could'nt leave sumtin good like a knife or gat/
but you dont have be on this site i'll give you the bitch slap

hit you in the head and wont give a damn/
break ya noes wit my own feable hand

it may be numb put my thumbs in a gun/
take the other 8 and hit you over the head like it was a club

next wepon-pool floaties

cut your hands off so you cant swim/
say another fuckin word there goes the next limb/
cut the floaties and tie them over your mouth/
hey aint this how priest do it in the south?/
shut the fuck up!/
and kick them legs, you heard what i said/
yah im fuckin crazy!/
but atleast i aint dead



floaties where hard to do

next weapon: stove

imma bake ya brains on a sheet in a stove/
burn ya cells make you say stupis shit like hov (jay-z)

turn it to 150 and cook you wit ezzz/
im hot like 200 you more like 98 degerees

i'll burn you to a crisp and flip you so you cant see/
im like emril your just little debbie

next wepon-puca shells

yea
 

I hate fast deaths, I like nice and slow/
I creep up behind ya and let ya know/
Your neck get wrapped with puca shells/
You can't even tell, when I ring ya bells/
Circulartory system gets cut off as you can't breathe/
The sooner you know it, your down on ya knees/
To kill a bitch and leave him bleeding, ain't nothin'/
To kill a bitch and leave him breathin', now that's something/

next weapon: a banana peel

I finish eating a banana peel and put it on the floor next to the door/
Some kid walks through and slips on the peel, and thinks it wasn't real/
I 'laughed' my 'ass' off at him, 'reminding' him it was, and he started crying, making a big deal/
He kept 'bitching' while 'spitting' in my 'face', 'disgraced' cause of his saliva, I picked the peel up/
Then, I 'nudged' it in his face, disgusted he threw up, and I saw 'fudge' was in the 'waste'/
Enjoying his 'gleeful misery', I was 'aspired' to doing 'more'/
Laughing, I was thinking this should go in to 'hilarious history' and started to 'desiring' for this to go more 'hardcore' on this gay 'whore'/
So then I 'slapped' the peel on his face, and his tears starting filling up the 'floor'/

To Be Continued......

Next Weapon-Apple Sauce

i c'c'c'cant rap, rap
cus... when i r'r'r'rap rap i start to stutter,
now when i utter my lines without the mutter,
thats when u'll realise my heads stuck in the gutter,
thats when u realise the only weapon i need,
is the ability to rap at speed,
cus every rhime i spit is a leathal weapon,
every line i shit will have u steppin -
off'ov'a a bridge over a suburban setting,
or to a liqour store where alcohol and drugs can set in,
hey, what u bettin... perhaps u want a little pain,
slash the skin over a main vein or atery,
and do it again till ur screamin for a little part'o'me,
yeah, i know, its so hard to be... you,
but fuck it, there's nuthin u can do,
once my tongue has lashed,
thats it, its over, its smashed//

^^^^^^^you fucked it up

yo sorry... didnt realise, ignore that, my bad

Yo'

You ever seen the disney movie, snow white?
Where the evil step-mother holds a glass in the light//
Inside resides the poison to kill with only one bite -
An apple that will silence you if perhaps you might -
digest it,
and yes, u guessed it,
thats the very same apple I use,
and I cackle as the apple, its stews,
mix in the sugar so I can feed to you's,
its ALBI's home made apple sauce,
and with just a bite this shit takes course,
as it - enters your veins,
sends the bloodstream to your brain,
and soon u'll throw a fit, as this shit abosorbs,
ties all ur chords, sends ur heart into overdrive,
but yet ur still alive,
but lets see if u survive the last trick,
its like this apple has a hatric...
as it gives u a heart attack,
and then the light turns black...
and ur corpse is on a body-rack,
I'm headin of track, but thats my apple sauce,
vanish without a trail, in seconds ull get rigamorse...
Bring in Inspector Morse? This shit could kill 10-a-horse



- - - next up: remote controle

my rhyms is sumtin you should'nt handle/
smack you witta remote and change ya channel

press ya buttons like there was nutin on the televison/
you get lost thats ya condition of livin

go from mtv to hbo/
scramble ya brains witta remote controll

next wepon-a tu-tu

stop talkin before u meet the gun/
i father somemany niggas so now u my son/
so watch how u talk wit ya mans/
cuase yous a manican cuase we shot off ya hands/
but i stay carrin about nine to the tens/
iiight how many of mans gone die about nine to the tens/
i hold the all black nine and the all silver mack ten/


next weapon:ice pick

holla

I could stick it to u in so many ways, set ur soul ablaze, itll take u dayz to wash off the venom that i spray/ on a cold day it'll feel like hell for u, now your tempted to -beg for my mercy, got your years running by in a hurry/ admit u in a nursing institution got ure vision blurry/ but before u try to hang urself something shiny in my hands reflects the light that got u in a worry, /instead of the licks i use the icepicck /bullseye in the eye now u have to wear a patch like a pirate

next weapon: iron

i done steam you with the iron and make you srink//
it be worst then when you washing colors with whites and you shit turn pink//
if you scaryed be like an octopus and spray your ink//
and if you ain't dead by the heat//
i use the pointed end and stick it in the white meat//
and with you small and full of holes it'll be easy to hide you//
and if there a problem i'll eat you if the pigs come though//

next weapon = condom

yo, you can call it a rubber johnny,
you can call is shrink wrap,
you can call it protetction,
but my uses for this dont need no erection,

No, Instead
I'll pull this shit blind over your head,
and no, i dont meen round ur penis,
Lost the blood flow when I socked it to the cleaners,
sprayed it with bleach till it was so small it wasnt even between us,

Yeah, so I pull this shit up round yer head like a beany,
tight shrinkin, lookin just like ur weany,
Like a pro swimmer, and all you need is the bikini,
ur sittin there semi naked askin "yo, can u c me?!"

Right my next move is to push the rim down,
Over your eyes so I cant see that mono-frown,
Now your covered in lube, like I used the whole fuckin tube,
Like a fagit bout to enter the anus,
Anyways, like I was sayin, u bout to retain this,

I pull down further over ur airways,
drag ur dead body over stairway...

thats, it, im done, ur dead,
here, sum1 rap about TINSLE instead,


- - - next weapon, tinsle - - -

a fat mic hangs tight over my trouser pocket//
chokin my 'ponents wid my tinsle rocket//
david chrocket aint worth it cuz he's too old//
but 'KKbug' likes asses so tinsle is a no go//
he'll enjoy that, like to be tickled all over the place//
his face with white paste, ass left with cum trace//
razorblade'l do the trick, but tinsle is the subject so i stick to it//
i dont really know bout tinsle cuz i dont really use it//
but if i got one o those, you should run and hide//
cuz i'l find you sooner or later, this shiny shit'll give you a ride//
back and forth, you think its pain for pleasure//
but you soon realise your in an ambulance havin a seizure//

next weapon- chewing gum