Saint
11-16-2017, 09:33 PM
posted 01-02-2002 02:31 PM
Metheus:
L-Evasion...
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...
Gimme my belt nigga...
L-Evasion:
I’m the ‘best out of the Farm’ and I think with my cock
I’ll speak my mind, open up and taste the ‘cream of the crop’
You’re dope, yet easily broken, I’ll call you Crystal Meth
Finger fetish? I’d give you the bird, but you’d give it a nest
In the flesh, I’m THE SHIT, you wouldn’t want to fuck with this
Of course you’ll back down…you don’t even ‘stand up to’ piss
You’re running kid, I get in my car, you’re dead when ya caught
This chicken gets killed by a coop/coupe, like the President’s dog
I’ll Tattoo “I HATE YOU” on you, then remove ya neck from ya jaw
Then crucify you…just to get my message A cross
Work your ass off and you’ll still be at the bottom
If you pulled out all the stops, you’d only be causing traffic problems
Fags don’t belong here, after the loss he’s caused to leaved
You’re like Bush in a hotel, everybody calls ya suite
Pound all ya teeth then bruise your lips…who’re you fooling kid?
Your ass is grass…maybe that’s why you’re full of shit
Meth’s funds? He gets paid a little extra for licking the cum
About to say how you got rich?…it’s on the $'tip' of your tongue
But stick to your guns, if you’re good, be a rent-a sex whore
Then get your penis enlarged and don’t sell yourself short
At best you’re a punchline artist, ya bars should be rusting
Meth must be a waste of skill, because he’s GOOD for nothing
I’ma stick my dick in your pupils, but don’t believe ya sight
Reason why? You know there’s more to me than meats the eye
Metheus:
L-Evasion...
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...
Gimme my belt nigga...
L-Evasion:
I’m the ‘best out of the Farm’ and I think with my cock
I’ll speak my mind, open up and taste the ‘cream of the crop’
You’re dope, yet easily broken, I’ll call you Crystal Meth
Finger fetish? I’d give you the bird, but you’d give it a nest
In the flesh, I’m THE SHIT, you wouldn’t want to fuck with this
Of course you’ll back down…you don’t even ‘stand up to’ piss
You’re running kid, I get in my car, you’re dead when ya caught
This chicken gets killed by a coop/coupe, like the President’s dog
I’ll Tattoo “I HATE YOU” on you, then remove ya neck from ya jaw
Then crucify you…just to get my message A cross
Work your ass off and you’ll still be at the bottom
If you pulled out all the stops, you’d only be causing traffic problems
Fags don’t belong here, after the loss he’s caused to leaved
You’re like Bush in a hotel, everybody calls ya suite
Pound all ya teeth then bruise your lips…who’re you fooling kid?
Your ass is grass…maybe that’s why you’re full of shit
Meth’s funds? He gets paid a little extra for licking the cum
About to say how you got rich?…it’s on the $'tip' of your tongue
But stick to your guns, if you’re good, be a rent-a sex whore
Then get your penis enlarged and don’t sell yourself short
At best you’re a punchline artist, ya bars should be rusting
Meth must be a waste of skill, because he’s GOOD for nothing
I’ma stick my dick in your pupils, but don’t believe ya sight
Reason why? You know there’s more to me than meats the eye