aiight...

i'ma drop first... a rarity for me...

with the name cometaphortune you don't sound like an EMCEE/
when you've finally met me, my level will leave you only with an "E" left for empty/
you're gonna need more than a "phortune" to end me/
or comets for transcending your skill past friendly/
and with metaphors forest thick depending on morris code envy/
you're gonna need to own real skill to win or even accomplish/
this battle but with the wack it ain't a promise/
you could 'lye' and cum clean on a 'few good men' but be honest/
viagra couldn't help your keyboard, neither could your fingertips/
not even if you drank Clorox and tried to drop clean-er shits/
don't forget your vowels, straight from the heart? more like your bowls/
deep within, we all know you like men, 1 at a time or 10?/
that means we gotta keep count when the votes come in/
stickin' a mic up your ass won't make your shh talk any more clearer/
if you wanna see your gay secret admirer... look in the mirror/
you're a stuffed animal when you battle me, when we're done you're still full of it/
jacking off won't spread the 'news', even if it was 'cold' and you ate a 'bowl' of it/(slow days on RB trying to get people to vote on this "hot battle")


and i'm done...

no beef


peace

~madd