i gotta pine-cone, to strike ya an bristle you with/
scrape your fuckin mug off, an wrap it on my dick/
put it back on the tree, with ya entrails decoratin it/
then take it back down again, an beat u with it/

Next: Sword

fuck a chord or horde of hogs...i'll truck u kids like fords
N slice minds....spines N clavicles...with a fuckin sword
double edged N shit...ya neck gets split till there's no savin em
until i shift a bit N split a muthafuckas Cranium
i'm sayin i'm to ruthless hit u with the hilt to leave u toothless
N with a swipin motion swipe ya off ya feet N leave u bootless
do this with me, bullets see me as a horrid thing
when shining embers...have me holdin swords like a lord of tha ring....

Next: Electric cables...heh heh...

yo its tha kidde n im bacc from hell/
im comin for pay bacc cause dat niggas not in jail/
aiyo 16 ways 2 kill on a niggas mind/
stab him shoot him nah id rather fry his brain/
wit these electric cables dat i got hooked up 2 his ride/
n ill soak em in gas /
cause i was taken from mexico but my name aint texas/

next rubber band

Tie your as up and take you to the kilimajaro's peak/
on some A Wil - E - Coyote ACME type killing spree/
Bitch then my laughter becomes drastic/
as i put your azz up against this elastic/
send your limbs flying off the cliff like inspector gadjet/
Since you act like you looney, I'll kill you on "Cartoon Classic"
then sell you as an action figure made of plastic/


platinum chain

Platnium Chain>
Many don't know tha useage of a platnium chain
I attach em to doors and drag fools on fast lanes
Foes giving highway brains, ooh yall nasty
Some don't flash em off now, their lives ain't lasting
Life extended fo a period when dug under ya attire
Who's a liar?Ice can make you choke, just like fire
Pen>

Look over there! man they got gunz in the range---i'ma tell ya to this day the reason i love my chain---when i 1st bought it truthfully it seemed a lil strange--- now i linked that bitch out so to my nuts it hangs--- remember them cats with guns, well i was saved by my bling---just to think i thought it was fake as hell---thangs ain't always what they seem........


next weapon.....3 day ol socks

Follow tha rules kid^

Old Socks
Butt ya nose in, i'll swap fresh air fo a duration
My weapons dangerous, it'll bomb a complete nation
Missing rotation w/ other regular clothing line
Flithy animals escape atmosphere i occupy
Oh how... can a pair be so devastating to some
Ah well need to get off my ass and call mom...
Rolled News Paper

rolled news paper
_______________

wit paper kills dawg im bein the best/
i could unroll and read him ta death//
make this kid stink like he aint use soap/
matta fact i keep it rolled and jam it down his throat//
chokin ta death kid screamin then leave him in the ches bay/
then be on the front page for murder on the next day//

next weapon: noodles (haha) use it or lincoln logs you choose one

Il ¢hoke ya throat wit a noodle an hang ya off the ¢elin
Let Your lagz dangle an mangle till theirz no more feelin
Grab anouther from the meal that u 5o badly kurrupted
An wip your faggot a55 until the painz deeply indukted
you fuked it ni¢¢a 5o tell me boi now waz their left to do
thin ya like the murder weapon an through u in merked 5tew

Lez get an aktual weapon:a 5wit¢hblade

ok check how it's laid, my metaphoric sense always amaze, please check the lay out/u pull ur blade i pull my blade, we switch cutters over a glass of lemonade/this is no egocentric lay-out but check out the phase/ok i had the 1st in a sense was the best---then u come along with the 2nd with most certainly impressed/this just between me and u so u know our shit is tight/oh ya'll thought iu was talkin about some other shit, i now have part 2 and he has part one----we switched out dvd's of blades starrin wesley snipes




next weapon, cave man's club

How are you supposed to inflict pain with a dvd...
Much less kill ..this will not be exactly to easy
Grab a nail fail, and sharpen the thing up
make the edges smooth, no longer rough
Got to do it quick and descret so the target wont notice
Sneak up behind him use the karate style crouching lotice
get a good grip and aim steady
toss it like a frisby and get ready
just like i planed it goes right threw his neck
his head rolls around, what a freaking wreck

Nothing to do know that hes dead, maybe ill go for a round of bingo
i walk outside and see a stalker watchin me so i grab my only weapon................the pink flamingo

ok ill grab it dawg

yeah so im chillin out front of my granmoms in miami/
grab the weapond of choice n walk roun da park /
lookin at fine cuban mamis/
till i see the nigga last and stabb him/
beak up tha booty hole /
lugs round his cranium is how they found him/
now i cant really concentrate wit his moms on my balls /
thats y u reading my worst bars/
ok next lipstick lasts mom is puttin some on now!!

i got diz bitch puttin on lipstick/
ya goddamn coward got flowz like a prick/
probably waitin 2 suck a dick/
diz faggot used to da slurp and lick/
ya fuckin candle with a burnt out wick/
i lite ya ass again, and melt ya like yo fuckn lipstick/

next: cracked cd

sykamor makin gay love unda tha sicamore tree//
i came up and slit his throat with a broken punk rock cd//
from his collection that he hides when tryna be a mc//
his wepon shuda been wack lines or rap catastrophes//
i cant remember if that cd was "good charlotte" or "no doubt"//
but it was sure fun splittin his skull watchin his brains pour out//
like fockin "shout" laundry detergent, straight out the container//
cos when his brains spilled, i found out that this kids a "no-brainer"//

next wep-rabid animal

I spit rapid~tactical...cock back and clap you all/
My weapon of choice?...a habit for a rabid animal/
Hunt'n "skilled emcees on the mic" to murder 'em eight times/
"Finding more dope tracks" than highly trained K-9's/
......Mouth frothin....blood drippin teeth..../
"Feedin on knowledge" as your brains lie beneath/
Enzymes "breakin you down" into more comlex forms/
Not seen by any of earth's scientist trapped in set dorms/

Next Weapon: a Straw...

I'm comin' wreckin' with a straw, but first a bone saw,
Slice off your upper forehead, dissever your fucking jaw,
Slice ya tough muscle, 'till nothing but soft tissue is left unslain,
Then take a nap next to ya carcass, for the hardships and pains,
Wake up a little later, insert the straw into ya exposed brain,
And suck out the chunks and juices 'till a hallowed skull remains

lol, alright...weapon

a stereo

blast this kid out wit my head fones attached
stereo blast so loud literally it shook his ass
tryin to step to the best but the sound killed him
heard my voice, lyrics so deadly seep in like venom
lyrics deadly, specially commin this loud now
turn the volume up so hes fuckin drowned out
deadly vibrations heard, aint no text wit a pen
Godly words killed him, cuz of this stereo hes dead

Next weapon - Light bulb

light bulb?
alright

ideas in my head, it's too bright, coulda blinded him dead
instead, fed him the bulb until his gums burned and bled
gettin more ideas, the lights burnin brighter,
turnin white into red as the fightin man tends to get hyper
a writer seein his words dancin in the light of the lighter
heatin the conversation, no payment conservation, couldn't have bought it
or thought it that fast, smashed the glass when he brought it
ran and passed him grabbed the chandoleir as it crashed
it's dark in the park now, 86 light bulbs hit his face and it caused a gash
one last flash hits the cast, and i blast sayin "lights out kid" as i laughed

next weapon - ya grandma's first bloody panties

caught tdubs, in grandmas draw lickkin scrubs, gramp's ol' rub's,
worst iv'e seen, lickin out 60 year old cream, yai-mean,
jumped this lame, hit with gm's cane, split his brain,
he lay there moan n grout, throw gm's draws down his throught,
now he's chokin, hanes straight provokin, that what you get for pokin,
now ya merking, hearts not workin, cover his body wit the shower curtian.

Next Weapon: Shower Curtian

Catch Ja'e Roc in the bath, wit a towel round his waste/
Grab the shower curtain quick wrap dat shit round his face/

Squeeze hard til he suffacates, his life was a waste/
Cause when it comes to nice lyrics man this kid's a disgrace/

After I'm done roll him make it tight like a joint/
then go and get the kerosene and matches just to strengthen da point/

Next weapon: Quarter

Numismatic panic induced by a MONETARY DEATH
1/4 DOLLAR loaded Buck shoot ceasing your breath
As blood drips from flesh, Mikes' Blaze'd Soul looks 2 rest
Soaked in side walk Sloop, my grains 'Changed' your walk
From the realm of life to that of a specters striffe
Lost souls randomly puruse the Livings' whoa's
It took 25 cents to connect your mind
And unleash you from the wordly grind
Slipping through the sands of time unleashing your soul...

Next weapon: silly slime

Its Ill-Mattic dawg and u bout to catch ur last breath//
Step up nigga and lets see wut u got cuz u bout to run into a hyper stealth//
Amma sufficate ur last breath wit dat silly slime//
Making u beggin for mercy and giving me ur every last dime//
Fuck it, amma make u swallow that shit till u giv in to ur time//
And when u realize it, its ur life thats gonna give in making me do this crime//

Whateva..... :shoot: Weapon: A Pencil

The way i control ur life, Point blank dont need to use stencils//
The prismatic colers will literlay flow when i stab you with colored pencils//
Its the like blood flows cleaner when its done with graffite//
Better than Glocks or spikes, I dont give a shit bout wat u like//
No one can realise that this pencil theif will kill strong//
Slew Wrongs, Seperated in the lead of polar earths long//

Weapon: Raking your eyes out with Shift Keys

I will kill wit the magic words, thank you and please
if you act up, i will rake ya eyes out wit my shift keys
jam it in ya ignition, and put the pedal to the medal
while i accelerate, it's too fast for you to slow down or settle
Young, young gun, nigga known to make ya squad run
i'm known all over, got G-town niggas in all four quadrems


Next Weapon: Jumper cables

EDIT:Next time do not forget to leave a weapon behind
~Bounce~

never thought this way youd be killed,
came out with a 'die hard' car battery acid filled,
tie your ass up real tight and leave you in a puddle,
this battery got more power than a nasa booster shuttle,
time for the secret weapon, facing a murder sentence,
pop out the jumper cables, slap it on the table,
write it down in my book of fables,
first ill make some sparks to prove your gonna burn dark,
connect the ends to your ears, as your screaming and bark,
watch your ass light up, like you was in busta's song, drill a head through you head,
and use you as my new bong,

next weapon: scissors

im reshaping these slaves wit the point of blades
sharpened to carve and blunt edges to scrape
im defacin face, relievin a mothafucka to grace
skulls cave when placed under a penetrating state

utilizing this cutting utencil as my pencil
painting a portrait in your forehead of my self the devil
a rebel, im choosin either cuttin paper or a fake player
left a red essay on ya chest and on ya back ya last prayer

next weapon: a screwdriver

I'ma rider...Phoenixx gave me a weapon thats bigger then his penis...a damn screw driver...
Young searchin in the tool box, gots nuttin but a damn screw driver...kill wit this shit...it's more deadly then the fire (gun)
I'll screw ya eyes out, and shove it up ya ass...now ya dumb ass can see from behind and catch the past...
My lyrics is too vast...the starvin artist, cuz my lyrics is on fast
The G-town hustala, we ride hard so buckle up, nigga wat the fuck
get ya ass a cut...
I'm kill this last verse wit the weapon you will hit wit next...

Next Weapon:
the pm messenger, where you write ya text

Im going behind the scenes, and getting lean and mean
lik a george foreman killin machine, wit my words inbetween
Downlod dis, n evil curs dis, sendin da computr crashin virus
With lyrical pain, you glorify yourself in vain, n still im tireless
Wait,click n send death, open, no strings attachd on my wireless
ur ded wit 2 pms 2 ur head, sendin nightmares str8ght 2 ur bed

NEXT WEAPON:SPOON

im spoonin out cererbrals like evil people
makin ya memory skip like broken record needles
wit each bite, ya memory falters back real
its sureal how i reverse mind capacity back to fetal
get it real cold and ice burn ya retnas
with salt and pepper to make it scar better
im feastin on your defeat like a straved cannibal
like donner party with manners or a polite animal

next weapon: the bible

Ma god is ma witness,
leavin ya whole world in a disasterous wickedness,
Amma piss on ur rhymes and spit til u brawl up wit a fist,
Like in da bible, amma cut u up like when jesus cut up his wrist,
Its plane hardcore in this religous unity,
Releasing all the sins that are all in of me,
God, Jesus, listen up and hear ma prayer,
Give me da streangth to spit out dem rhymes layer from layer,
But fuck all dat, amma end dis shit wit a one line killar,
leavin ur soul hangin from a post to pillar.........

Weapon- Excalibur (for those dum asses.. its the sword of King Arthur)
----Yeah am real educated :laugh: -----

you dudes is straight mcguiver with various odds and ends,
but the worst thing ill matic could do was give B the sword cursed by the pen
in the books they said only one could pull that shit from the rock,
but the one is me and im cocking back rising like good stock
u thought it would be hard to give me a specific blade,
but i cut your wrists, watch your blood spill out worse than summer days grape kool-aid, its not pretty, infact my sword is straight choppin bodies,
the way i cut your limbs, face, and torsos people swear it was my hobby
but i do this shit for fun cause you bear the the right label
plotting on u bitches at my meetings for the knights of the round table

weapon: cd case

Dawg, Music u diss, by music you will end/
To sick of ur shit to let your ruinin my pen-/
Manship, like a thousand soldiers strong//
Imma snap your weak-ass'ed rymez like a CD'case... 9 inches long//
Game, Music, Dvd, With that weak plasic covering its gona be easy//
Should i slize, dice, or just shove you inside//
But watever you do, dont think your death will slide//

Next Weapon: Rotting Leaf

In the kitchen slowly stirring like a wicked witch over the black kettle
Put into ur soup watch ur ass go loop-d-loop as nosy ppl try 2 meddle
The rotteness is hidden by the nulifiyng lemon juice letting loose
All the anger in my body, could of reached for the shotty or a noose
I got the leathel recipe, Picked the leaf of death on my nature hike
Killing all those motherfuckers who said they'd beat me or the like

NEXT WEAPON: A CURSE

Its Black Magik, nigga, an i'll kill u wit the black curse
it's gets worse, cuz niggas end up leavin in a hearse
i am the first the last, the first to blast
it gets worse, cuz i'm quicka then the hour glass
I aface my opponent, destroy when i want it
my style i a own it, oh they neva want it
the way i put in the work, it neva hurts
black magik puttin the rap game in the black curse

next weapon: pencil sharpener

sharpen this dudes back wit not just my skill
pencil sharpener commin at ya, bout to get killed
pens,markers,crayons, fuck that its the sharpen
slice ya head off n plant u, ya jus a herb in my garden
my razor skillz slice ya apart, dont even ask whats next
cuz my pencil sharpener will put a whole threw ya text

Next weapon - Computer

BEFORE I DO THIS I HOPE EVRY1 CHILLS ON THE COMPUTER SHIT IT'S BEEN DONE

Well here I go again, the woman with the megahurts program
Just call me the hacker,not a slacker but i sent the spam
It's irritating enough, that ima bout to get rough, and shut you down
Tired of liven off internet porn, with public eye scorn like ima clown
Time for me to send a love note, that will sink your boat,
Open read it, virus you can't delete it, n i just sit back n gloat
It invades your body, like john goddy and the media,
Send you to hell set it up with expedia, looks like i deleted ya

NEXT WEAPON: FIRE

^Like FIRE's never been done... How original you are...
~Bounce~

Fire:

heat things up, fuck fire my rhymes is hot enough
spit so raw, nasty fuck..makin ya nearly throw up
fucka flame thrower, put me to the test n ill prove
take ya on, 1 on 1, my fuckin flame gun vs you
ill strike first wit silence, wont even know im there
look at ya chest but strike at ya eyes, isually imparred
burned em out, nothin left, just the ashes in ya socket
blind man, now u left wit no eyes cuz they in my pocket

Next weapon - a piece of cheese

Ahh Celestial is a lil fag 'sexier then Speek EZ'//
Watch as I murder this emcee, with cheese//
First I got my needle and my rat poison, inject it//
Kill this rat with the poison, he won't even expect it//
This fake charcter is just a lil jealous he was rejected//
In this whole rap game, and that I am unaffected//

Next time don't forget to leave a weapon!
~Bounce~

Next weapon: As5a5sIn5s' dead body

Assassin think he smart leaving shit as a weapon
but I'll intercept his ghost as it's heading to heaven -
(Hell!) and fuck it up well
by tearing out his guts and dropping ghost with da smell
den I'll make his soul watch, as I cut off his cock
and use it for the target practice shot with my glock
what? unconventional torture? you'd prefer a straight slaughter?
next time leave a proper weapon, else I fuk yo daughter

That's what I was looking to see, he forgot the weapon and the next cat unloaded on him for that. Let's keep the cyphers dope. Thanks for getting my implied message.
~Bounce~

NEXT WEAPON: electric-eel