how can u not make a long "unlimited" verse....?
aint that the whole concept of it..to air it out before the battle ends?

Wow!!! LOL - do i really have to respond to all that??? Ridiculous!

I'll try to work some of it into my verse but thats alot to go through...... I'll try and get something up later today.

dry wacko

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

The bat is out the cage and its swinging homeruns, there goes one
No more Face in Letha hitting hard like shotguns, who wouldve known son?
This clown think he has skill, but wake up this isnt Fable u get labeled, a bitch
Under ur cow hide face is just another child, so like R.Kelly I piss
The lyrical assualt I rampage like godzilla thru ya set, steppin on all ya OGs necks, Fuck protect
theres no defense that can stop my offense like Kobe, MCs know me, so they show me respect,
So Letha Dont Give Me Face before I backhand it off
U aint tough like leather, more of the opposite, u soft like cottonballs

why should I sit here n respond to your raggedy lines?
Why I feel I'm bein' forced or even con'd into dumbin' down mine?
that verse was a fuckin' set up... What'chu you got plottin in mind?
You had me so busy tryin' to decipher a lyrical crime I damn near forgot start typin' my rhyme
Why I feel like you dropped your shit and you're dependin' on luck?
Why I feel I you're the bad apple that spoils the bunch?
Why you called me out first, bitched bout droppin' 1st than act like you man'd up?
and you behind the keys so fuckin' much you never see the streets so why you speak so fuckin' tough?

The LLyRic's I ripped, I jumped from the titles King to the Lord, I control the hordes
Of the undead, I rise from the depths of the shadows to meet my battles
I never seen so much pussy except at a lesbian wedding recitle
While the Queen Montana kisses the worn and torn Leather in the middle of our battle
U wasted too much time writing that rhyme, while I only think mine in a blink of an eye
As I sneak from behind with a knife and silently execute this female canine
Im a versatile lyricist who never folds under pressure
A quick trip inside ya head, deep down inside Face knows Im better
Wait outside ya mom crib and ambush her in the dark, drag her body to a park
Stab her several times until her heart cease to beat, then Ill embark
On a trip to ya house, swift and quiet as a mouse, I dont pounce
Instead Ill dot u in the head repeatedly until Ive waste every ounce
Of ya precious life liquid, the thought is almost sickening
But it makes me anxious to envision this fanasty flickering
If u aint guessed by now, I dont really respect u much, u out of luck
So Ill disgrace yo name everyday in my little black rhyme book

You ain't rise from no depths or come from no shadows
You timidly crept out the closet and brought homo verses to a battle
Claimin' to be "quiet as a mouse" but make big noise like rats when you tattle
Steady lyin' through your mouth breath stanks of poise just waitin to get rattled
Can't believe this faggot admitted to attending gay weddings...
Probably only a matter of minutes 'til he's saying vow's at gay weddings
But Ishould jump off that shit cuz it's his personal choice
I just find it hard to grasp the fact he carry a purse and work the curb for the boys
He kick his raps with a lisp chapped lips spit out the bitch in his voice
I carry a nap sack full of clips his hold whips and mysterious toys
am i the only one who sees his verse is full of subliminal queerness(see quotes at bottom)
I just caught a case of homophobia, way to go Meth I was once literally fearless
sorry to expose to the whole group that you more pussy than cunt
but thats what you get when you play hard and someone sees through your front
G'head, disgrace my name a little,fuck it blast it all you want
but do my culture a favor -stop rapping cuz you a disgrace to hiphop

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never seen so much pussy except at a lesbian wedding

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worn and torn Leather in the middle

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I sneak from behind

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deep down inside Face

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drag

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Of ya precious life liquid

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makes me anxious to envision this fanasty

Well, verse 1 was unclear until you count the fact that Meth used the same tired ass concepts I used in my battle against Lethaface. At least he didn't use the "Pleatherface" punchline, but the cowhide thing, the Aesop thing (which he didn't really use as well as he could've)