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open this file you got in the mail//
no mp3, just a jpg scary as hell. it's like "the ring", cause it scares you to death// stops ya heart in ya chest squeezes out ya last breath. what is it that killed you so quick? a pic of your mom suckin micheal jacksons big ol dick..... lmfao at this fuckin thread.... next weapon....boloney sandwich extra mayo |
yo with my 4 wk old sandwich,
i'm a make u eat it n make yo intestines start to twitch, start to throw up everything u just ate, now dont u just hate, gettin that moyo all across yo face when u get hit with baloney, fuck if u phoeny,then u gunna taste some mo foul shit homey. next weapon : yo head |
use my head like a hammer/
head butt ur face make u stammer/ 'p-p-p-p-please stop i aint done nothin'/ yellow bellied bastard aint got shit to bak it up so stop frontin/ lil cry baby go home b4 i skull fuck wit my other head in ya dome/ mush ur brains into liquid turn u retarded/ just finishin what u started u and earth now departed what the^^lol fuk knows next weapon-keys |
im openen ya soul wit lyrical KEYS/
and like lil kim all ma words are as big as QUEEN BEES/ i twist the keys left n right to put you into lock/ and leave ya ass up, on shelf like an unwanted toy in stock/ you can fuk wit me im to serious wit flow for you cant you see/ im old school your rhymes are shit and you a loser and a newbie/ next weapon- rake |
if you make a mistke, your lifes at stake
ill break your spine just cause youre fake an plug you in the stomach so hard with this rake til you puke up a lake of pizza and cake cut this HERB-with-a-rake so he'll turn-into-SHAKE cats be wack as fuck so im burnin-they-tape.... Weapon: Cuetip -1- Anon |
anonamous say'n shit like he's on top-a this.//
you nuttin(nothin') bitch, get that wax out ya ear.// hear this statement clear, I'll give-y'a hand stupid.// grab tha luminous cue-tip and u-hit.// stick that shit so far in tha side ya head ya brain' twitch.// next weapon: osama's turban |
only time ill battle is if you-and-I-wanna
put bin ladens turban on and be a suicide-bomba or i could aim an A-K just sittin-there-ripping next weapon to choose is some finger-nail-clippings |
i caught this playa blunt mc slippin, thats why im equippin//
myself with my rhymes, an some toenail clippins// like a comet, throw the shavings down his throat til he vomit// make his vision blurry like the picture with him on-it// of course im on top of this, you stupid bitch// i mean, hes the one rhymin cuetip with a brain twitch// as i pass the mic to the next mc in line// the next weapon is a say no to war sign.... -1- Anon |
"say no to war" sign, spray painted so it say "to war".//
just two words, 'cause yo, where I'm from if you ain't at war you ain't alive no more.// I'm all about crazy gang beatings defeatin' lame weak bitches who roll anonamous.// shit, this kid's too slow to follow this so I'll dumb it down a bit.// you..ain't..shit..to..me.. just a insulent pussy who when insulted cries an' runs to mommy.// so you want ta get beat with an anti war sign dunny,// I'll use the poll holdin' it an' make ya face real bloody.. next weapon: flaming bag of shit... |
flamin bag of shit
hit a blunt MC with a flamin bag of SHIT-QUICK//
cant be illa THAN-ME, i just wont PERMIT-IT// cause im ILLICIT-WITH-IT when i SPIT-SHIT// turn this blunt into a roach with ONE-HIT// ill COMIT, SHIT thats ILLEGITIMATE// you don WANT-IT, make you VOMIT, yesterdays SPIT// break you in half like saadam an a TREATY// this mothafucka need to learn to GRAFFITI... -1- Anon Next Weapon...... penis head |
graffiti.. ummm, I can graff, just not on a computer...
yo, this dick head's askin ta get murked real bad.// nigga, you deal that wack rhyme in hopes to connect a punch.// fuck, you must be blind, 'cause you dun missed every one.// so I'm-a launch my own assault at you.// whip you wit tha head of my penis ta give you a mushroom tattoo.// plus I buck a double barrel blast ta splat you too.// I had to do, that.. 'cause the only way you ever catch fame is as a murder victem on channel 8 news.// |
fuck it, simple an plain, you cant even flow-kid//
if you know the graff is weak, whyd you even show-it?// you got too caught up while i was makin ya head-spin// you forgot to give me a mothafuckin weapon// so i step-in, with an intention to stab him with a pencil// make him stand-still as i cut him like a stensil// Weapon: Squash -1- Anon |
dam'n that was the only decent spit I seen you come wit.//
must be in a good mood or somethin', it's like this faggit just got dick.// how long'd that verse take you to come up with.// bitch you pro'lly robbed it, or bought it so you wouldn't get caught.// so I'll tell you what, since you can't rhyme for shit an' you got no use in this word.// I'm step on ya head an' squash you like tha infestation you is.// next weapon: your mamma |
ayo blunt mc, you need to listen, heres my decision
ill force your moms to flash you an take away your vision 'you cant fuck with me.... im the one with a gun' aight so you might shoot me,(i doubt it) might even deck-me// 'wit, dick, with, word, is" but its all good cause your lines don even rhyme correctly// i spit directly, comin with tendencies// to infest-mcs take-their-cheese an straight break-their-knees// you steppin-to-me, is funny as fuck// like sayin when i bust youll have a chance to duck..... -1- Anon Just quit.... |
whats the next weapon dick head
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