heres metheus's verse he told me to post it thursday for him,but i found out i wont be back till friday so here it is.



He’s not ready for a battle so im stopping this fake
when he did the fitness program he’d got bodied by jake...
rape this cat in a bout.. glass chin..? i'll shatter ya mouth...
repair a crippled sillouette 'n cast a shadow of doubt...
straggled ya clout.. dispersin this set of nerds on the net...
u might as well arouse a corpse cuz ur flirtin wit death...
certain i'm def.. ur bound in lies this is no sound surprise...
my knives'll reduce u ta exhales.. or cut u down ta sighs...
drown this dyke in my flow, yea i kno this coward's gassed...
..and if skills are timeless... then ur talent's an hourglass...
devour fags who stand ta fight.. i'll hammer ya glands w/ spikes...
ya life's a 'big misfortune' like an obese Vanna White...
u damn the site.. while i'm truthfully hurtin ya pride wit joints...
a DOT communist.. ya whole existence is 'beside the point'...
spit the same shit, peep ya name kid.. already got the L...
slayin heathens.. decay ya breathin n watch u 'rot in-hale'...
shots impale... this herb's flesh... my text'll deter pests...
think u 'robin win(d)s' cuz u got lungs inside ya bird chest...?
get ur nerves wrecked when Meth spits in a rage...
and now u 'holed ur own ground'.. cuz ur diggin ya grave...
str8 rippin this knave.. ur luck ceased.. I crush peeps...
ya lyrics talk about Meth only cuz ur rhymes 'discuss' me...
trust me.. teachin uncertainty won't 'lesson ya doubts' son...
u lost n I ain't drawin conclusions jus sketchin the outcome...
reckin this bout's won, even ya crew members doubt u rippin me...
i'll keep wins under my belt as long as ur mouth is victory...