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lmao...floppy disk...
yo,ill upload so sick shit onto this floppy disk// download it,into yo matrix,floppy dick disk dick shrink// ya think you could handle it,but cant manage it,fuckin cancer shit// its immaculate,like samsom shit,cant battle it... yall laughed when i hit the relaese button on my disk drive// threw the shi tlike ninja knives make all yall fools dive,slash wifes,take lives// richochet off the cliche and hit the beret..... next weapon:a mic!...no to played....ermmm....a fax machine ahha.... next weapon:FAX MACHINE... |
I wrap and pack your genes then smash your back with a fax machine,/
I hack yo team, then knock off your pack with a bag of greens,/ still I'm hungry and high, the fact is I have the munchies,/ put your game on a sheet of paper and fax to another country,/ |
Since you didnt give a weapon ill give one
Car door |
i'll rip the car door off an automobile/
smack you over your back/ so you can feel the pain of aluminum steel/ and sharp pains from an electric eel/ |
next time leave weaponry..
so i'll leave one.. neXt: soda can (full or empty you choose) |
Grab destro by his throat,
For fuckin up my vibe so i bash him wit this can of coke, And what tha fuck is hardware city, Obviously you a weak soul, Probably find your gay ass at home depot, Mayhem creep slow like lions on da prowl i'll put tha iron in your mouth and press your luck, The next weapon here is your testicles |
we intellectuals, found out how ta turn dudes ta vegetables//
with my testicles, my jizzin down ya mouth till ya intestines-full// watch it spread and inject-to-skullz, so you only spit-out cum when i correct-your-flows// next weapon=a bloody gonneria tampon |
i give you somthing to dance on /(*pop-pop*)
i make ya girl eat this bloody gonneria tampon / shit gets explicit enough gunpower to submerge a content to the fishes / rhymes you quote give me 20 seconds you'll have your nose broke / mic check you to death / this is a weapon cypher not first aid help / next weapon = a transformer and a gunpowder barrel |
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the shittiest weapons ever get me pissed my fists get warmer screw fist ill reck u wit a toy transformer n spit sick shit like snow in informer ill crush ur brain makin u listen to a christmas carrel er jus crush it by beatin ur head wit a gunpowder barrel next weapon= sword |
Hit you with a four by four and slash you with a sword
From your head to your nuts, watch 'em drop to the floor Then i mash on your heart, turn the blade inside Clogged up your arteries and watched you die Next Weapon=Cruise Missile |
yo i got da button unlocked/when dis shit take off the whole word gone be on shock/
when it land its gone be serious/might leave a couple dead and da rest delirious/ causin havoc wit cruise missles military technolgy/the damage i'm causin is somethin out of mythology after i'm done people wit out religion gone have sum/and da rest who think i'm play dreams gone be dashed son leavin yo whole body in peices/some people might even mistake you reices next weapon:your breath |
You expect a gun, a sword or a missile?
But i drink enough to stink, it's official Sour, cold, nasty and it kills My breath will knock you out faster than sleep pills Like a death row injection, too much cocaine My breath'll shut you down, give you breaths of pain Next Weapon: Your Fat Ass |
my lungs are covered from my black hash,,thats when u get smothered by my fat ass,,i traffic my drugs through your lover now i stack cash,,and my bowl is fat cashed,,at last.
next weapon: a bent up rusty license plate |
i stretch the 20 inche tape worm so its 10 metres -long-
and rap it around your neck till your heads just -wrong- my rhymes are wicked, my raps are -so strong- im watchin this tapeworm choke you till your eyes -go chong- now i put the shit through your head, goin through both -ur ears- and swing you round and let you go, youll be in the air -for years- fuck a tapeworm, ill pull out a -chainsaw- ready for the next person to saw my -brains off- peace out whoevers gonna kill me now next weapon: chainsaw |
You hear the vroom, i pull out my chainsaw
Connect to your head and i slice your brains off Pull on the string, fuck the law I cut you up till your limbs drop to the floor Covered in blood from non existent head to toe The chainsaw stops so i give it some more Next Weapon: Television |
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