Manhattan vs. Destroyer - OPEN FOR VOTES

[Beretta]

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

[slech]

I feel for this guy cuz he thinks for real that he's fly
but u gonna question if u really slick Rick, when I put this steel to ur eye

dirty doc brown, my smock's brown, & if my porn trends & longitude's uncertain
u'll find me in a delorean w/ the fusion conversion looking for born again confused young virgins
u prolly hate da god cuz I create the drama, but w/ my ancient knowledge - I could shake out Lama
drop pain upon ya, like a blazing sauna, while I make lasagna & bang ya mama in kanye's pajamas
I'm armed and pissed, retarded bitch... u come around here startin shit...
I'll put more metal in ur mouth than when boba fett fell into the sarlac pit

vs

Originally Posted by Beretta

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
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

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

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

mvgt manhattan on this. I felt was came more aggresive with it