METHEUS EMAILED ME HIS VERSE ,SO HERE IT IS QUICK LIKE.


METHEUS

Your style guy?Nothing,fronting,when im around ya don’t test the god man,
this kids known to grip chrome and put a pound to ya chest like tarzan,
I'm a vibrant rapper, my style based on point call it knives and daggers,
The final answer,fuck ya small verse, ask ya girl it's METH that matters,
Amateur clone kids, are like birthday candles, stand to get blown quick,
paired with a knife I slice ur face in angles like a square,
& watch ur eyes & nose dangle from the top of ur stares,
I know blondes are stupid, so Dariel is dumb as bleach,
smartest thing to come out of his mouth are wisdom teeth,
Your nose broken,close wounds, watch the blows open,
& keep ya alive long enough to re-enact ya death in slow motion,
Facin bigger men, Dariel is no comp, he's feminine,
Been eating these sissy sweet asses,but now you're at the bitter end,
Dariel, got outshined with wordplay, get blasted wit flare,
Meth must eat adultery cuz here i'm haveing an affair,
dare his ass to write.. you and rap is just strange,
me winnin's the norm,like payphones don't expect change,
you already got beat, But lets finish this shit on a crazy end
note,
you'll never have my number, But i'll still pin you, Like an atm code,
Dead froze, thought you'd win, Sorry Dariel,ya plan's flew to hell,
I'm extendin my index finger and thumb, Let me hand you the L,