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this bitch dont leave weapons, his record is shaimful enough/
Id hang up my mic to dry if I ever lost that much/ and he repin a mad dog diss, trying to pop up a mirical win/ U have a better chance at eatin ur fairy godmother out wit mirical whip/ tryin to ryme when he cant type out sillibals or make word connections/ I finished more battles than Jesus's crusificual life sentince/ hay crazy, my dick is longer then the Sapranos DVD collection/ I'll rob U for Ur social secrurity pension, and no joke/ crazy needs a job, Even his rapper cant pay rent cuz they both broke/ Next weopon........The crazy one's "rap Book" or piled up napkins, what eva U wanna call it. ha ha fuckin ha |
They always told me that looks can be deceived/
I never knew that napkins could leave people deceased/ But lookin' at crazy one's rap book got me ta see/ Napkins are no longer to help people to eat/ I'll spit shit from his book that make niggas drop dead/ From bad rappin. Hey, that's what the guy above said/ Next: An American Idol Marathon |
I battle while whachin my Idols, alllllll on TV/ ha ah
Fuck that, Im recording this on tape while I already got it on DVD/ ha ha I wach Jame, Justin, Jone, and Jenny, all in one nite/ ha ah I'll admit Jenny makes me bust a phat one on my stomech on site/ ha ah wanna talk about Battles, wach dez guy duke it out/ ha ah Oh My God, James did not just put that extra high collesteral donut in his mouth/ ha ah Im sorry.......... I cant do this stupid shit no mo..... I have pride and shit. but I tried. Next weopon, Jason mask, overalls, and a chainsaw. sound familiar? |
Don't fuck around suited up head to toe killa style
Start the chainsaw up and take it to ya mean-while Ya try run away but no gay's escapin' a faggots fate Cut off ya balls and dick serve them to you on a plate Pain I create it from nothin' like I was created from take it out on you cuz I can drop atomic bombs and will, across ya neck chain rips n' blood spills see ya later next time bring ya self-defence skills Weapon: Bottle, steel-cap boots |
yah cant 'hide' or ull be commiting 'suicide'
like a retard on gone spastic like a asian with slit 'eyes' yah face will get 'stomped and shattered' and 'chompped and splattered' from my *steel caps* while yah body get 'Launched and hammered' i see tha blood 'run clear' and tha 'sun dissappear' in the mist of the steam rising from the chroded 'lung and extera' Next weapon :baby rattle |
I stand in fields slaughterin cattle with my baby rattle/
By pass seatle that place is fulla fraggles, I win Battles/ Crack you over the head with the ball to hear to shakin/ Strangle you with the handle, an see the ruh of blood I'm makin/ Believe, I ain't fakin, I be wakin the angry giant With the sound of defiance/ The sound of this thing can be heard for miles with no alliance/ This verse must be fate cos now I must ski-daddle/ Cos I jus merkd you with my baby Rattle/ Next Weapon: BackStreetBoys |
Don't know they're names pull some pretty boy out his limozine
Rip his fingers off and throw em at you like emptied a magozine The dead guy just poked out ya fuckin eye, damn This shits more whacked than when I hire a hitman Bitch is still movin' and jesus christ its to the music Shut these fuckers up rip off a head and use it Crack his skull into yours while in my hand it splits put it down WHY DONT YOU JUST DIE MOTHERFUCKER pop off a round turn around and end the boy band brothers Medical waste |
damn look at this i got a whole vat of medical waste
and some one gona fuck around and get it through in there face cause some one the crazy one with a whole shit load of medical waste |
next wepon a rabid dog
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keokuk Iowa Repper? Man you must be a cracker, But my dog's got rabis/
Farm land Wrecker, Man I've been drinkin' lacker, Bringin' death like I'm HAdes/ Dogg'll fuckin' bite you like you bite your rhymes, Never lettin' my grip go/ ANd I'll fuckin' light you like you light your dimes, My Dog gon' make u rip ho/ I don't need to come hard, Cuz My Dog make you bleed, ANd he got you shakin'/ My dog ain't ate, so he starved, Gripped at your knee, White foam and bone breakin'/ This here is satan's dog, He don't farm sheep, Fuck the hog, He makes death seep/ |
imma use a D12 cd 2 do dis
iight imma crack da cd ova ya head wit ma hand.... And u gon be askin y u hear tunes inya head of my band... dis nigga gets all emotional when ma shortii bounces.... its bad fo his health he gon get drunk, cuz he hears 40 Oz.... nigga u bunz... keep u stuned...like easy mac in a minute u done.... see u run.. beat u ova da head wit a cd n keep da case fo fun... iight next W3AP0N iz: A penny and a dorito |
im packin a penny and a dorito, ready to feed and fuck a skinny ho/
my brutal tactics are uncalled for like a man in a speedo/ a dorito to the eye would draw lots of blood though/ then after i puff some dro ill pull it out and it slow/ finish off by shovin the penny down your throat/ hows that for my fucked up half assed two cents/ keep on talkin shit and you'll be a like a piggy bank thats rich/ |
next weapon an aerosole can and a car battery
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spray u with an aerosol to fuckin blind ure eyes
beat u with a car battery to complete ure demise fuck that give me a match combine it with my spray now i'm sprayin flames to fuckin burn ure ass away hook the battery to my ride and crash right in to u reverse back over and do it again...now jefferson is thru next weapon.......................a donkey |
I'll do a drive by on a fuckin donkey bitch
I ain't gotta be scared of your shit Hell I'll come back and have my donkey stomp your face in to the ground It'll be something like this "Hee haw ree raw" Stompy stompy pound pound! Then feed you to him and it'll eat you in a cirlce and leave your corpse round Aight next weapon for someone to use is a candy bar, any kind, or mounds Next weapon -- Candy Bar (IF you can't think of a type use Mounds) |
pull out a twix, it's all about tha mix/
stickin down ma pants, look out for shit/ slap you in the face, leavin you a trace/ of tha bown goo, thankfully it's safe/ harder goin down ya throat, then double shot brandy/ last fatal choke, ya thinkin, "I can't believe that it's candy"/ Next weapon-A Vacuum :D |
I'll "suck" you up mo'fucka, you're used to doin that anyway
They call me "Dirt-Devil", I send bitches to their restin place anyday But then there's my lil cousin "Hoover", he's like a revolver He's good at hittin "stains" like you, you'll soon be a "disolver" You never know, I might come with the Oreck Comin thru ya hood, plantin ya ass on the deck -Next- Ice-cicle |
stabbin through this punk, with Ice-cicles and stilagtites/
put em in the trunk, new location for this fags life/ every organ is now infested wit ice-drops/ you wont be recognizable when this damn fight stops/ when i get done, no fingerprints as evidence/ and when they find you, ya name wont even be relevent/ cause ya dumb ass will be skeleton... hand to hand combat (should be fun writing about) |
my hands move quicker than the speed of light
and accelerate .12 milliseconds every time i fight the lightning "speed of my fist" make niggaz "flench", everytime they "get hit" i beat cats, even they "run or stay" i snap more "arms, legs and more fingers than gays" therefore, im ill rather its "rappin or fightin" like "my flows", when i squab, i got all these niggaz "bitin" next weapon: white out |
Controlin ya image, I finish wipin you out/
hold to ya nose, forgot whatchu was writing about/ the lighting is out, startin hardly breath/ these fumes, for you, stirrin up a snarly sneese/ now I apply, the white dye to ya eyes/ can't hold it in, you moanin tha cries/ hopin to die soon, digesting a tycoon/ leave you to implode in a sad rhyme-tune/ next weapon: An Elevator |
wires cut, face struck with insanity...
uve just have had a branch cut from your family... fall to your death,sudden depression, till it stalls and your body rests in gods possesion.. hell bound startin cause u aint worth what dropped... stalled and stopped at the bottom, as you rot the cops find u in parkin lot... next-a microwave |
knock you out, place on a plate, now you sizzilin/
got more beef than a meat slab, if ur inquisitive/ had to end this way, had to write this page/ the wrong punchline has turned you into a sue-flay/(dont know how to spell it) dark meat, white meat, red meat its all the same/ ima fry you eat half, then re-warm you the next day/ contact lenz - the old kind that were made of hard plastic |
man i got 100 contact lenz that i stole from the retirement home
so i aint gonna fuck around with glocks n bust ya dome ill fuken tie u down with a fork through ya nuts n shove every lenz down ya throat till u sick in the guts for real, killin you is a thrill, ill leave the body on the sidewalk then go home and chill, on my list ill add another kill, bitch next weapon- a cadilac |
caddilac driving 500 ||miles~per ~hour||
see your brain muscles on the front rear like ||tiles ~on~towels|| you bitch dats what you get..for trying ||to act rough|| cause yah like rambo with~no bandana||mising~head~action|| |
my pitch fork will molest you..freepost like whoa dude
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ok what is the weapon
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fuck that ill make one up. this is how 2 killa man with a paper cut
first u chain that fagget up, like they did in the old days n paper cut the fool in a million different ways set a game up wich ya friends 10 points if u make him bleed shoulda never fucked around with that nigga from ths street cut the webbing of his toes, make him bleed from the ball sack this prolly wont kill the man till u send him to a feminist pack supply them bitches with scissors n a mutha fuken sling blade hell be screamin out his lungs, horror face expressions bein made then dump the body at the junkyard get back on them streets n get paid i been smokin on a fat sack a buddah, so the next weapons gonna be a lit blunt. im out, peace. |
haha...
yall came in on my strong point.. weed... haha her we go..
muthafucka dont want none wen im up in they place/ lite it up n blow sum blunt smoke in they face// ima burn ya fuckin eyes owt n leave permenant scars/ dis is all about tha dro nicca... fuck cigars// we da new skool so dro is the way of tha streets/ old heads puffin on pipes... knowin they sweet// crack done played owt so its on to the green/ i love dis shyt dawg.. ima fuckin weed fiend// next weapon...the trusty swiss army knife |
Wotch as my bottle cap raps, roll over tracks//
Coz 'll leave you wit death 'n thas nuthin' but a fact// These whack MC'S leave poison in your ear like the sounds of anthrax// but wit ma bottle cap... 'll block your navel caveties so you can't smell the fear of my anarchy// coz next 'll be breaking the ground just like fallacy// and pound by pound 'll saw your whole family down// untill your unable too see my bottle cap mound!! Next weapon:Door bell |
Shit....oh well theres my bottle cap rap
just follow on like nuttin happened |
there so many ways to kill a nigga
but the most common way to death is to hold the crome and pull the trigger theres all type of heat to blow cowards away my personal favorite is the ak-47 couples of shots will have ya body preparing for heaven, and afta u gone u wont be nothin but a memory like the passengers from 9/11 weapon-rope |
aiight, i got 7 feet of rope n nuthin better to u
so i ring up blaq_ink n say "bitch! ima kill you!" hang up the fone, n drive to this fools crib i got no plan of action i figure ill adlib man, he answered the door that fagget started to run but i lassood the nigga n shouted "cmon, lets have some fun" i tied rope around his neck tight n gave him rope burn kicked out half his teeth, heres a lesson u needa learn i kept tightenin the rope so hard he couldnt breathe circulation stopped at his head because the blood couldnt leave dog, id give it another minute and this kid'll be dead so i hung the body up n just filled it with lead i aint got time to wait i got a battle at seven im outta here, this niggas dead hes gone to heaven :thefinger next weapon - u guessed it, an AK 47 |
i got a ak that will skin ya face and blow ya body away
i'll have ya family at ya funeral blowin kiss's like J-A-D-A nigga my bullits reach out and touch the kid like michal jackson i can ya mans from ya mother end up K.I.A killed in action so if u real come at me like u loco and see if i wont put couple of bullit's in ya head band logo weapon-a rock :banghead: |
pick from the ground a weapon of originality//
with that threat he can crown himself king of his family// shot to the temples once and knocks the head// left the symbol on the ground next witness of a man dead// easy attack stealthy so no one hears// instantly you are the controller of your enemys fears// ruler of the block who stand against the man// found out that it was a dirt clot that just broke in your hand// weapon-soldering iron |
*phew* is it just me or is this place gettin HOT
im bout to rack up another kill, n take everythin he got first i tie him up n put this fat nigga in my trunk drive around all day, open it up, FUCK that shit stunk! i think this fool did a shit in my car, he must be scared no matter, were at the place of his death, so be prepared for some damn grewsome shit, i spit like a horror movie i killed crugar in my dream even that bitch, couldnt move me so where was i, oh yeh in the abandoned steel mill its cold so i turn on the power n light a grill this gives me an idea i look at the solder iron then i look back at my victem, well have sum fun, i aint lyin i burn some solder on the tip of the tool, its RED HOT then i melt his eyes shut till hes screamin "MAKE IT STOP!!" shit, my next move is puttin some solder down his throat i do it real slow like, then give it an extra coat torture mutha fucka, ill teach u 101 its sick but blame k4p, id rather use a gun damn i think i hear sirens, i better leave the mill before i go i dump the dead body in sum hot melted steel next weapon - a ki of coke.. uncut. |
aight..
with an AK and uncut ki of coke.. hold him at gunpoint, make him eat it till he chokes.. dont matter the time a day, my watch and meter are broke.. this shits history, cause i did it before i spoke!.. *PUH PUH*the sound of ya teeth against my fists.. cut ya fuckin vein open,toss coke into it.. i aint done,na you just now bleedin.. say something else,bitch gimme a fuckin reason.. bash ya brain out wit the tips of these hallows.. lodge these bulles in ya thought, and give you more coke to swallow.. hallucinagin, inya casket, you got roots-growin-in.. first you, but now i thirsts for-ya-friends.. better recongsile wit god, cause you soon to meeting him.. if you thik those AK bullets was big,wait till i reload, they were medium.. just a key, bored. |
errr use a Tire iron nigga.. iunno
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A TIRE IRON YOU CANT BE SERIOUS
FUCK IT WATCH ME RIP.. spit flames at your gas tank..pullin a rival prank... pull ya rank....benificiary your chick...so when you die i hit the bank.. cut ya brakes...still ya rims.....cut the tree down on your tims.. face clap you wit a tire iron.....ear lobes closed so you cant hear the siren... ammunition ajust from the rapid firein.....imprint on ya forehead... naw drop it on ya throat...like a draw bridge wire cut above a moat..... what niccahs new weapon is 44 calibur exstended clip modified scope riffle....holla |
fuck that wack gun ima clap sons wit a cap gun ..
ya'll neva pick up weapons neva even strapped one .. but ill dance on ya grave and lace ya wit bangers .. chasin the dragons draggin bodies wit a 44 magnum .. blast at faggots ak's snugz gats and plastics .. its nothin elimante ya whole race ya'll just maggots .. next weapon- Used Tampon |
Yo i beat mcee's over tha head,
wit a used tampon thats filled wit red, right before tha bitch got wet, i settled tha debt, bitch slaped State Capitol then layed him to rest, ina bed filled wit led before he got a chance to say what he said. Next Weapon: A Door Handle |
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