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Just wanted to start this one of again cos it was my fave thread before the breakdown of this pile o shite site. Tell the person above you how you're gonna hurt 'em with the weapon they've left you. Then leave a weapon for the next man.
First weapon=a scaffolding pole |
i'll take that scaffolding pole,
smack ya in the face till ya look like bob dole, hurt ya so bad your face will be ceased, look like ya got the michael jackson disease, that's all i got to say so fuck this i'm done, next weapon i choose, is a fuckin water gun weapon = water gun |
I'm a drown this kid wit a water gun
I hope you can swim Cause I'm put my knee on ya throat And hold ya nose till ya lights get dim Then I'ma revive son and tell him i was full of it And I'm leavin handin the next kid a gun wit one bullet in it Next weapon = a gun wit one bullet in it |
I pull my nine out~aww fuck only 1 shot//
ohwell lets make sure it hurts~point it at ya crotch// I pull the trigga~u less of a man// for now on u gonna be known as~Lady,bitch,or yes ma'am// fuck I gotta go~the cops is coming quick// I guess I'll leave this body bag~detached from his dick// next weapon: a Booger |
LOL!!!!!!!! a booger......... aight then..... here goes....
Yo! fuck a gat, fuck a teck, fuck a looger, I'm bout to dead you with a booger, aim my nostril at you head like sharpshooters,/ and shoot it at your eye, to leave you blind/ now this gives an advantege, I can manage, to advance witout a sight and damege... the rest of your being, straight to your head and chest without your seing... Weapon: a wood chippper |
a woodchipper ok then
instead of slashin u wiv a knife im gna put u in a wood chipper n ur gna get shreaded like the victims of jack the ripper im gna let u know how it feels 2 b a tree wen u as a motha fukin mc get shreaded worst than saddam hussain n the nxt weapon up is a motha fukin crane |
im a fucking titan/
kick a crain over pic it up with my right arm/ implae u with the shit in a storm, incorage lightning/ as for fighting swing it by the camble like a nun chuck/ smack fraiser- with the -crane, cos he he said im fucked up/ next wepon - glass bottle |
hollow mottos and hoe's with no role models//
I'm slashin all ass with the shards of this glass bottles// encaving graves into pavement// behaving insane with a razor just for entertainment// erasers to my brain cuz they say I'm a derranged assailant// next: iron tooth pick |
iron tooth pick here we go
afta a 3 course meal theres summat in ur tooth n ur makin a deal i get the feelin ur goin 2 cry so i grab an iron tooth pick n stick it in ur eye rip it out n shove it dwn ur throat or an otha option is 2 feed it 2 ma goat nxt weapon- a car |
mc-killabeats, shit ya rilla-weak.//
shouldn't speak, come on pussy let's take this shit to the streetz.// I'm over here in my auto-mobile, revin' the rpm to like 7 gz.// got 'cha heart beatin' like it shouldn't be.// pop the gear from p to d, watch ya run ya rear faster than d-baily in tha 100 meet.// trip over your own two feet and bring on your own defeat.// tell the police... yo, it wa'n't me....// next weapon..... metronome |
i got two many weapons so ima name only a few
the one's that are detramental to when i slay my victims in 2 the new kid on the block quickly learned bout my 50 some glocks hit him up in the spot, body froze almost hard as a rock i dont mention to few that murderous weapons i take for granted ever rarely get affected when dealing with knives and its great grand selection this cat's attention when he spoke to the devil was to release an strangeful wraght through a revil now when we talk about the tools of all weapons i receade through evil and rule a high forcefull level |
Illusionist you have missed the function of your voice here/
It's to diss and dismiss with THEIR weapon of choice dear/ Instead you cheated, still defeated cos now the metronome is mine/ I've watched you trip, get a grip, here, now learn to keep time/ Click, click, click metronome? No it's your glock running on empty/ But the magazine's still full, you're just dumb, forgot the safety/ I'd make you choke on this thing, but you're already choking/ Pretend I'm only joking, reel you in then give your eyes a good hard poking/ Finally I'd give you some timekeeping enemas/ Clickety click goes your ass, walk in time, mc stabilizers/ After six months training, all hope waining, I leave you to die/ N for the next sucka to step up, hurt me with hot apple pie/ Next weopon=hot apple pie...............be gentle. |
hot apple pie? i handle guys and squads and rip flesh cause with or without a pastrie u will be chin checked/respect the kid that spit flames and busts/ out with apple type liquid jealous the dutch/please believe when i bust it/ its blown like combustion i rather just throw u in the oven/believe this i seize rap u dont get me/ im a rocker with crocker the type to jealous betty/so get past it believe that u blasted and when i finish pie ill beat ur ass with fruit baskets/ask it! peace
Next weapon=easy one.........mic chord |
you spit ur style like your gaggin for air/mic cord wrapped round your neck wit a glazed out stare/ill eat through your style like your hot apple pie/chord around your neck wit the mic in ur eye/next time you fuck wit me bring a cordless mic/cuz u sound like a younging wit training wheels on his bike/
next weapen= a tampon |
a tampon lol...
I grab a punk~and made him eat the tampon// shit was covered in blood~from the periods tantrum// the smell nearly killed him~so I had to punch him a little// the girls pussy musta been skunked~cause his face was in the shitter// so I left the scene of the crime~with the tampons wrapper// left a tape worm on the floor~from the cows crapper// next weapon: 20 inch tape worm |
Choke around ya neck wit somethen so stern//
Somethen wiggely and slippery and known to squirm// Have it wet and firm// You can't wait to learn// On how in ya esophagus, I'll place a 20 inch tape worm// Next Weapon: Razor blade Razh |
it just like twix son i do pack 2,my gats will blast u/
desert eagles is fithycalibur to leave u lookin like a statue/ all stiffed up, catch a bucfithy from ya face up/ be damn if u don't want my tek to spray da place up/ have u lookin like a case on dat unsolved cut/ scooby doo ass nigga wit a dick in ya butt/ see its 1 fithy,2 macs my snubnose spit quickly/ 22 is fo bitchs gettin slugs from tre80's/ damn dem some nice holes in ur mercedes/ was it from a 4 pound r that 12 gaude baby/ gettin off slittin from ear to ear i learned a tactic from haeties/ |
(HOW COME SOME PEOPLE DONT MENTION THE NEXT WEAPON OR DONT RAP ABOUT THE WEAPON THEY ARE SUPPOSED TA TALK ABOUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
yo yaw really wanna know why nelly wear that fuckin band-aid, i gashed n scared that nigga while striking with my razor-blade, i'm mo ruthless then a mercenery who remains un-paid, enough said, time fo slashing, time fo u to cop a thrasing, first niggaz used ta used it to cut off facial hairs, now people use it n leave victims bloody like they got mauled by bears, lil boys like filthycalbur use it n shead himself ta tears, some people carry one to show ruggedness to they peers, a common household item but its sumthin some men fear. next weapon: a bottle of kerosene and 5 matches (and no disrespect to filthycalibur its just that he wasnt rappin bout tha right topic) ------------------------------------------------------------------------- son that was hype, keep yo flow tight, u got yo game on right _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ **>!<tRiLL\[S]/eMcEE>!<** |
You see me incognito trailing through this teen like butter
Trill get's soaked in kerosene, unanswered prayers he starts to stutter I mutter and throw the matches, i don't strike cos i don't need flames I Open mic him, make the sparks fly, you play with fire you get burned in rap games Put him out with piss and safe his life, "i didn't want to see you dead" I change my mind then take one step back, my size tens stamp through his head. ....Ugh, that was uuuugleee. No beef Trill, JK. Peace. Next weapon=An eightball in a sock Hurt me hurt me!!! |
i was playin pool with my mans, nothin serious/
then i got drunk delirus, drink spiked wasnt here things/ the cat played me for money, i was to drunk to disagreee/ hes winnning me, money gone, they all dissin me/ so i fell to floor boards, pulled my shoes and socks offf/ grabed the 8 ball, didnt hesitate at alll, socked his jaw/ nocked him back for 6, aww, then grabbed the 7/ bout to give him another fix but he had gone to heaven/ thats when i saw the boys in blue role up, bust in/ how would u feel if he had poisend you?shit! they bustin!/ i was surounded by the team en.. people started screaming/ swung the sock round my head fast prepelled myself to freedom/ next - pool cue |
carve a pool cue out of timber bamboo/
and when i hit choo i promise you'll develop into/ a giant kangaroo wit one a tennis shoe/ don't misconstrue the angle of view/ i'll grab a gat like tech 9 and bust it at you/ |
niggaz duck fo cova when i grab my tech nine,
hear that cockin check yo lyrics boy cuse i aint gotta check mine, stick u up infront a the po station then walk away calmly with yo shyne, now its time to exersice my weapon, the 9 to yo head homie now tell me where u reppin, now i'll explain, why u aint gunna feel no pain, cuse for a fraction of a second u'll feel the burning in yo brain, now i gots ta maintain, my anger cuse i aint no stanger ta danger, with my nine homie i mite have ta rearrange-ya... next weapon: toothbrush |
scatter and move as I bust with a tooth brush//
jabbin stabs suicidally accidental the roof crushed// jaws snapped n crack waste developed from wack taste// unflossed plaque encased a gum cap at the lack to smack paste// that one was difficult... next one: acidic mace |
as i grab my acidic face n get ready ta burn yo face,
the liquid seep through the cloth go inta yo mouth ruin yo sense of taste, now i dont know whats gunna take effect first, u can get burned or get knocked unconsious, the po's usin it on my people fo causin ruckus, fuck yaw suckaz, i'm a snatch it from ya n spray ya dont tempt-me, to use every drop until empty, then u get left screamin n gaspin fo air, then before u pass out get a glimpse of my face does it look like i care. next weapon: fork (a sharp fork not 1 of those blunt/plastic ones on planes) (that wasnt that good) |
im at the dinner table and some load mouth want it/
im glad my fork wasnt blunted when i grabbed it and lunged in/ smacked him inthe stomach i lost it - impaled in/ inside him my hand hunted, whoops puled out his intestin/ next - his intestine |
Who the fuck does he think he's testen?//
I'll rip through his chests' flesh and down to his intestines// I think he's guessen, I'll be the one resten// Large and small long tubes is what I'm messen// Sick disection, cutten open his belly and fucken rip out his inestines....... Next Weapon: pillow Razh |
i walk in the bedroom, shes sleeping, sheel be dead soon/
grab my pice, must of droped it look for the bottle with the x on/ lost the poisen too, must of been when i jumbed through the back yard/ oh shit a disturbance, her man comes in tryin to act hard/ i grab the nearest thing, the pillow, she was still sleaping/ she should be glad cos she didnt have to witness the severe beating/ now the feathers flying all over, she still hasnt awoke/ so i put the case round her throat, she started to choke/ and there was no strugle, her blue face should of been red/ what a waste of time the bitch was already dead!/ next - dead bodie |
bored ill do my own...
i got bodies in my basement on meat racks they dangle/ fuck with me ill grab them by they arms, swing hit u with there ankles/ fill slit they throat pump there legs, squirt blood in ur eye/ strangle you with some poor bastards spine till u can join them and die/ next - anthrax inna hanky |
anthrax in a hanky, if my momma found i was dealin with shit liek that she'd probably spank-me,
now some people thank-me, how i take care of they enemies, the white powder take care all my felonies, now its like entaties afta me, cuse there's always someone in the shadow, now i cant be prepared if i'm scared, but i protect myself by wearing a suit of anthrax, i'm a put it in yo machine n then it'll be on yo fax, i got powder ot the max and i aint afraid to use-it, u can get some in yo bandanna so it'll seep throw yo skin, n amke it burn now its my turn, to use my hankey to kill some mtuha fuckaz, haha here i come sukaz. next weapon: a butter knife |
fuck the gat i'ma strangle ya throat/ use my mind to plot the theme and make it a murder scene/ im gifted in rap, wit elaborate subject matters that dont lack/ hands as fast as my flows that peeps know cant control/ i swear on tha existence of elohim, my evil sins/ descend on vision-full men, then my mystical skin/ mirrors harmful exposure towards enemy explosions/ im explodin...
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where the hell is the next topic?..
Razh |
next topic...dog shit
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haha thats a tuff one oh well..
fuck gats n glocks i got my dog shit, leave yaw stinky when u get hit, nigga u get left all smelly, shit stains on yo pelle pelle, sorta smells like the expired meat in the deli, u stuntin oh really, let me get my ammo dog poo, n i'm a bout to hit u, with-it now i be waitin fo my dog ta shit-it, so i can get ammo now some people leave it burning in bags, i choose to slang it at yo doo-rag, punk mutha fuckaz dont wanna fuck with my (dog)shit, get yo whole house filled from celin to basement if u slip. |
Post the next weapon in your post dumbass
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smith and wessons when yall gonna learn ya'll lesson/
messin with this AK 1s ima leave ya'll stunned/ this shit aint fun ima go off wit the gun/ shot ya ass in the face wit no trace of any rum/ fuck ya vest ima penetrate ya chest/ grab the throne like i was "will" and it began with the "smith"/ from beg. to end back to beg. |
YEA WHATS the weapon,
my bad fo not writin the next weapon |
I did'nt flow on here yet
but I say the next weapon is WEED SMOKE I'll flow on whatever the next weapon is WESTSIDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
yo when i take a toke from the bong n puff out my smoke can no one find-ya,
straight in yo eye to blind-ya, no need to remind-ya, what i can do while the smoke appears, this grey matter is what every man fears, as i pack mo in the cone piece i take a drag n feel the inner peace, leave the po's in a grey fog confused, gets my homies amused, how the dea cant see thru, we all blaze up blunts cuse we aint got nuthin else ta do. Next weapon: brass knuckles |
fine no one online i'll reply to my own weapon........
yo when i got my brass knuckes, i'm ready ta punch any pussy nigga who chuckles, at my direction nigga u best betta get yo face protection, cuse i leave it indented i'm tempted, to put on the knucks n punch-ya leave a bruise, yaw cant fight back whats the use, u know u gunna loose, man the situation get so bad i have ta go to po interviews, leave yaw outcold fo months like yo entaties got knocked the fuck outta uz, now an axe (next weapon) be the latest street news |
I dont like to ask
But I'll axe a question when I'm swinging for your legs I'll cause U indigestion Never use a mask cuz I'm aimin for your face Choppin like a butcher never leaving a trace All the guns and ammo cant hold me when I got the cammo and I'm swingin free Better start running when you hear Havana man coming Get your FLASHLIGHT(next weapon) cuz its Dark when I'm hunting |
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