In my closet there lies a 3 piece suit
Let me put that shit on and lace up my boots
Grab the hanger and straiten it out
The dice your shit up like sour-krout
Or I'll wind it 'round your feet...make you walk the plank
I'de laugh with my homies once your shit sank
I'm deft with my hanger like it ain't no thang
then I'll fold it back up and leave my suit to hang.

Weapon: rubberband

I put rubberbands on my wrist ta remind myself of tha killas,put'em on thumbs,flickin at niggas off buildins.Don't care if I hurt feelins say sumthin back,bitch I want you to.I 'll strach you out and fling you to Aobudobe like Garfield would do.I don't think nobodies feelin you,don't really care if you feelin me.T.I. put'em on his money I like to use mines fa weaponary.Put holes whoevery step ta me,seal you up is what tha doctor do.I murk yo azz wit a rubberband cause yall piss on yaself if I hold tha glock to you.

Weapon: Phone cord

blaze up while im home alone bored/
thinkin of crazy shit like chokin a hoe wit a phone cord/
i thought of it so u kno i meant this/
make a noise in the backyard so i can break thru her front entrance/
dont matter if she freeking wit somebody/
cause ill choke her wit her phone cord even if she speaking with somebody/

weapon:tree branch

I run straight fo' a tree and snap off the largest branch
Swing it at you and blast you to the nearest ranch
Hop on a horse and joust you into the deepest lake
We can all see how your one of the biggest fakes
Next day I'll go fishing and end up pulling in you
Take out my ol' branch and stab it right in you

Edit: Forgot next weapon
Wooden Sword

*grabs the shit*

i got da wooden sword he left, but i dont like it
imma splinter stab this nigga, and start a crew riot
whipe da blood off, folks calln me JASON, JASON
so i put da mask on, and watch JRAD start racing
...(wait, this kat tryna be "J DOT") now im mad, but he cant be shot, cause da bitch sword he left me, cant even kill PAC
so fuk it, now a nigga gotta use his bare hands
now he really scared have him runnin up walls like that man (in his avatar)
so i finally catch him, best believe i choke this fukn liar
and drop the sword which turns into a fukn metal wire

METAL WIRE

(dont hurt me, lol)

Metal wire wrapped around Dots neck he pops head,
Blood spurts all over, but wait, I aint gon stop yet.
After garroting this faggot up to the point of death.
Cut ure air, while Im overflowing with joy in stepping on ya neck.
Blood puddles, I plugged ya easophagus leaving bubbles,
Killing ya gay drop, JDots blocked with a thug muzzle.
So with life-lingering, I stick wire in ya retinas
The shits rusty, so i know u'll die slow from the tetanus

Next weapon: Butterfly knife

posters beware i'm killin yah future wifes/
all it's gonna take a few slips of a buttahfly knife/
snip cut slash not a straight blade it's got serated edges/
chop the bodies and hide em' in yah garden hedges/
read your fortune and your life line is thin/
set you ass ablaze till all thats left is your fallen brim/

next weapon a blues clues VHS tape

you a bluff ya punches hit like pillows, make you watch the tape that enough should kill you/
Deranged i attack, beat you over the head wit it till ya cranium crackz/
It Aint No Thing Ill Mangle You bitch, Smash you with it till the tape breakz n use the footage to strangle you with/
Blues Clues Who Knew It Was An Assault Weapon,Rap It Around Ya Kneck Over The Crackz In San Fran, Than Throw You In When Tha Fault' Stretches/

Weapon-Unlit Ciggerette

I'll take an unlit cigerette an stick it up this nigga noise
an so he can't breath I'll tape his mouth an his other nostrol close,
Makin sure this nigga die I'm a tie his ass up
Put a cigerette in tha tape so I can burn his ass up,
One wrong or suddent move I'm a ignite this shit
A close casket funneral wit an unlit cigerette on top of it.

Next Weapone:Weed

Wats that u wanna come smoke... well ok as long as u dont choke~
Ill go and roll up a blunt... U just wait here then in 15 come round 2 da front~
Well go in my whip... but ill drive cuz this shits gauranteed to make u trip~
Ill be sparkin da green... why would u come wit us ur only thirteen~
U hit it and cant breath... i told u nigga if u gonna choke then just leave~
Leave u out in the street... u trippin off one hit and u dont feel the heat~
Now u layin on the sidewalk... wanna call for help but u cant talk~
All the peeps around just gawk... at the nigga whos goin into shock~
Dehydrations settin in... all of a sudden ur world begins to spin~
Death is visitin ur ass... wats it all from a lil bit of puff puff pass~

next weapon: staple remover

You don't flow-2-crazy, if it takes a blunt to murder a loser//
My weapon of choice is staple removers, 5 at least for each finger like Krueger//
While fingering your mommy dearest scraping her uterus//
Listening to the Mobb's Murder Muzik licking her boobs and ish//
I'm ripping any child prodigy leaving internal bleeding as I screw the chick//
Plastering imprints of what should of been pertruding through her bellys upper skin//

next weapon: jump rope

Like Paraplegics, Everybody Challengin Me Isn't Gonna Hop Out Alive,
Cuz My Hops Sting Kid, Like Jump Ropes Right By A Behive/

Next Weapon- A C.D. lol

Listen to these wack cats tracks not even on my level
Play dat shyt backwards n they speakin like tha devil
They CD's is enuff to make u wanna hunt-em-down
Shoot dat shyt up in da air n fuckin gun-em-down
Kids nowadays rap about guns, i'll kill u wit ur own mix
I wouldnt even rob ya shyt, im better off sellin chocolates

next weapon: chop sticks
^^lmao i had chinese

Chokin This Guy While He Hop Dicks, Ya Word Was Chop Stick, So I Stick Both In Ya Eye/
Revokin Ya Pride, You Lost This Fair, Pull One Outta Ya Eye, Stab Ya Throat Wit It Till YOu Die From Loss Of Air/
We All Fucking Hate You Bitch, And Fuck A Chop Stick, Ill Use The Plastic It Came It To Suffocate You With/

Next Weapon: Glass Ash Trey

you pissin me off thinkin i'm soft at the bar/
searchin for all the weapons round me that ain't far/
well i got my beer bottle at the ready and full throtle/
even a bowl fulla peanuts that i'll prolly make you swallow/
but wait boom glass ash trey impressioned on yah face/
so deep that it won't come clean like the new version of Mase/
again with the glass ash trey hittin from yah head to yah waist/
blood flowin i'm duckin the cops cus now your bodies been placed/
closed casket cause the glass ash trey left no face/

next weapon is homemade water bong