Metheus

trap. · 02-03-2013, 04:24 PM

Name: Metheus, Epimetheus
Crews: Hybrid Angels
Where: Bronx, New York
Repped: RM, UA

vs SOD

challengin Ep is like..

..fuckin ya girl in a black room & the light switch is my target..
cuz the second I turn it on.. the bitch comes outta Darkness..
Meth's known to shine wit skill.. type nice when I battle..
but its kinda hard to look on the bright side of a Shadow..
this dyke's bitin from Aloe.. I'll abuse ya text wit ease..
cuz ya style is more counter fit than suits for referees..
who can step to E.. I spit flawless & slay clowns..
a walk in the park.. this hardly a crawl in the playground..
ya too serious bout this text shit.. save ya heart, faggot..
..cuz ya only highlight was gettin raped in March Madness..
just tell the truth, you were shook to battle me, right..
..cuz u nothin more than a clone.. of the cat I beat twice..
my strategy's nice, blastin these hypes wit plenty heaters..
I guess I'll refrain from punches since u dont have any either..
Ep's on a murderin rampage.. u gettin rattled in fights..
I'm makin livestock extinct, the way no cat'll survive..
& now u think u king of battlin, but god ruins parties well..
..cuz I merked the illest cat you lost to in RBL..
ya rep's declining & u'll found out that Meth is grimey..
& since you're a shadow u'll always be a step behind me..
I just let the rhymes speak & spit what few can touch..
your alias must be defeat.. cuz I heard that losin sucks..
peeped some'a ya verses.. but here is the catch to those..
I'll admit.. they were ill.. bout a year & a half ago..

vs. Civil Writes

ya hype to test but I suggest you hide from fightin text,
I'll let the shotty breathe on'em, then watch the sighed effects..
..of a widened chest, I confess ya losin essence, see,
Civil's style.. more 'counter-fit' than suits for referees..
especially cuz you wack.. I scorch rappers, in fact,
I'm gutter, like where they'll find ya corpse after the match..
it'd be wrong to show my skill, too enlightenin for you,
guess I'll be wack in this battle, its the Write thing to do..
so Victory, please.. I know what all'a ya tension's for,
you aint seen a Vienna battle since Austria went to war..
foldin the greatness..? I'll be the nigga moldin ya face, kid,
I was diggin you, then buried you in the hole I created..
he actually says that he's good.. either the kid's jokin,
or thats the biggest lie since Snoop said that he quit smokin..
this nerd type dude's deterred, quite blue, I burst right through..
^^ senseless multis prove I can make a verse like you..
know it troubles you, tryna rhyme-wit-me,-fuck-it-duke,
cuz starin at ya initials' the only time-you-see-W..
you basic, dont stretch the fact, face it, ya text is trash,
METHEUS, there bitch.. I was savin the best for last..

vs Evolution

Evolution... Mr. Banned... whoever...

Weak apprentices get relieved from 'sentences'... I drop executions..
The type to assassinate mother nature... just ta stop Evolution..
Plaster ya shine... ya spittin fragile... bitch I shatter ya rhymes..
Your loss... soon ta come... in clock substances... a matter of time..
Fracturin lines... meet ya Maker... then forever hold your Piece..
Cuz this goose head could produce eggs but'll never be over-E..
I'm foldin peeps... you're just bums sleepin... you poor snoozer..
Toss Evo in the air after the battle... and call'em a soar loser..
Whore abuser... ya got problems addin... you need 'sum practice'..
To be honest... you're raised strips on broad streets, simply ave ridge..
Thrash kids wit narcotic stanzas... I'm the corruptor of mentals..
Ep'll degrade your trash... erasure ass... like the butt of a pencil..
Ya stuck n it's simple... while my bomb lyrics deliver shock waves..
About you... I wouldn't give a dam... donatin river blockades..
Quick ta drop knaves... earn killings... hot off the top... churn ceilings..
Watch you go up in smoke... like ascendin angels in burned buildings..
Terms spilling... foes get thrown as acidic lyrics corrode ya dome..
Go head n blow ya brains out... so you can say you holed your own..
Flows is prone... ta force fuck your vanity... and rape your pride..
Voters stealin ya breath... thas the only way they'd take ya sighed..
The page just fried, give you a hand...but ya won't receive applaud..
Evo's assaultin astonished people... in attempt ta beat the awed..
That E's a fraud... put'em ta rest...leave'em layin cold in a bed..
Thought Evo was massin scalp follicles... he's weighin over his head..
Know that you're dead... tradin brain waves... exchangin my thoughts..
Accustomed ta wins, like foreigners in Vegas, I'm a stranger ta Las..
Hang ya wit floss... net geek... checks his mail fo' letters about crews..
But honestly... I think Ex-Saviors would be a lot better without you..
CrazyJoe blew ya spot in hook-ups... ridin TKO... hand dunn a saddle..
No L's yet...? Well don't mistake it... but I think ya one this battle..

vs Aloe

Dear Lotion Man...

Ep'll compete wit the best... you wack in audio and feeble in text...
Just sew your mouth shut since Psylense was ya key ta success...
Poor writin... wit ya prescense... pigs grow... the bore heightens...
Resurrect suns at daybreak and ya still won't see this whore risin...
I gave you your first loss... man... Epi's forever wreckin this fool...
King of the League..? A short ruler... like severed measuring tools...
Ep is jus cruel.. cuz I'm breakin streaks... you'll lose when facin E...
Replace this geek.. I'll take ewe out... like goin on dates wit sheep...
So basically... I'd paralyze Hades... then say you're weak as hell...
Ripped you once in the past... but history's known ta repeat itself...
Receive an L.. so pay attention.. or get knuckles from the lectures...
A crash dummy playin chicken... Ep don't buckle under pressure...
Rape'em brutally... extirpatin breweries... 'cause Epi bar destructin...
Refrain from postin.. ya name is lotion so a loss ain't hard ta rub in...
Get charred in ovens... discard ya bluffin... I'm rapin this casualty...
Ya need room for improvement but there ain't enuff space in the galaxy...
Gracin the battle scene... no doubt... mah hot spits boil ya fans...
Ya jockin still so I change ya plots ta rotten milk n spoil ya plans...
Complete wit tha wretched rhymes.. E depletes ya neglected prime...
Call this a heart transplant... you're 'gettin beat for tha second time'...
Take heed cuz I'm wreckin lines... ya weak within, this geek pretends...
He's searchin hotels wit a vengeance... kid's seekin 'suite revenge'...
Can't compete my friend... ya losin this, mate... abusin this fake...
Remove from ya place... Psy gave you the belt ta prove ur a waist...
I'm bashin kids.. tha fact is this.. Metheus known fa smashin clicks...
Scold this bitch... pressed 8 while holdin shift n put ya ass ta risk...
Weak antagonist... allergic ta frozen fog... n claim you rime sick...
Makin minds twist... confusin rankin wit weather... cuz I climate...
Divine wits decline kids... dunn Epi's evil... I'll just beat you n bail...
Along wit the belt I'll take the vowels from ya name n leave u the L...

02-03-2013, 04:24 PM	#1
trap. Senior Citizen Join Date: Aug 1997 Posts: 3,871 Battle Record: 4-3 Rep Power: 0	Metheus Name: Metheus, Epimetheus Crews: Hybrid Angels Where: Bronx, New York Repped: RM, UA vs SOD challengin Ep is like.. ..fuckin ya girl in a black room & the light switch is my target.. cuz the second I turn it on.. the bitch comes outta Darkness.. Meth's known to shine wit skill.. type nice when I battle.. but its kinda hard to look on the bright side of a Shadow.. this dyke's bitin from Aloe.. I'll abuse ya text wit ease.. cuz ya style is more counter fit than suits for referees.. who can step to E.. I spit flawless & slay clowns.. a walk in the park.. this hardly a crawl in the playground.. ya too serious bout this text shit.. save ya heart, faggot.. ..cuz ya only highlight was gettin raped in March Madness.. just tell the truth, you were shook to battle me, right.. ..cuz u nothin more than a clone.. of the cat I beat twice.. my strategy's nice, blastin these hypes wit plenty heaters.. I guess I'll refrain from punches since u dont have any either.. Ep's on a murderin rampage.. u gettin rattled in fights.. I'm makin livestock extinct, the way no cat'll survive.. & now u think u king of battlin, but god ruins parties well.. ..cuz I merked the illest cat you lost to in RBL.. ya rep's declining & u'll found out that Meth is grimey.. & since you're a shadow u'll always be a step behind me.. I just let the rhymes speak & spit what few can touch.. your alias must be defeat.. cuz I heard that losin sucks.. peeped some'a ya verses.. but here is the catch to those.. I'll admit.. they were ill.. bout a year & a half ago.. vs. Civil Writes ya hype to test but I suggest you hide from fightin text, I'll let the shotty breathe on'em, then watch the sighed effects.. ..of a widened chest, I confess ya losin essence, see, Civil's style.. more 'counter-fit' than suits for referees.. especially cuz you wack.. I scorch rappers, in fact, I'm gutter, like where they'll find ya corpse after the match.. it'd be wrong to show my skill, too enlightenin for you, guess I'll be wack in this battle, its the Write thing to do.. so Victory, please.. I know what all'a ya tension's for, you aint seen a Vienna battle since Austria went to war.. foldin the greatness..? I'll be the nigga moldin ya face, kid, I was diggin you, then buried you in the hole I created.. he actually says that he's good.. either the kid's jokin, or thats the biggest lie since Snoop said that he quit smokin.. this nerd type dude's deterred, quite blue, I burst right through.. ^^ senseless multis prove I can make a verse like you.. know it troubles you, tryna rhyme-wit-me,-fuck-it-duke, cuz starin at ya initials' the only time-you-see-W.. you basic, dont stretch the fact, face it, ya text is trash, METHEUS, there bitch.. I was savin the best for last.. vs Evolution Evolution... Mr. Banned... whoever... Weak apprentices get relieved from 'sentences'... I drop executions.. The type to assassinate mother nature... just ta stop Evolution.. Plaster ya shine... ya spittin fragile... bitch I shatter ya rhymes.. Your loss... soon ta come... in clock substances... a matter of time.. Fracturin lines... meet ya Maker... then forever hold your Piece.. Cuz this goose head could produce eggs but'll never be over-E.. I'm foldin peeps... you're just bums sleepin... you poor snoozer.. Toss Evo in the air after the battle... and call'em a soar loser.. Whore abuser... ya got problems addin... you need 'sum practice'.. To be honest... you're raised strips on broad streets, simply ave ridge.. Thrash kids wit narcotic stanzas... I'm the corruptor of mentals.. Ep'll degrade your trash... erasure ass... like the butt of a pencil.. Ya stuck n it's simple... while my bomb lyrics deliver shock waves.. About you... I wouldn't give a dam... donatin river blockades.. Quick ta drop knaves... earn killings... hot off the top... churn ceilings.. Watch you go up in smoke... like ascendin angels in burned buildings.. Terms spilling... foes get thrown as acidic lyrics corrode ya dome.. Go head n blow ya brains out... so you can say you holed your own.. Flows is prone... ta force fuck your vanity... and rape your pride.. Voters stealin ya breath... thas the only way they'd take ya sighed.. The page just fried, give you a hand...but ya won't receive applaud.. Evo's assaultin astonished people... in attempt ta beat the awed.. That E's a fraud... put'em ta rest...leave'em layin cold in a bed.. Thought Evo was massin scalp follicles... he's weighin over his head.. Know that you're dead... tradin brain waves... exchangin my thoughts.. Accustomed ta wins, like foreigners in Vegas, I'm a stranger ta Las.. Hang ya wit floss... net geek... checks his mail fo' letters about crews.. But honestly... I think Ex-Saviors would be a lot better without you.. CrazyJoe blew ya spot in hook-ups... ridin TKO... hand dunn a saddle.. No L's yet...? Well don't mistake it... but I think ya one this battle.. vs Aloe Dear Lotion Man... Ep'll compete wit the best... you wack in audio and feeble in text... Just sew your mouth shut since Psylense was ya key ta success... Poor writin... wit ya prescense... pigs grow... the bore heightens... Resurrect suns at daybreak and ya still won't see this whore risin... I gave you your first loss... man... Epi's forever wreckin this fool... King of the League..? A short ruler... like severed measuring tools... Ep is jus cruel.. cuz I'm breakin streaks... you'll lose when facin E... Replace this geek.. I'll take ewe out... like goin on dates wit sheep... So basically... I'd paralyze Hades... then say you're weak as hell... Ripped you once in the past... but history's known ta repeat itself... Receive an L.. so pay attention.. or get knuckles from the lectures... A crash dummy playin chicken... Ep don't buckle under pressure... Rape'em brutally... extirpatin breweries... 'cause Epi bar destructin... Refrain from postin.. ya name is lotion so a loss ain't hard ta rub in... Get charred in ovens... discard ya bluffin... I'm rapin this casualty... Ya need room for improvement but there ain't enuff space in the galaxy... Gracin the battle scene... no doubt... mah hot spits boil ya fans... Ya jockin still so I change ya plots ta rotten milk n spoil ya plans... Complete wit tha wretched rhymes.. E depletes ya neglected prime... Call this a heart transplant... you're 'gettin beat for tha second time'... Take heed cuz I'm wreckin lines... ya weak within, this geek pretends... He's searchin hotels wit a vengeance... kid's seekin 'suite revenge'... Can't compete my friend... ya losin this, mate... abusin this fake... Remove from ya place... Psy gave you the belt ta prove ur a waist... I'm bashin kids.. tha fact is this.. Metheus known fa smashin clicks... Scold this bitch... pressed 8 while holdin shift n put ya ass ta risk... Weak antagonist... allergic ta frozen fog... n claim you rime sick... Makin minds twist... confusin rankin wit weather... cuz I climate... Divine wits decline kids... dunn Epi's evil... I'll just beat you n bail... Along wit the belt I'll take the vowels from ya name n leave u the L...