I'll use my battle Axe and let you try and advance
chop off your head like a chicken doing da dance
my weapons jus like Soul Calibur, but you still alive?
I guess you wanna have to scream before you die
i'm your executor and last color you seen is red
with a dismembered body including your head

next weapon: grenade

STOP, Throw off my back sack.
Reach in, pull out ma fukin Grenade pack..
Wipe the sweat off ma chin, grip the pin.
Man you know how long its been....
Last thing you'll see is bits of frag metals..
*!!BOOM!!*
Now youre in hell pickin satan's flower petals.

^DAMN THAT SHIT WAS TIGHT^..lol

nxt weapon: Cattle Prod

Look at this kid mooin like he knew..
Hit him with the cattle prod he's threw..
I know this cow is mine cause he's branded..
He's got the diseas that makes him stranded..
Take him to the slaughter house to spil his brain..
Let his own daughter pull the trigger to ease her pain..
But he's already dead, a cattle prod stuck in his head..
A cow that was over fed, got a diseas with no med..

Next Weapon = Remot

With my universal remote I sign on to your channel
I reached murder she wrote and your names on the panel
The victim of fantasy and an overactive womans imagination
Hit the mute n let me listen 2 the body language of the generation
This is getting boring watching you get abused in evry thriller evry hour
So time to let you die in the receses of my mind after trigger finger hits power
The bell tolls for you my friend join your TV classics your first pilot didnt make it

WEAPON:HATRED

im accused of crimes protected by due process
you commercial emcees and my opinions of how it progressed
you ruined the good name of hip-hop and sick beats
shit when we bumped, nobody would know it in the streets
but now it seems like hip-hop is all detrimental
bling bling, ice, cars, and platinum in the dental,
my hate for what is fake reenacting instrumentals,
echoing it in the tracks and sampling like it’s a rental.
you fake emcee, hip-hop world needs to reiterate,
what hip-hop is now, its new progression brings me to tears
springing from the original founders, hip-hop it needs a new slate
Originated from true hip-hop started by pioneers.

Fuck mainstream.
Fuck commercial.
Fuck the fake.
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J-Dilla the Killa.

Next Weapon: Paper