Name: MetaSin, Loot From: Crew: HA!, TMU vs. Pivotal 05-11-2008 We went from 24 lines, to you editing that you were going to do 40 (which I never saw)... To PM'ing me that you were droppin 54 the day that the verse is do. Look... We agreed on 24, but you stacked up the garbage Providing undoubtable proof, why the 64 line max is retarded I already called the cops, cuz theres no connin me further Cuz they gotta find the bigger victims…the readers, or the concepts u murdered. You're overzealous n u been forcin up the text Take notes from FOX, If u decided to sitcom, with 24, it would’ve been more of a success It’s Delahoya vs. Forbes; u don’t need to be remembered You’re facin a champ, without ever being The Contender But now I’ll knock yo scared ass out, with a force that’s quakin… You’re so yellow, ya face’ll be on the canvas like a Warhol paintin Of course you’re hatin, and alone, so ur a nerd in the end even with Pi… you can’t find the area of his circle of friends I got pals and dime bitches, but you don’t stay with hoes Cats only see Piven an Entourage, watchin HBO… I set the stage to show; ur pretendin that you’ll push me Like u starred in Cats; after the theatrics, in the end you’re still a pussy… but never get any.. internet hoes all in ya dreams n you suck at pick n rolls; you don’t got a shot to score off of the screen You ain’t a pimp, your just a perv at night Playin the field, you must got a scarecrow, cuz there ain’t a bird in sight but I regret knockin up bitches, cuz I skate like your mother… I gave it to her , n made a pivotal mistake I’d beat it and mistreat it; insults made that hooker frown Call her Eight Bells, the way I rode her hard n put her down She’s the type to deep throat cock and skedaddle With a giraffe neck; That bitch is bottom of the barrell like she’s bobbin for apples You lost in this battle… weak shots causin ya doom Those misfires got u in a hole; it felt like I was watchin Platoon You must be high thinkin ya faggot ass still has a chance So to see foreign O, you’ll need 28 grams of grass from amsterdam It’s a fact that Im better as long as choosers are sober If they think u won, then Ionno whats more bent… the truth or the voters I play my cards right, n I see that this cat’s wack U’ll never win… so u’ll ‘push’ for a tie like breakin even in black jack cats are readin, like “that’s that.” Cuz you ain’t beatin me dude n sneakin in 30 extra lines just gave u more reasons to lose I’m eyein this geek from a level that he’s tryin to reach… you got my skill peaking… to see that you’re no longer tryin to cheat. So, I’m pushin ya wig back; this problem ain’t solved, P… Cuz, that hair-brained scheme bout to have you rockin a baldy With doctors in Awe, weak… like you got battered in a war But this English patient ain’t winnin no Accademy Award. I’m a Savage, but I’m bored; Theres no money in this lesson Pound for pound, This Brit ain’t raisin interest since my countries in recession… I’m like fuck it, I’ma end him, since his jealousy’s bulked He’s mad, and green with envy, lookin like the incredible hulk Ur destined to sulk, cuz I’m electric, while you just try to be But u short-circuited ya mechanics, explainin wire weak I got fire speech, while u get burnt from the penis your ride… You’re a man’s whore, and winnin here is easy as Pi. U don’t get the easiest pie; even skeezers know that you’re gay n If she’s a brick house, The Three Little Pigs’ Wolf gotta better chance to blow her away. get broken today; His ass'll get ripped a new hole too... cuz this chaps a dick... worse than too much friction with no lube.