i can kill with anything...even a fuckin shoe/
take out the lace and strangle the shit out you/
sucker punch you and make you chew on the tongue of da AND 1/
lay you on the ground and an ant crawls on you...the ANT WON!/
i gag your fuckin throat and leave you breathless in the gutter/
you surviin is like gettin a picture with a closed shutter/

next weapon:pop can

i call my boy lenny cravitz because jimi hendrix is dead,
this crazy dude come round an smash a guitar ova ya hed/

the so much blood an shit, i cant see nothin but one thing,
this silver thing shining, through the comotion, a guitar string/

now i kno lenny dont hit hard, so i take the string to ya like cheese,
an cut every portion of your body up, so ur unrecognizale, from over the knees/

next weapon:A evil curse

I.m gonna take a pole and whack you in the face
than gonna rip you a new hole, and fill it up with mace
if that pole still not bloody, than I.ll go full-out almost crazy
Shove it down ya throat hoping that you.d choke
It.d feel to you like that dick you suck and stroke
I hope that pole be made of lead, cuz it.d be easier to get it through ya head
Lots of bllod I.d bet you shed, cause now you fucking dead

Next weapon.. a pair of sunglasses

Infact son, i got this carbon scratin to give me satisfaction..
As a distraction so i can crack some an get this verse into action...
I fragment this lead up yo ass so you can drop heavy shit..
these demented lyrics leave you wishin u had some clever wit...

I inject this pencil lead so deep in ya head..
It goes thru to the bed leavin you dead...

next wepon....Obetrise's ass cheeks!!!

put ur face between the cheeks, wit ur nose in the crack/
kick u in the stomach, have u suckin shit out of that/
no longer breathin air, and u can only talk shit/
ur lucky im not allowed to kill u wit his black ass dick/
have eat the salad, fuck tossin that bitch/
suffocattin from deep throatin a 10 inch shit/


the next weapon is... The Professor, that white boy from And1, and its not a ball or a shoe, its the actuall person....

Come battle me...I wont even use a pencil with lead ))((
I'll call my homie Professor to dribble the ball off your head ))((
Call on the feds...you can't use that ass a deadly weapon ))((
My homies white...they pickem up...only to bring'em to the car he left in ))((
We smoke some sess man...the officer said he'd even provied the discount ))((
Now me an the Professor are smokin tax free blunts...how does that sound ))((


EDIT****My bad...forgot the next weapon

Next Weapon: Digital Camera

I'll gash ya with a camera showin off my stamina never stop'n cause I can't stand ya
I plan ta grab the digy afta I took pictures of your girl when I kid napped ha
the films like a neuce and I kill make ya squeal like a goose, or pig
I'll get rid of you phony's faster than all dig, grab the bottle let's all swig
to cellebrate the disembowelment I comitted with my picture taker
stab hols in your head with it and shake ya brains out like a salt shaker
I pull out the lense, slice you at all ends then stick in in your veins like a syringe
get the buttons and shove um up your ear, then go back to your house and drink your beer

next: my dick not yours, sorry

chameleon dick so small ya shocked wen seein it an ya brain relapse/
with such a 'small subject' i've been given, im brutal with it causin heart attacks/

but on some real shit though, if his dick was big, he giv ya some deep throat/
an keep it in their so long, you eventually, go blue~pass out an choke/

i take back all the hate im expressin, with a weapon so shit, that it cause depression/
so i'ma let the next get hav a gift. a weapon of so much power, it bring about no messin/

next weapon=gods hand

my bad on the whole breakin the rules thing indeed.....



iron spiked gloves? that shits too easy,one shot'll leave ya wheezing/
discontinue breathing, and puncture ya spleen/
matter of fact, i'll take the spikes off and beat u with fists/
kill u with ease, but keep punchin till i break my wrists/
battle myself so i can meet u in the afterlife and be like, "guess what, its Me Again bitch/
you'll bleed again quick, ya corpse'll lie twice as deep like in a 12 foot ditch/...


kinda nurserrhymish...whaatever..

next weapon: infusion bball

I stick that infusion ball up your ass half way in..
So half is stickin out and half is stickin in and then...
Kick you in the stomach so it pops out and then I stick it in again.
Keep this going from a.m. til about a quarter pass 10....p.m.
Til Im tired of pushin it in.
And your assholes torn all the way to where your balls end..
And the blows to the abdomen bruise your intestines.
Make it difficult for a nigguh to digest anything..
Scared to death to even eat collect spit and end up swallowing.
Cause anything processed your butt'll drop in blood clots..
Don't get it confused this aint no 7 day theory like TuPac
I fuck bitches up like 2 cocks and nigguhs fear me like 2 gloks..
I'll tighten your ass up like tube socks
Gotchu grinding your teeth at punchlines like smokin crack rocks..
Consider this a bitch slap if you talk back....


Next weapon: 1 sock and 3 D batteries....

Nah...Thats Ok..I'll take the mic to...
Stick it in the hole I piss through....testin testin one two....
So when I fuck your moms in the ass my rymes come out tight...
You been wanting to grab the mic..
But when you spit...Your breath smells like shit...
and You complain what my dick taste like...
But your shit just dont sound right....
You Tap the microphone...
Your rymes might sound right when you alone..
But when your in front of a group of people..
I slap you with the mic...
You fuckin with grown folks watcha tone...

Next Weapon... Dental Floss
-Axe

* * * * There was some cat before me that left a Mic as next weapon but also left the option to pick whatever weapon * * * * I guess he got his ass deleted...Anyway, this post/comeback was intended for him...Whoever he was...

Comin after all of you, with the deadliest weapon in this rap shit
A new tactic, as I attack you fuckers with maxximum's wackness
Drastic lack of skill, that'll have kids screamin and scowlin
As I force you to read one of his verses, and decrease your talent
Now what?! How many rounds do you bitches wanna go?
Left with a broke nose, as I run you into his structure with no flow
Oh no! Here he comes again, talkin shit like he's bad and big
Shit, I'll use that, and make you laugh at the merk list in his sig

Next Weapon: Knowledge

EDIT: Sorry Krush, musta started typin right before you posted.

If knowledge is power....
Then I'm the strongest there is and will be
mightiest with this pen, swords can't kill me
Imaginin' your death, and it comes to fruition
Deliver a paper cut, thanks to a College tuition
A barrage of thoughts you can't grasp or grapple
Kill you wit words you couldn't spell in Scrabble

Oh shit...next weapon: A blender

I'll I'll.... I'll Smash the glass over your head...
run the blades on chop against the side of your face til you dead.
Death by blender........ or surrender...
the meat in slabs hangin off your face nice and tender...
I'll push and grind til I hear bone crack..
Get the blades jammed up when I come out yer back..
I take the Splinters from your jaw piece and carve em to nik naks.
Smash the rest of your head imprinted with timb traks..
carried out in a body sack.
blender and boi with nothin left intact..

Next Weapon... Credit Card
-Axe

Terrible violence, I love it, so I'm about the let it start//
When I order tons of painful death weapons with a credit card//
Sharpen the edges, start with the shredding of parts of your head 'n.....//
Make this Visa officially a registered weapon//
Get mad and carve your chest out, slash ya heart//
Fuck a gun or knife, I'm taking your life with my Master Card//


Next weapon: Viagra