To kill your ass I cannot wait/
I'll take a hit of the Newport, blow smoke in your face to aggrivate/
My adversary who's tryin' to fuckin' shake me up/
Light it up again and press that bitch against your trachea/
Mafia-style, tortue you instrumentally/
I'll give you a whole carton and let cancer get you eventually/

Next Weapon - Lawn Dart

never knew wut a lawn dart was, til p-dizzle wanted beef
so i grab a lawn dart and started shootin at his feet
make this faggot ass nigga dance, fuk a lean back
this kid got no flows, so why is he tryna rap
da lawn dart, do i get bullets wit it or wut?
oh, he chose that weapon, hopin i would aim at his but
u fag, im tryna get da snakes out da grass
shot dizzle wit a dart, so now he gon wear a mask
i aint killed him, i cant, this weapon aint strong
come wit something more creative....fuk it, im thru

nightstick

I read J Dot - you want to see how a creative mind spit
Well trying seeing me ... when I crush through your eyelids on stilt nightsticks
Then jackhammer them both in the hole of each ear
Catching flash backs of Louima, I tip both nightsticks with razors for your rear
My mind drunk with sick thoughts pouring clorox on the tears
Watching pus bubbling and Blood hardening from the air


Next weapon: Soap Powder (like a box of Tide)

there about 6 million ways to die/so im a choose one/i would go for the glock/but id just loose fun/Grab two red packs of red cool aid/and 2 cups of sugar/then just drop one scoop of that soap powder/Mix it all in/spike it with a 5th of gin/Watch you take a sip to be your end/rush u to the clinic to get your gut pumped/while you feelin tipsy/get Siqco to get your butt humped/Drag you outside/dump cap full of tide in ya eye/Then chop you up/wash your cloth when one full cup/bring u in my basement and grab my lox/then stuff your pieces in a tide box


I know thats kinda wack but its my first and had to jump in it

Weapon of choice=Sweet and low sugar packet

((This should be easy cuz Sweet and low taste like shit and would make in nigga catch a stroke))

First, I hang victims from the rafters
Upside down, Frightened, listening to my maniacal laughter
Throwing bricks at Mach 3 speed, hearing ribs cracking exposing bone fractures
I run, jump onto the body, digging my boots further into the gashes
Rip open left over sweet and low packets
Screaming "Death w/o perservatives to all these fucking bastards"
Hanging on for dear life knowing that I got you
A tear runs down your forehead as I pour sweet and low down your nostrils

Peace
Next: Air Force 1's

Fuck two, I only need a pair of Air Force Ones/
to stomp a fag and have his girlfriend screamin,"Run, Forest. Run!"/
my favorite colors of choice? without a doubt... black and blue/
the same colors I'll leave ya body when I'm done attacking you/
smackin' these dudes, jackin' for jewels, packing the tools/
acting a fool, got everybody laughing at you/
sad but it's true, go get the other half of ya crew/
cuz you's da better half of that and yo ass got ran through!

..lol...my bad Barz... I was in a zone!

yo, next weapon Hubba Bubba Bubble Gum

i'll pop u like i pop Hubba Bubba Bubble Gum
its not da gum poppin off but only da gun
don't run...cuz chasin you just ain't no fun
i won't stop till i'm done....so die where u stand
cuz i'm known 2 pop a hole in ya salivary gland
ecspecially when my 9 is my best friend
man....i gotta lotta varitey of guns
its yo day 2 die so nigga pick one


Weapon= box cutter

i love box cutters cuz people actually think im cuttin boxes
but im actually cutting ya wrist so i can take your nice watches
but later i cut your eyes out like freddy did his little girls
if there was one weapon of choice box cutters would rule my world
next i cut off your fingers cuz they too fat to take off the rings
then i cut off your hair and sell it... among other things
then i cut up some boxes to put your seperated body parts in
put you in storage then skip town so i can start over again

next weapon: safety scissors :) :) :)

bitch you cant last/
not enuff gas/
cuz my ax/
is breakin niggas back/
guess you nexxt for the diaster/
scream, youll only die faster/





^ sukz

SAFETY SCISSORS CONTINUED.....^^infamuz you forgot the rules....

grab a item of the shelf counter n pronounce "imma stap you"
swing well but i break my fingers cause the "safety's" on foo,
fuck paper n glue i break them in 2 n stick each piece inta you,
now i got 2 single edged blades ta mess with ya wack ass crew,
scalp ya lid,
dealt this kid,

next weapon........a leather belt.........

fuck a ax fuck a mac garbing the atuomatic gats that foever popen off never scard to pull trigga's to kill nigga's i fill clips in hips if you a blood or a crip dont give a shit cuss blood spilin on the white carpit of dv8 he hate the fact his ass cant compare the fare amount that am make in your mistaken me for that little middle aged b so dont fuck with bing

FOLLOW THA RULES ^^^^^^^^^^^^^

^^^^^^goin off a lether belt

Walkin into a room i find my hoe cheatin//
Take off this lether belt and began to start beatin//
Is this same bitch earlie scremin oh my god i love you//
Sure but now she got bruises from tha belt through and through//
Why did u do this this trick done hurt my feelins//
Bet she feels stupid now hangin off my belt from tha ceilin//

next weapon........fingernail clippers LOL

I gave up on sparring, throwing right hooks & jabs
So I strap enemies to arm chairs, tied, bound & gagged
Unlace their Air Force 1's, and nail down their toes
Jump up screaming, smashing their nose throwing them bows
Grab some salt and peroxide, with a stare so cold
Nail clip pieces of their sole to have a lamp shade sewn

one

Next weapon: feather duster

first i dust my shoulder off
i use this shit cuz i no you soft
its like ill just sweep the floor and youll slip and die
aint shit , its fuckin easy as pie
right hand ill make ya ass snese to death
if that dont work ill stab you wit it wit my left/

weapon... belt buckle

the emcce above me so soft like downy //
no mc wonts to be around me //
thats how effectif your feeing is//
im killin yawl will my ballls its called boxing or hot boxxing detoxing your brain to use your name right you spit back but never have nices sripts only percise shit