take it to the park and brawl, or strap up like ya partner bra
i'll leave u Black an Blue like u took a job with the law
an when it comes to clips, i'll give u full bars like a cell phone call
i'll take ya husttlers grams, then wait till u an ya peoples scram
cuz u gets noting.. untill the Paper-Views like its on Demand
WOW... you aint the scholar you the kid who got out the school-sir
yeah am a big kid.... that'll fuck ya girl an BRAG ABOUT IT like YOU LOSER
Laugh in ya face, grabing the mase, stab him from the waist
clap him with eight, slash in ya race, an let ya White Meat drop like planet of the APP's
guess u planed it to be safe, an didnt expect to get drop like janet's waight
an if the gun jam's then wait, cuz the hawk i'll leave holes on ya like crates
how many times i gotta repeat this... YOU AINT FUCKING WITH ME
an for u am the Lucky Ticket.... only way u'll have the "Jack-Pot" if u cop'ed hes weed EZ!!!

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