complex....

I come armed-with-berrettas to harm-the-trendsetters///
I slap down your lyrics put my palm-to-your-letters///

that's a good ass start....

Ya pits-stink, ya-spits-stink, its instinct ya mad-at-me///
You write like the Bee Gees and your flows a fuckin ‘Tradegy’///

meh, that's alright I guess

I spit quick sporadically; MK fatality///
To want to battle COM ain’t dumb its insanity///

ok

The only grip you got on this battle is on ya shell-toes///
That post is more of a waste (waist) then where my fucking belt-goes///
I can’t write with pens I’m so hot the fucking felt-glows///
I’ll melt-those shell-toes turn them into sneaks with velcro///
My spits so thick its get stuck-in-tissue///
This punch line could miss and still fucking-hit-you///
I corrode-you-with-chemicals coz your ode-was-so-terrible///
I wipe the smile of your crew; leave you solo-hysterical///
You mean-to-cuss-me? need speed-to-rush-me///
You won’t like me when I’m mad; I turn green-and-muscley///
I’ll slaughter ya-order and kidnap ya-daughter///
You could have her back for one night but you still can’t afford-her///

the rest was ok, the whole verse was alright but not great

now XL....

I spit against you with your own elements//
I'll crush your style like 100 elephants.

complex's open was better

Thunder, lightning, rain and showers//
I'll use them against you until your pushing up flowers.

that wasn't too shabby, I kind a liked it

I heard in your into weird shit your talking kicks in your messages//
I heard you a freak smelling shoes for fetishes.

that's just silly

Well you gave me that line when shell toes you be talking//
I'll shove my size 12 so far up ur ass in your mouth i'll be walking.

haha, that's funny

You think your complex, na your simple//
I'll squeeze your brain through your eyes like im squeezing a pimple.

You couldnt absorb my skill, you gonna get beat up manthrax//
Cuz your about to get bloody soak it up like a tampax.

good stuff good stuff

I twist your set up back around against you//
You so dumb you dont realise that I just dissed you.

I heard you got mad dirty s.t.d.'s//
After all manthrax your half a disease. (manthrax = man + anthrax)

I think this dudes winnin, let's see....

The other half (man) you think you can be//
Never, cuz you replaced your dick with a pussy.

Your rhymes are fake as shit like silicone tits//
Now you've digested my style its given you the shits.

ok, both these dudes verses were alright, they both had some good lines in their stuff, I liked complex's start, but I liked XL's whole verse better than complex's

vote: XL

bye