U wanna talk about me frontin, huh?
Ok I got something for u Lets back to the beginning of when I first met Letha face
First post on the site and I already knew he was gonna be fake
U wanna hear some wack shit, read all of Montana's verses
It happened too many times to be an accident so u start thinkin it was on purpose
U made a bad move that got u crushed like cashews
Canada aint bringing shit to Hip Hop except long sleeves and hiker boots
Ur destined to lose, why? cuz u fucked up and let me make the first move
Now I have the chance to use concepts that u were too dumb to use
Using my quotes as a sheild just to hide the fact that u aint got skills
I aint heard so much bitchin since the time I forced ya mom to work wit High Heels
In my nap sack I got auto macs, with silencers attached
While u ran in front u lost a part of ya brain that matched
the true color of ya soul, u got so much soul
Dancing in pink leather boots laced all the way down to ya toes
U powderpuff, no wonder why yo punchlines lack a sour sting
Cuz u so fruity off of sugar u started dissin like a queen
Ya lack of vocab speaks for itself cuz u using a white trash, 7th grade literature book
U spent all that time "dissin" me and just exposed yourself to the Lord of the rooks
I noticed ya battles and yea I took a great deal of time to notice a pattern
Cuz ya rhymes keep looping in circles just like the rings around Saturn
U cant rhyme with the same word twice, all "real" MCs know this
U frontin like u the Allah of Rap but got caught for going back on the basics
U so used to sayin Gay, I bet it happens without u noticing
U catch ya self in the studio rappin, snappin ya fingers and blowin kisses
U fag nigga, go figure, or is John my personal witness
He be hoppin on ya jock so much, he left u dickless
No wonder why Im hated in this world
If u think Im being biased then why dont u do something instead of cryin like a girl
In that battle with E, u was just nothing but talk
Gay talk, all those disses left ya own body outlined in white chalk
Like a bitch u bark, Cmon Mark please be smart
Shouldve did some reaserch on me before u decided to cut thru the park
I leave niggaz brained dead from my complex metaphors
I got Mark eatin his own words, inside his mouth, bite marks and herpes sores
Ya inexperience at rappin finally came to the surface
Took a lil bit diggin at Letha's past and then using HIS words for a purpose
I can rhyme about anything even something as worthless as u
U aint even got a birthyear so who the fuck gonna believe this "Mark" ass dude
I only resort to long verses in crucial rivalries
Check my past to see if it aint true, see how I reamed MCs
Now the battle begins, as I start clawin at ya center
Blood rushes to top as my claws continue to enter
Ive ripped a thousand strands of tissue and even chew thru the grissle
I even eat ya soul before it escapes into the Holy Temple
Fuck shooting stars, I shoot super concentrated rays of heat
That'll melt anything object that doesnt protect 1000 degrees
A wishbone I choose neck bones of my fallen victims
Those who survive mutant and slowly transform into my minion
I reign anything that represents an evil symbolic meaning
I dispise anything thats righteous, until its easily tainted with my Arabic sealing
A shortage of warriors line up in the front lines of ya army
Hell's Army screams for blood as I unleash them, Satan is upon me!
A bitch nigga cowers behind his screen, as he read my hidden most thoughts
He mistaken Meth for a clean and serine foo, but instead got Meth's most evil taunts