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I Extend-dough, see naked truth like...master of voyeurs
Pay hired hitmen to blast ya...worse than Nasa employer Unlike pharell's watch...there's really no time for fronting But ya modelin jewelry for free..so ya shine for nothing Goods leaves ya grip..no need for nudist beach to strip Stampede ya reach of gifts...ya can't eat, sleep, or shit Knowin ya pride's in my palms...all balled up in garbage Ya skills being hooked on stage..hauled off regardless Next weapon: Angled lead pipe |
it dont matter if you hold ya head ta the left or the right, my throwin skills is above aight with the angled lead pipe, hit cha right in the temple, leave ya leakin thoughts, leave ya petrified like the wood they used fa Jesus cross............. plastic spoon |
i dont mask it, its drastic, ...sharpened off woodchips
plastic grips fingertips, then pull ya hoody leave ya stood"RIPPED" still half equipped, bloods drips from ya severed arteries doesnt bother me, cuz you look like an assed out prodigy . blah, shitty weapon^^ . next.............keyboard |
dude sittin next ta me, pesterin me, talkin like he can get the best of me, to many people around ta smith and wesson hem, to small ta call the goons ta lessen hem, FUCK IT give the keyboard a shot, swing fa his soft spot, pop dropped, fuck it grab the modem and screen til his screams stopped................ flip cell phone.................. |
flip cell phone
. closed it quick, grip tight fisted as i smack this bitch...in pack it in, till her circuits short-out like her damn fashion its stashed in mode round her right n left gash playin sirens time ends, the current flows through her silver laced nylons . deck of cards.....some one creative bring it... |
a game of poker went arie
cuz he found out me and his girl played a game of poke-her- so when he jumped i grabbed- the deck that was layin on the table i nabbed- and shoved it down his throat till he started to gag- he didint pass out so i grabbed the package and added it in his mouth- watched his life leave how is that for a full house Please remember to leave the next weapon so the cypher can continue. ~F-D~ |
Had them in my pocket while ridin in da lexus, told this nigga to 'hold em' like texas/
Got scared and figured that he would pass them to the next man, so thas when i charged tha nigga like Gambit from the X-Men/ Got up, looked shook showed me a Spade so i lit it up, threw sum 'diamonds' in his peice about 52 of them told him to pick it up/ So now he staggerin scared that he might get hit, he asked if i was ready to die and i said 'go fish'/ (you'll get it if you think about it) Sippin on that 'gin' and then the 'rummy', pull out my '9 of clubs' and put it right to his tummy/ Afta that i had my 'old maid' clean out his car, thas wha happens when you go to 'war' wit a nigga thas versitile as a deck of cards/ Next weapon: Batmobile Yo spade i ain't tryin 2 come at you or nothin u always da last 1 2 post, jus lettin ya kno, easy |
catch lc..on da block, black fitted,gettin twisted,plus splifted....
when it comes to weapons alfred got me gifted... giving serious engery to foes ,wounds to big to kiss it.... drop toppin in da batmobile transit givin enemies damage.... impossible to tamper my paint but hatas do manage... to be under da rims,or shot up by the mashine guns on the side... tell batman i just borrowed it, 2morrow i'll give back his ride.... weapon is a missle silo........... |
nobody never knows nickos next
point pin point my mission its missilin (emcees till the streets empty) so rember me as morales the merker the memory of the santa of rap srcipt the hispanic histri with ripping blessing now does it clarify my testing or testmony halla im tired hit me up in the morning Seriously what is wrong with you? This is your final warning. I have pm'd you on how cypher works..I have pm'd you with warnings. This is your final warning or you will be banned for a week. ~F-D~ |
Next weapon- verbal assualt
keep this thing moving! |
Watch Da ''Verbal Assualt'' Az It Ripz Thru Yo' Flesh
Have Birdz ''Peckin Yo Chest'' Lyke Da Great American Crest Blessed Wit Vocalz, Louder Than Speakers When I Express Da Verbz Have U Bitin Curbs, An All Over ''Da Front Page Press'' One Flick Of Da Tongue Twista, U'll Be Left Witta ''Broken-Spine'' I Release Yo Tension AN relax Brain Cellz Wit Every ''Spoken Rhyme'' Next Weapon=Ink (Frum A Pen) |
as i make every pen in the world bleed....
i posses ever piece of paper with greed... ink as a blood line i stab my self for flow.... spill da barrel ball points and fountains to row.... drown you in ink wich is poisionous when consumed... you are forever doomed like being barried alive in a tomb... next weapon* shattered glass* |
i decided not to blast you fast
But do it old school like da past Harrass you gas ass Not wit a shank but shatterted glass Knock u on da shattered peices Glass imbeded in your skull as i watch u pass Next Weapon- Mascot Costume |
Hehehe which costume am I gonna kill you with?
Should I choose *twitch* Snappy the shark or Slippy the Shrimp? I planned it out, hehahah, first I'm gonna just you from behind, While you struggle I'll knock you out with the "Go Red" sign. Heeehaha, then while you are gone I'll slit your throat and wrists, Then when you come to I'll have your mouth red with your fists. So in the end you will drown, but not by water but by your blood, *Stirs* I'm not sick *lunges at you and slits throat* What? Computer mouse (First time doing this) |
Netcees i kill quickly,
but these clicks get you sickly, from violence from pointing and clicking, im dope with this swiftess, battle me you cant click this, go on paint and write bitches, go on AIM and state Losers, bet 10 bill. on spurs that they winnas, takin them to the cleanas, as the Pistons go on ma penis. . . next weapon: cell phone signals |
Yo i'll hold my cell phone to your chest n send a text,
Signals make your heartbeat erratic like sex, I laugh as you grip da pacemaker in your heart, Its your own fault you shoulda known not to start, Oh look i just forgot to phone my parents, as i Do that i'm hearin pure interference, Oh shit i dialled da wrong daymn area code, oh Look as i redial i heard your heart explode, Next weapon:a plastic spoon |
Ima rap on a spoon, in this cypher of text......
The edge is snapped and poked in your chest.. Were a bullet proof vest, it just dont matter... This platics better than bullets, a better calibre.. Twattin ya with a spoon, help is what ya need.... Poke ya with the end and watch your eyes bleed.. |
Next:
bourbon cream. :shoot: In future go back and edit your original post ~YSDAT~ |
Bet you thought it was a dream, when i splattered your spleen,
And gouged your eye out with a broken Bourbon cream, Why d'ya try to come and front like you're supreme, Oh look....i see how quick you are to scream, I cover the biscuit with your aqueous humour, See your face turnin green like genus montezuna..... Next weapon: a cola bottle sweet |
Sure it musta hurt,whenI stuck a broken glass in ur eye
And blood just kept on flowin out like a rising tide U must be seein Coca Cola as I stuck it in so deep And now,I'll leave ya and drive off with the jeep But first Ill stab ya in ur balls and hear you scream Teachin ya lesson as things not always how they seem Next weapon-A lighter |
Held my lighter to your throat and saw your shit ignite,
Bright colours flickerin, like this was bonfire night, Stench of you flesh meltin stinks but it don't matter, Now your throat be golden brown n crispy like batter, Crinklin up i see eyes roll up in your head, Fuck that, don't front, i know your ass ain't dead, Yo i'll pour some lighter fluid on your dome n light it, Yo now death's comin to ass, nigga don't fight it............. next weapon: maple syrup |
I'll take Canadian maple syrup and put in in ur pants
So that it itches and ya wanna scratch but ya can't Then I'll take another bottle and pour it on ur hair Till it feels all sticky and irrating while ya trapped in my lair U scream too much so I'm forced to put it on ur mouth While I put it in it and screaming shut the fuck up!!!!! Next-Paper |
i dont take a knife for me to murk this nigga
and i dont need a gun so i can pull the trigga a thousand papper cuts make u die from your own blood loss a thousand more to make sure i kill u at all cost im unique more ways to kill u than blastin philosopher cold hard killer and a lyrical assasin NEXT WEAPON-BALL OF YARN |
Take a ball of yarn and wrap it around ya penis,
Cut the circulation off till ya fucking screaming, Cuz the tissues dying, it's not getting blood, And I just beat ya ass up, For not shutting up, Then unwrap the fucking yarn, after that wrap it on ya neck, The crime scene be so gruesome, The cops don't give the specs, next weapon-Marijuana In future go back and edit you original post. Ysd@ |
Shove a freshly rolled up blunt right up ya two nostrils
So it tounches ya brain,and ya feel high like an ostrich Then pull it out,and shove it vigourously in ya mouth With bogers and peices a ya brain still on the end And ya forget everything,and begin to call me ya friend Then shove unrolled marujana in ur thraoth so ya choke And then roll up some marajuna of my own to smoke Next-Ur dick |
Oh u gave me a fucked up weapon but thats ok
when u go to sleep ill creep up as u lay ill stick my dick all the way down ya throat its sick but ur lick it as u start to choke ill use it to strangle you till u croak ur spitt covers ur tee till its soak thats some nasty shit next weapon- a cd |
no im not gonna use this cd lyk u thot...
its not gonna stay up the place 4m where u fart... coz thats only gonna be a start...ima be imaginative lyk bart lots of the things can be done with the cd u supplied it can b broken into 2...then used 2 cut ur balls and have them fried piece 4 me n piece 4 u..damn we can have a barbeque... next weapon...a harley |
^^yo i'll tie ur ass right to the back of my harley
drag u until u look just like fake charles barkley lay ur ass in the street in ur own blood and pulp take the tire and drop it on ur throat when u gulp glue ur hands on to the throttle let u go in traffic u'll go in ur casket lookin like str8 ripped up plastic Next weapon:a christmas tree |
Here we go Its the night of christmas the fictious existers
Setting the record straight with these vicious scriptures Plotting at night the scheming in sight im enlisting thee But dont trust me ill leave you impaled on the christmas tree you decorated the branches with all your blood and heart Even though your on top tonight ill always be the star next weapon is a JAVELIN |
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