ya got more surprised looked in ya face then RB Smiles, when i dropped this like Super model panties infront of nerds/
can't believe ya posted that verse, well its behind me, cause you be gettin shit 'back-words'/
Metheus, i beat ya down 'son' like 'demestic violence', so biatch, ya can call me 'father'/
i spit 'harder' than a Playboy Bunny on Hue Hefner dosin viagra, and when i 'spit', i still 'cum farther'/
act like you supposed to be here while you 'hangin out', if thats so, find a tree and i'ma get tha 'rope'/
this kid take the win, like gettin away with racial slurs, when he trying call them 'colorful anicdotes'/
i'm just going to be straight, son, you couldn't use 'word-play', if you was playin scrabble/
talk this, talk that, guess this nigga about a lot of babble, you be gettin' off 'point', i'ma help you by 'stabbin you'/
the 'punchs' i am throwin are so dirty, its like i'm 'biting ears', Meth thought 'Mic-Tyson' was fighting/
Meth couldnt beat me battlin the dead, if you had someone 'ghost writting'/
this geek be given me id software first person shooter games, cause he wants me to meet my 'doom'/
ya wasn't even 'off the hook', when the doctor cut your embiblical cord in the delivery room/
simply said, handless judges ain't the only reason why Metheus ain't gettin a 'thumbs up' for a vote/
ya couldn't spit a 'fresh' rhyme, even if before you spit on the mic, you was swishin round Scope/
i'm passin Meth Demerall, so when 'Meth ODs', maybe then he can add in the 'Man'/ (MethOD Man)
Meth dont deserve any masculine names, cause he nothin but a bitch, so i'm givin him back hands/
i got ya caught in my 'rap' while i'm masked, so its like you never knew who did it like Peter Parker/
i got ya 'drowning under pressure' in this battle like i had you bench-pressin under water/
ya 'cumin' on the mic to battle me like you needed artificial limps for masterbating, cause ya be weak at gripping/
ya like blind rappers, cause ya addressing me like you 'can't even see' the level of skills that ya need for battling/
when people ask for you to point out wack rappers, ya must have ya fingers cut off, 'cause ya can't point at me'/
I'm just proving to be the 'sickest thing underground', since psycotic bombers workin for sewage companies/
i'm havin ya all 'strung out' of this battle, like broken key strings on guitars/
even if i was to hand ya a nutrigrain, ya still couldnt have 'energy in your bars'/




good luck...