Manhattan vs. Destroyer - OPEN FOR VOTES

Beretta · 11-14-2015, 11:19 AM

I love lasagna, but yo..

Get backhanded & slumped.. Glad-bagged then thrown in a trash can when I dump
Blat, blat - reenact Black Mass from the jump, pull out & let two semis split 'em.. Van Damme if he stunts
Bring in the gas masks & hazmats, mag' splatter ya guts
Mossberg open you up like an app; we can trade shot after shot, Snapchat w/ the pump
Let the pen game rip 'em apart, I'm MK Trilogy hard
You'll need an X-ray, I'm makin necks break spittin these bars.. a head case w/ an SK gripped in my palms
Watch ya whole chest cave in, bend blades into ya heart
Death Race whips & cigars.. they gon' call you "Meth Face" when I leave ya flesh grazed, splintered & scarred
This round I'll Johnny Cage 'em - let the shotty Rain 'til ya body's layin on the pavement
Finish him: Shao Kahn & Shang 'em & if I hear you got that Kang, then it's ya spot I'm Raiden
Not even God can save 'em.. you better hope that a hospital's near
'Cause I'll aim for ya head & the shots that I air'll remind 'em of Barry Bonds when they crossin ya ears
Shoot where ya abdomen's at 'til ya organs bleed.. a roarin beast, show you how an animal acts
Make it look like a horror scene in Jordan 3's; I'm War Machine - should be locked up for puttin my hands on a Mack
It's the Planet of the Apes; battle me on stage I'll let the caliber blow
Gat to ya scalp have ya brains splashin the crowd like watermelon at a Gallagher show

11-14-2015, 11:19 AM	#6
Beretta Sharpshooter Join Date: Oct 2015 Location: Cleveland Posts: 78 Rep Power: 3426723	I love lasagna, but yo.. Get backhanded & slumped.. Glad-bagged then thrown in a trash can when I dump Blat, blat - reenact Black Mass from the jump, pull out & let two semis split 'em.. Van Damme if he stunts Bring in the gas masks & hazmats, mag' splatter ya guts Mossberg open you up like an app; we can trade shot after shot, Snapchat w/ the pump Let the pen game rip 'em apart, I'm MK Trilogy hard You'll need an X-ray, I'm makin necks break spittin these bars.. a head case w/ an SK gripped in my palms Watch ya whole chest cave in, bend blades into ya heart Death Race whips & cigars.. they gon' call you "Meth Face" when I leave ya flesh grazed, splintered & scarred This round I'll Johnny Cage 'em - let the shotty Rain 'til ya body's layin on the pavement Finish him: Shao Kahn & Shang 'em & if I hear you got that Kang, then it's ya spot I'm Raiden Not even God can save 'em.. you better hope that a hospital's near 'Cause I'll aim for ya head & the shots that I air'll remind 'em of Barry Bonds when they crossin ya ears Shoot where ya abdomen's at 'til ya organs bleed.. a roarin beast, show you how an animal acts Make it look like a horror scene in Jordan 3's; I'm War Machine - should be locked up for puttin my hands on a Mack It's the Planet of the Apes; battle me on stage I'll let the caliber blow Gat to ya scalp have ya brains splashin the crowd like watermelon at a Gallagher show