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Aiight so I'm lifted, right... I'm staggering gone// But I'm focused enough... That I can bash you with this glass water bong// Beating you till it shatters... Over the top of your dome// Bloodying the carpet... Even if it's in my mother's home// Now it's in shards... I'm still holding the lower in my grip// Shove the rest of what I'm holding... three inches below your lower lip/// Next: Paper. Be creative. |
Step To Me Anf Get Ripped, Like A looseleaf Sheet,
I'll Kill It Accapella Cuz I'm Ill Wit No-Beats// <i never lost..beat lol I'll Rip Any Kid, Cuz I'm Sick Wit The Paper And Ink, Wanna Go..??I'll Give Ya My Brain So You Can Really Think/ haha Next Weapon: Condom |
Fuck dis cat, Im On a GFX anti Campaign
Might as well Fold at this Hand of Life, Like a Paper airplane I distroying Yha life, like Getting Hit by express Train While you Sleep, Break yah face, and rip yah Testicular Vein Tie you Down while you Dream, about Do'Nuts Spit My Firs Verse, Then take the Paper, kill you with Paper Cuts NEXT WEAPON: PATRIOT MISSLE.. lol.. |
Oh fuck i guess we posted a response to the same thing.. shit.. Oh well Contiune with
Weapon: PATRIOT MISSLE |
I Hate This Bitch Dude, Rip The Wing Of A Patriot Missle Sharpin The Blade And Rip Through Ya Tissue/
This Kid Aint This Issue, Im Just About Buckz, Takein The Missle And Use It to Blow Ya House Up/ Display Ya Pride, Pick Up The Fragments In A Bag And Throw It Back Wit A Grenade Inside/ Leavin Ya Face Gone, So Bloody Like Sombody Used A Knife And Ya Face Was A Gong/ Weapon: Mailbox |
i take the mail out of the mailbox and give you paper cuts
then stab u with the flag thing until i see your blood and guts metal or wood, your mail box nice and strong and i just drank red bull so i can beat you nice and long then the post that holds up the mail box, i stab you like buffy i hit you in the same place until you nice and ugly i left you unrecognizable. i leave no traces, they cant even get fingerprints i cant wait to look for my next victim when the mail comes again weapon of choice::: a toaster |
A toaster? Hehe.
Aiight so I seen this movie... And I'm about to take after it// Run in the kitchen... And grab the first thing to bash you with// A Toaster?... What the fuck do I expect to do with this?// I'll just come at you and beat your face... Untill you're fluid-less// And while your on the floor... Drag you, then lift you into the tub// And drop the toaster in the batwater... While the shit's plugged/// Next: Pills. Have fun. |
Make You Take Pills Till Ya Gag, That I Promise This Guy
Ducktape Around Ya Mouth So You Choke On Ya Vomit And Die Droppin Em Down A Tube Till Ya Air Passage Got Bulk N Buldge Add Valumes Wit Lube, Drownin This Dude, Till His Throat Explodes This Is Less Than Fair, Shovin Pills Down Ya Throat Fast Like Pressured Air, Till Ya Turn Blue And Plummit, Wait Till Ya Breathens Finished, Till Ya Capacity Exceeds Its Limit And Ya Ameno Acid Burns Threw Ya Stomache Damn I Couldnt Think Of Much.. Next Weapon- An Incense |
Hehe.
"Stop saying you're telling my mother... That we're smoking in here!"// So I light an incense... To put a better smell in the air// But this nigga just won't shut up... So I feel I'll have to force him.// I shove a lit incense up his ass... Like some home remedy abortion.// Take like seven jasmines out the bag... Light them all at the same time// Then shove the flames down his throat... Now he'll never say rhymes// That was wack. Next: A Leather Wallet. |
Incence is burnin, but he's lyin - he didnt kill nobody,
Incest is more the story, fucked his sister, he's so damn horny... I'm flicking through my wallet, slap u upside the back of your head, Yo, I just expected it to hurt, but you went and died instead, So I shrug, saves me a job at least, on ur grave it reads "accidentilly deceased" But it wasnt my fault, I tell the court, they dont believe me! But I knew, my own wallet wouldnt decieve me, They took it into ferensic analysis, Came back and told me I must have hit some callousis, Told me the back of your skull was soft yo, I said it was like your rhimes, ya had no flow, They laughed and I was claimed me innocent, told me I could go! The next fucker can try kill me with a toenail clipping, ho! |
well then, the next fucker is me, and u kno how i play
grab da toenail clipper, and send "ALBI", to a early grave rest without peace fucker, as i put u real deep 6 feet in da ground, bitch time to go to sleep imma File her nose, and even the bitch out whip off the filthy blood, streaming down her mouth im freddy krueger, i kill in da worst possible ways october 31st, imma mask up, and u wont sleep for days plottn out my plan, as i leave u without a brain u scarecrow bitch, when i kill u,they gon think im insane but i dont care, thats the shit u left me, so im rippin get 'Technical' like 'Pippen', and burry the toenail clippings the next nigga can work wit a IRON, flatten me out, i dont care |
yo i'll cut your ass hol in half with a raser glass pass me the mic an let conplex texts bounce in front of the sreen fuck yall be finshed with laser beams
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niggas thees days be so week that i kick them in the nees and they start to bleed i feeed fule to bullys that hate me but all i really do is make them masterbate me
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People Keep Forgetting To Leave A Weapon
Weapon: Rubber Band |
yo this gonna be some weak shit right here...i got some freestyler's block..
wrap it around my hand and flick that fuckin rubber band double homicide..bounce offa you, kill anotha man stretch it back and shoot you like a schoolboy wit a hornet you mighta complained but your fuckin throat got torn bitch straight to your esophagus like the apocalypse, i aint monotonous but step to me and receieve a fuckin supersonic twist and in the public bathroom you pissed off the toilet scrubber cos you kept spillin your blood all over the fuckin band- rubber next weapon- a lit cigarette |
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