Thrust:

Ur bound to Expload, Just watch as i Bomb your avy,
Just another smoked herb.. That doesn't satisfy my cravings,
^ok personal

I really do...Pitty this fool, Consider me Mr. T...
Cuz I wreck meters down the middle...like c-o-l-l-e-c-t,
^coulda tied this in better, but ok punch

Wow your somethin special, U learned to bite rhymes,
If you were Worth something...then i'd be droppin Dimes,
^good snap

I'll mount this kill on my wall, Another headless Bum,
I'd put you on a plaque...But you are a No one,
^ehh, could've done more with this one

I just school you kid...Yet, You don't have any Class,
Ur fucked bitch...Like my las peice of Ass
^lmao, nice

Ur a true playboy...Servin my Beef on Roller Blades...
But even wit 8 wheels...Meters isn't safe
^-wtf? Maybe it's me, but I didn't see the damn point here...

Meter's next move is goin to be Control Alt Delete,
Cuz i sent him upstairs...Hiding under his sheets
^alright close, could've been a lot more creative at the end.

Meters:

Ready to thrust a knife through ya chest, until it's compressed/
Carve ya up and digest all of ya bars until i get a cardiac arrest/
^Nice multi's, but -until YOU get a cardiac arrest? hmm...

I'm kinda lika a tumar on ya chest, 'cuz ya really should be aware of me/
and also because i embarass ya skin so crimson bitches think you're a cherokee/
^uhh, first line was ok, second tho...no comment...

My rhymes focus to unleash the plague of locusts on Soft Focus/
Ya rhymes are as intelligent as first born, so I strike 'em down like Moses/
^again, nice multi's, like tha "Soft Focus" -good personal

Can't resist the urge to physically make you a man of few words/
In other words, i'm gonna bury the hatchet and leave our problems minced in thirds/
^2nd hardest line of tha battle

You can't come hard in the battle, but even worse is in ya sex life you can't cum at all/
'cuz ya structure is as flimsy as ya soft cock but unlike ya streched lines it's a little more small/
^lol, a lil' played wit' tha "cum" punch, but still funny.

My rhymes dice ya creating gills, cast my line into the ocean and snagged ya skills/
Realize that the 'depth might be more defining than me,' but does the depth write wills?/
^no

Thrust bitch,i wish you would have heard that to battle Meters is to know a veil/ (no avail)
Punched ya lighs out so many times had to confirm ya of your loss in braille/
^LMAAOOO HAHAHA, NICE PUNCH!-ya best line.

Your punches are dumber than a box of rocks, like a Talaban ya throwin' 'em at me/
Elevate my friend, start throwing twigs, atleast than your rhymes will be snappy/
^ehh close, not REALLY a stab to close it.

ok battle:

Opener: Met
Close: Thr
Multi's: Met
Punches: Met
Personals: Met

Vote: Meters