Head Lice?
 

Now I was young and dumb, then bred to fight
Except it was useless, when lyric gave me head lice
So I can't kill em once, I'm having to kill em DEAD twice
And got damn I'm still with Lice.....
Contemplating a method to drop on thugs
But Lyric's so weak I can only use microscopic bugs

Weapon
4X4

wow, a weapon that's actually worth it's weight,
i'm guessing like 2 tons, or in this case make it 8,
cos i'm filling up the trunk with mj's kiddie bait (mj being michael jackson),
then proceeding to head towards you on a long straight,
first a forward crush, then to a full reverse,
i think i squished him a little, so somebody call the nurse!
oh wait, too late, he needs to conjugate,
before he becomes a number in a death rate,
oh well, he's gone, it didn't take to long,
for him to croak like a toad and sing a swan song,

next weapon: piece of paper.... paper cuts maybe?

piece of paper .....
 

as i form the piece of paper in to a origami figurine/
embracing a ginsu knife, then i stab dragon I in the spline//
paper cuts ? naw dude i rather paper kill you instead/
it's like everytime i post on here, ya name above me is highlighted in red//
the next weapon is an OLD TESTAMENT something that i think yall need/
in meanwhile ill come back later and throw in some more GRIEVE//

Weapon:OLD TESTAMENT

old testament
 

i use the old testament as a fuckin acclerent
when i burn u u b yellin shit
i rip a page outta the scripture
paper cut ur ass and burn like a pictue
u call ur self a mc how do u figure
ur jsu a fuckin girly ass wigger

wepon: cross

this cat looking to get crucified like he was jesus christ
I'll lay the cross down and nail you to it in the middle of the night
die slow and may your sould take flight,the pain you gotta fight
imagine that. I bet you shakin in fright cause I'm takin ya life
say ya name in vain leavin ya frame in pain when it gets twisted
I ain't nailing you upright cause nigga I"m too sadistic
put the cross right side up and then nigga I twist it and flip it
so you upside down the blood rushing into ya head
til you bleed out of ya mouth, nose and ears and then nigga you dead

Next Weapon: laffy taffy sticks

imma criss cross this kat, with ma cross/
let me tell ya, the cross is nothing to toss/
powering the lord above/
gettin ready to push and shove/
kats like u, who are kursed/
well im reversed kursed ready to disperse/
fake mc's with this powered cross i hold/
im proly repeaten wut the "bible" has already told/
"bitch ass, quit this rap game,/
cause with u in it, it aint never been the same"/

weapon- Ya "teef"

My fault, i must have been typing, but use the same weapon.

With my teeth I bite and my canines I quick stab you
Cavities in my molars and powerd by solar light beams that hit are few
I hang my head back demonized with teeth powering thru
Vampire on the block with thoughts of evil dracula
Ill drain the blood and scrap the rest w/ rubber spatula
Your dead your gone and time continues on for the immortal one
I fed im thru wit thougts of you and ill kill your Amityvill family to

Weapon: Possesion

possession 9/10th's of the law, enuff to make u lose a inch off yo jaw,
turn this pussy jo-jo 2 nuthin but blood drenchin the walls/
b/c of the length of my claws, yo spine i clench w/ my paws,
and rip yo spine out and leave a trench from yo balls/
on up to yo medulla, its sumthin yo wife vision and saw,
and the terrible stench in the car, the only thing she mention at all/


wrong side of the hammer: next weapon

In your ear i smash it into your tempural lobe i rupture it
Now your not seeing shit but the skill that's two bit
Walk up to saint Peter but he dont remember you neither
With the blood loss checkin if you in shock with a cold fever
I ruptured your brain and left a stain on your played out name
Through crazy death you reach superstar fame and still it's lame
Hit with the handle weren't worth the right side of the tool
Now your crying like a newb at birth hows it feel to look like a fool

NEXT WEAPON: OXYGEN DEPRIVATION

my weapon of choice appears to be oxygen depravation....
guess this'll be a chance to show my obtuse aberation,
how am i gonna do it? with a bag and some string,
put the bag over you're head then as i start to begin,
theirein lie's my rather blatent methodolgy,
cos with a bag on you're head, you're gonna suffocate most horribly,
most probably my next move would by to tie it on with the cord,
before using more to tie you down to a helpful skirting board,
given four minutes, you're gonna be lying dead on the floor,
ready for the next dude to kill with the aid of a paramour,

next weapon: paramour (basically a high class prostitute)

ok, shut the fuck before i sick my paramour/
she a stankin bitch, and dont have much to loose.....because shes a whore/
a "high class" whore that is/
ready to piss on ya diss/
and when ya dead after the disordely beaten,/
that u just got done recieve/
best believen, that she'll take everything ya got/
like ya money and ya stashed half ounce pot/
expect to loose alot, u fucking faggot u/
expect to get slapped around by the pussy so loose/
excuse the bitch for actin in violence/
thats just how she acts when she aint hearin silence/(meanin, she cant stand when ya rap, so shut the fuck up)

weapon: silence........ thought i see if people could rap with that

bring your mic, cause i bust out with silence///
keep my mouth shut, till u drowned in your own spit like pirates///
raw violence, give sound waves apperance, till it glows ultra-violet///
dont try it, im part of the deadly alliance//
that uses black science to battle Osiris///
freestyle iron giants,then make a beat with their eye-lids//
i eat kids in my diets, intentionally///
im mentally exceptionaly perfect with all forms of WEAPONRY


next weapon: lighting bolts

i come so fast u gunna call me colt
ill shock ur ass w/ fuckin this lightning bolt
this bolt blast n blow up unbelivably
im killin hazzard case he started decivin me
y the fuck did u commet treson g
scratch the g make it a b
b for bolt or b for bitch
iter way lil bitch
struck by litening layin in da ditch


wep horse shoe

Renegade, Imma toss this Horse shoe and ya know I'm a 'dead ringer'/
Let it roll around ya neck and fuck ya disrespect It'll take off ya head and let it linger/
Man your rhymes are slow, Your so white they call you snow, Maybe your ass is an R&B singer/
I'll take this horse shoe and beat you to death, You'll be bruisin' and bleedin' when ya take ya last breath/
You know that I constantly break the rules, So I can straight up murder you with shit they put on Mules/
I from Missouri this is the shit we use, I rack up points with these shoes in ones and twos/
I might just hook one on too your body parts, I'll take my time lil and take you apart/
You'll loose so much blood you'll top the charts, cuz you know you can't do it when your rhyme start/

Dam Village...Lol, Keep it going..whats the next weapon.

hahaha trusay keep it going

No Weapon?........
 

aight no weapon left behind, i choose a javalen for V-Dude/
u-villiagepimp and all the other peeps thats underneath you//
by me throwin that into ya chest, every organ cave in/
death threatinin' towards you,while u turnin blue and suffocatin'//
seein the blood gashin' out on the ground/
the next weapon for the next round will be "Crusty the Clown"//

weapon:"Crusty the Clown"

im a psychopathic killer, evilicious with no time to waste/
so when i kill you with a fuckin clown, i leave a big smile on your face/ have you laughin in pain until blood busts out of your mouth, fuck a gun/ cuz im takin ya ass down with krusty the clown/ this is where the term "side splitting laughter" originated, from a fucking psycho maniac who'll leave you rotting and disenegrated/ i'd like to stab u longer but wait, its time to go/
so ima go murder ya crew with my motherfucking microphone/

weapon: microphone

Microphone
 

as i touch the microphone, every body on the site be placed on hold/
verbally when i flow in text, a virus will hack ya brains, and explode//
burning metal is my specialty meltin the chrome off the mic/
cruelintentions get cut up in his grill, while the mic is takin' his life//
R-I-P...lyrically deceased, and the rest laid deep/
the next person who wanna kill me? will have to wit a lb(pound) of Meat//

weapon:lb(pound) of Meat
and get yall minds out the gutta!.....

Put on an Anthrax condom, it's time for your defeat
Insert my dick into your mouth, it's a pound of meat
Watch as you take pleasure in gettin my attention
Your eyes fall closed and you lay in suspension
Happy to kill you and burn you up
Just as I leave, i make sure to zip up

Weapon: A furry woodland creature

when I stepped to the mic some of y'all mistook me for our Lord...
my furry Woodland creature will hit ya kinda like a wookie from Star Wars...
rookiez with barz tore into the slit within' the clit of ya wife...
you get slit with a knife by my special form of indiginous life...
my pets will stop beatin' you when ya slutty mom comez...
for the person after me the weaponz a bloody condom...

next weapon-a bloody rubba

WEAPON:LB MEAT

i astound kats that wanna battle me, because im bound to be///
over the bound-ary the most under-ground MC///
leavin you ,more bloody than a pound of meat, hung out on a bal-cony///
askin "Grade A" pussy to make out with me///
if they dont, i just bash their name and call them a hooker///
and say her pussy smelled like tuna, that dont go well with this butcher///
if shes fresh meat, ill beat it, cook the beef, then say, it was a hell of a date///
if not,ill cut her, "Rap" her up, then sell her by weight///
i cant get enough food on my plate, ill have you tryin to get outta my way like a hostage thinks///
show up at your office, stab your meat through your pockets and turn you to sausage links


weapon: bloody rubba

Yo, i'll erase you from the equation with a bloody rubba...
better yet, maybe i'll slip one on my erection n fuck ya mother...
from one bitch to another, handing out HIV on demand...
man, why can't you stick to fuckin masturbatin wid your hand?
one thing i can't stand, a bitch with an attitude of a missfit...
i'll use this bloody rubba, n spit on it, so you can kiss it...
cos theres no way i'm getting netted up, in those fish lips...
like Obie n Em said, suck this in the hit DRIPS...

Weapon...: Catalatyic converter.

this geek left me a muthafuckin catalytic converta,
set it 2 bullshit, aim it, an hope this bitch hurts ya,
u turn to ya sig, even DIZZY burts out ina fita lafta,
u reappear in shame when i nudge it up 2 "wack rappa",

*style switch*...*beat speeds up*

*bleep*now its a gun, cover it honey so it's easy to eat it,
shuvit down to ya gut so hard u end up sleepin wit jesus,

nxt wep...dolla bill

bust out a 20 to pay a hooker, then i rape the slut///
place it under her chin, then give her neck a paper-cut///
when i attack, i go max and i kill///
replace your socket, with the eye on the back of the bill///
fuck money, im rich, and you knew this///
im the rap Anubis slappin 50 cent into 2 bits//
then glue stick, the change to the sidewalk//
then u hear a guy talk, "help, i hurt my back, its an EMERGENCY!!!"
what happened? "i bent over and got fucked up by currency"///

this fool didnt even leave me a fuckin weapon
he must of left his knife unwritten
so ill take the blade he meant to leave
and stab it into his body right of his left sleave
hittin his heart, a vidal organ
felt no guilt for the death, cause i was fucked up on captian morgan
took one too many swigs of the handle...
of the knife i held taggin his chest with my name like a vandal

WOOPS posted twice


ignore

this fool didnt even leave me a fuckin weapon
he must of left his knife unwritten
so ill take the blade he meant to leave
and stab it into his body right of his left sleave
hittin his heart, a vidal organ
felt no guilt for the death, cause i was fucked up on captian morgan
took one too many swigs of the handle...
of the knife i held taggin his chest with my name like a vandal

next weapon: computer monitor

computer monitors can be deeadly too
i could battle you on the internet and hire somebody else to kill you too
but other than that I can lift it over ya head
and slam it down until I see Red
ANd when I see red I'm not stoppin
Then I'ma plug it in just to see whats poppin


Next : A book (This should be intresting.....)

A Book?
 

if this was a brawl in highschool, you'll be the one to get schooled on/
ill cause brain damage to ya head with a text book, blood all over the Neon//
cover....young nov.....is just a brother with a nursery rhyme skill/
u couldn't kill me wit that,even if in real life we spittin' in a open Mic Battle Field//
but look i done killed ya wit a book, seriously young nov ya done/
next weapon i pull out will be the sword of a SHOGUN//

Weapon: Sword of a ShoGUN

no man, not Hulk Hogan or Conan//
can handle the slicing pressure of a Sword from a Shogun//
after its half in your skull, your eyes see the blade, and on the side theres a slogan//
"this weapon with devour any opponent, ninja, samurai, and even the Ronin's///
japanese death tools, people dont want no more of this drama///
cause ill have my lyrics rip a fuckin Matrix 2 stlye, Morphues Katana



NEXT WEAP:: keyboard and mouse

ill blow up ya house
i dont know how but ill use my keyboard and mouse
set ya fface on fire pop ya bitches tire
ill string ya up a tre hire and hire
stick ya ass in a babys brire
grab the keyboard hit enter ta detonate
peece out nigga r. i . p. late

next wep da psa glock

Yo look at the heat,
murderin bitches from across the street,
contains so much hotness it burn ya feet,
pop holes in a muthafucka make you spring a leak,
bust tha glock so many times it makes a phat beat,
it something you cant controle,
lay homies on tha ground filled wit holes,
takes one bullet to kill two birds wit one stone,
tha PSA kills hatas and takes soles.

Next weapon: Lego's

Building blocks of the future
make guns that will not shoot ya
but when words start attack
like legos leave holes in ya back.
niggas call me tycoooooooooooo
the way i rip niggas and go.
break ya down into pieces
chop you up like broken speeches
leave ya mid blown on the wall
like legos on boards they won't fall
cause bit by bit what keep ya there
you play with the wrong one. aint fair.
my flow is deadly when swallowed.
stopped your heart but then throttled
keep away from small kids and dump folks
or die methodically like slow polks.
but do what you do and heed my words.
or MC will blow ya cap back and leave brains for birds.

Necxt weapon: birds feather

ima pluck u, fuck u, leave u in the dirt with the worms/
ur just liek janet jackson tits, u ain't firm.
i will kill u with a birds feather/
take ur skin like cows skin and use it for leather.
i cna cut u up and split u in half/
u cna't put up a battle, u like a comedian, u make me laugh.
i can kill u with and device/
i cna use a gun, u be 100 meters away i hit u in the balls and be precise.
uz got no freinds u hang with mice/
watching all the gangsta's chillen and playing dice.
u so poor u cna't afford rice/
before u reply and act tuff u betta think twice.



next weapon: cd

Fuck Glock, I could kill you with MJ's CD...
Turn on that Bullshit, Ill make ya Ears Bleed...
Play for 2 minutes, And skip to track Four...
Imma Have your Pussy Crying out the Door...
Wait thats not even the end...
Chuck the Disk at your head, Not a Minute to Fend...

Next Weapon: A dead Cop

First i gotta end a Copz life, almost Like New York, New York- 'So Nice' im gonna have to kill em 2wice
so first off ima grapple his head.... Snap off his Leg
N jus to finish em off ill beat em Wit 1 thas Already Dead
Thrust the Chest section on his body to watch em Tangle with 'Death'
n the Hands of tha dead Cop'll be the one to Strangle his Breath

NEXT>>>> Janet Jacksons Nipple Ring

This man is no hit man just livin watchin the banstand
I watch this TRL fan of Micheal and Janet Jackson
What you watched et tonight so you ready to fight
Thats ok and that's alright Ill pierce your nose right
With the same shit coming off her nipple send an aids ripple
Looks like it already affected your lyrical adam's apple
Fuck it ill kill you slow and let your syche know
You shouldve never shown what youve known
All along so ride along singing the same song
In your pretty boy thong and take a hit from the beer bong
With the other punks in my many trunks
Waitin for the aids to take them away fuck wit dat any day

NEXT: MARVIN THE MARTIANS RAY GUN

I vaporize whole cities if this thang wasn't from acme.
make niggas run fast like it was an olympic track meet.
best to clear tha state or be missin like jimmie hoffa.
duck rodgers ain't real niggas. he ain't around to watch ya.
watch me test my evil weapon on the face of the moon.
leave a engraving of my ass and my shit comin soon.
pay me a trillion dollars. i do shit like i'm doctor evil.
doing wild stunts like the late great evil conevil.
elmer fud can get it to. he always saving the day.
but i'm not marvin the martian. i hold thangs thats spray.
So pay up the ransom.
caust the cost is very hansom.
i shook the whole world like bellies on belly dancers.
next weapon: a wave cap

i slay cats with gay raps///
they can save that///
cause the only thing off the top of there head, is a wave cap///
cause imma use its ties to whip you worse than a slaves back////
since way back, i was sportin Ice Cube and Dre hats///
they at, another level beyond you fags///
ill cut off the blood flow to your brain with your du-rags///
tie a knot, then your dead///
lookin like a broken condom on the top of ya head///


next weap: night stick

First id start off by beatin on his neck with a night stick
Den id open up da grinder and watch it crunch up his dick
Take da night stick and shove it down his narrow throat
Kick him in da face and chop off his neck like a goats
Go to his funeral where i'd leave da stick by his grave
Shoot mah self and go to hell so Unwritten can be my interanl slave

next: A keyboard