yo we battlin it on the street u throw yo sonic boom,
i jump outta yo way blast yo with my hadouken of doom,
any punk mutha fucka frontin gunna cop a SORUKEN,
fuck that no time i'm a just hit u with my fire + energy haduken,
kickin it with my g ken, we study the same technique,
power up with double the force when we double team,
stupid nigga that aint no high H2 beam,
its my hadouken comin to K.O u in less then 60 secs,
knock u to the ground blast sum battles on the way and smash the lenz of yo specs.

(only ppl who played st fighter will get this)
next weapon: a cactus leaf

u leff me a cactus leaf, nigga i don even gotta practice see/
im da master, cut u up, have u bendin backwards g/
im packin 3, actually i gotta lot more of these cactus leaves/
keep playin stree fighter, im switchin to da action league/
who's faster den me, quickly dispose of u, dats how my tactics be/
u a voluntarily impaled person, a canceled VIP like pamela lee/
im starin down at yur bleedin ass, noddin my head, sayin bastard please...
whooaaa did i rip dat shit or wa???

--nex weapon: ice pick..

i'll take an ice pick and shape u into a sculpture/
u feed off other niggas raps, a lyrical vulture/
hack away at ur torso my hands feelin numb and sore but u even more so/
rip pieces of flesh of ya chest and the rest/
dump ya body in the basement leave it to infest/
givin somethin for the maggots and rats to digest

next weapon--rottweiler

yo it's me and i don't even got ta beat ya/
get my dog sick em and he'll fukin eat ya/
after u half dead we have a lil fun/
hang ya upside down and let him bite ya son/
he chewed ya arm off so now we playin fetch/
damn it's kinda nasty all dem biteholes in yo chest/
ma rotweiler pissed on ya now cuz u his property/
he don't want no snacks no more he don't even bother me/
when i come outside 2 day's later he was whinin/
cuz there no more left i killed ya without even tryin/
but the worst part all of dis/
my dogs sick cuz yo body's in his shit/
and the next day i come out like damn what a "bitch"/
cuz when i walk by in her shit is yo dick/
next weapon: a video game against a guy who has seizures(they say video games can cause seizures)

wuts the next weeapon ass common follow the rules^^^^^^

young soulja savage/
pickin these dumb niggas like cabbage/
like a hunter stickin up rabbits/
fuckin faggots/ they think they can master the technique/
droppin more heat to/ put the lesser competitive to defeat/
i keep my mind goin off the hydro/
i aint packin gats/ im packin flames of pyro/
are you ready to die though/
cus this time imma make shure/this round is finished/
turn the tables and leave your mind spinning/

next weapon kitana

kitana....i dont get it...isnt that a charactor from mortal combat

fuckin hell ppl need to explain what thier weapins are........

fuk it (i think a kitana is a sword)
next weapon-oscar statue

Id like to thank my family, my friends, the director/
and take this award and stab it into the sector/
of ur brain that keeps u sane, til u go insane/
and hang urself in chains/
the crowd goes in awe and gets all verbal/
while Richard Gere is yellin', he craps out that gerbil/

next weapon=gerbil

fgee had it

How many ways can I get u wit' a gerbil?//
Stick it in ya mouth and watch ya cheeks turn purple//
I think that I'm ready for combat//
Got what the Don's lack I need some real contact//
Put it up ya ass how you gonna react?//
Was about to put on Willard 'til I heard he was a rat//
Duct tape up ya ass 'cause he try'na escape//
It's scratching out ya rectum no time to deficate//
Have it travel North then headin' back South//
Eat ya inside and out then evade through ya mouth.

Next Weapon: A pair of Air Force Ones

fuck a mic a line a ryhme an a beat jus remember when u see me on tha street that on muh feet are those airforce heats//
lemme find u in tha streets ill stomp u into a bloody pile of meat//
take a seat while i flo to this beat its sort of unique an when I spit it u cowards know that its me the other white boy... whos slinging heat//makin u faggots become meek
thats what I seek a fuckin battle feat now the next line I speak
gives u tha next weapon emcee its some concrete//

i ram yo head into concrete, then stomp u with my feet,
just imagine runnin into a concrete wall yo brains would splatter,
bones would shatter, wearin a helmet woudlnt matter,
i throw a concrete block thru yo wind screen,
die screamin like wakin up from a bad dream.

next weapon: popscikle stick