i rip-quick....and i spit-sick...ill merk-ya-in-battle/
Cause i just whip-this....like ya a herd-of-big-cattle/
do i really need-the-speakers....to speak-more-bleaker/
After i turn this up for ya....ya gonna greet-the-heater/
Just crank it more-up.....so it pops ya ear-drums/
your rhymes are corrupt..i guess your one im never gonna "hear-from"/

Next Weapon-- a Towel

ill twist this towel up like a fuckin curley cue
i whip this bitches ass cuz he looks like a girly dude
unfurl these through, like I was usin a wet cloth
ill leave a dead clot, on ya head, blotched with a red spot
feelin it red hot like coal burnin through ya skin
this cottony fabric will soon turn into a win

next weapon: #7

ill take 7 bullets..and shoot you 7-times/
And i put up a fight cause i...kill 7-guys/
Putting 7 holes...straight through your chest/
Cause like the last 7...i brought you death/
I dont need no more than..7 shots to ya forehead/
Dismantle your face 7 ways..just to make sure your-dead/

I dunno..lol..

Next Weapon-- a pole

gimmie that pole.
i make ya head swoll and lopsided.
knock off ya head then hide it.
bang up ya body, till you cant sight it.
this got to be right. cuz im never wrong.
let me put this pole down, its making me feel to strong.

next weapon is a butter fly knife.

i got u cornered, im mentally tortured... wanna beg fo yo life...
fuck u nigga im gona kill you wit diss dirty butterflyknife...
oops there goes ur fingers now u cant neva fuckin type...
look up...pray to god...syke muthafucka jus cut yo windpipe...
wats up wit u dawg...stop playing dead...u must be in a daize...
are u afraid of this blade...sharp as a razor...an laced wit aids...

next weapon: The word of god........lol

call me allah.
fire and brimstone spittin from ya cellular.
aka hoe-va.
turn you into clay so i can mold ya.
into a corpes .
disenegrate ya brain and leave ya body worped.
its the messiah,
lift chew you up and spit ya like saliva.
better yat im jesus.
fold you up and burn you like "in god we trust".


next weapon a labtop

Ill bash ya face...against the screen/
So you get all cut up...and you bleed/
Then ill smash ya face...on the keyboard/
and i squeeze tight around ya neck..with the power cord/
Then ill close the lid down against..ya head/
Twist and pull on the laptop..breaking ya neck so ya dead/

Next Weapon-- Soda Can

ill take this can and squash it.
lift ya head up and slice ya esophagus.
cut you down to ya spleen.
the finest cut up job since jeffry domer was on the sceen.
do the jo so good you could be sliped threw a screen.
recycle you and the can.
then burry the rains where I stand.

next weapon is a straw.

Bend the straw in half...and stab ya in the eyes/
Pull them out...then fling them into the sky/
Then stab the the staw..into your chest/
Push it in deep hitting ya heart...so ya face death/
Suck ya blood out...through the straw/
Tasting ya blood..and eating ya raw/

next weapon-- a piece of paper

The only weapon I need, is a piece of paper ~2~ hold-thought/
I can list every reason to why 'I' have... and 'YOU' have-not/
An outline of 'Ass'-tronomic' porportions annotaing all your 'Miss'-fortunes/
So face it ya Little MISS, ya ASS can neva ~Masta~ 'SHIT'/
Go ahead ~N~ Shake Ya Fist just like ya verse ya aint gona HIT/
Can't Ya 'C'... that YOU + ME equates ~2~ Catastrophy/
When ya Spit it's more like a Tragedy ~A~ lyrical Blasphamy/
Once this piece of paper exposes ya 'Whack-Game'/
Ya just gona lay down the MIC and Die ~N~ Shame/

Next Weapon=Holy water

Good luck

cast hollie water on ya flesh.
descenagrate into ashes as you suffer in death.
creatures of the night beware.
this holie water is vile,
no vamps life will it spare.
"in to the ahses i cast you.
sac religion is the last of you."

the next weapon is vampire fangs.

vampire fangs wat kind of weapon is that shit,
i could do mre damage wid ur mum and a sword fish,
nor bitch, suck my sausage, i'll kill ur wana b vamps in ur cemetary office,for fuck sake i can tell ur white, i'll stab a stake in your heart 2night, fuck this dark rap, this white cat style is whack,matter fact i'll shot a 12 gage to ur bck,pussy bitch, prostitut striper,

the next weapon is cell phone

violent intuiton lead me to my mission to spread the anger, the hate, murderous instincts/1
word was spread across the earth and all sorts of niggas ended up 6 feet under turf, chaos at the local precincts/2
the hit of my enemies and foes, i run the game like no one knows and defeat those standing in my path/3
and how did i gain control, commit the acts of pain and ingrain my seed with this a quick and deadly wrath/4
the hit men to which my violence was known, the violence into which i'm always prone, my conquering of the game came like a don makin' the call on my cell phone...

next weapon- hypodermic needle

aww cmon i can use more than a hypodermic needle
to tranquilize and pacify, maybe fight these sqirmin' weasles
cuz like the world is evil, i put bitches in gas chambers
give em burnin breathin, how i silence these wack haters
my style like a rap slayer, cuz i been screwin wit buffy
doods cant rap anymore, pukin while doin the upbeat

next weapon: playboy magazine

Roll the mag-up..fuck the fag-up..cause hes weak/
keep hitting him..nice and hard...right on the cheek/
Then bash-him..and smack-him..across the head/
keep hitting him till he bleeds..all over with red/
Then shove the mag...down his throat/
Make'em choke..then push him over cause he croaked/

Next Weapon-- a peice of wood

oh fuck it's a piece of wood, i could do mre damage wid a stick,
yo faze2 i meant jack the ripper, u chnge it to a fone, wat the fuck is that shit, now uve gone an fucked the weapon up, yo master c ante up. b 4 i pick ur granny up, in cadilac, i'll hav her sipping yac but she take it up the bck, i stuck a bag on her face, it dnt matter to me, the uglyness must run in the family, ay yo and then the cops cum,( ur daddy). so i shot him wid a shot gun. stop the silence, this is the next weapon so bring the violence.
i'll take all ur shit the nxt weapon is the magic stick

ill grab ya dick and rip off ur foreskin
itll hurt so bad, u'll take 10 shots of morphine
get shot like orphans lost in the streets
wander the wrong way, get popped in ur feet
so u cant walk to the clinic, ask the doctor for help
u die and ur kids later walk where u fell

next weapon: whipped cream

Ill pop the can open..then shove the nozzle in ya eyes..
Press down on the nozzle...and feel up ya insides...
Have you filled up so much...it flows out ya ears and mouth..
Having so much "flow"...it carries ya brain right out..
Then shove the can...straight down ya throat...
listen to you gurgle...cause you choked...

Next Weapon-- a Chain

ill use a chain to lay waste to ur face
worse than AK's sprayin hate in this place
stayin in made pace, im made to run on a timer
spit threats as if i puttin a gun on this rhymer
for fun imma grind ya, scraped up wit the chainlinks
draw a nasty picture, ya get rape fucked in a painting

next weapon: the mona lisa

1st of all i'll hav to go steal the painting,
it takes too long, and i hate waiting,
so fuck that,i'll use the rep-li-ca,
ive got the sexy french bitch, so now i'm fuck-in-her
i pulled bck her long black hair, i let her lick my nine,
i had to remember every moment cause this girls 1 of a kind,
the cops want it bck, so i used her as a hostage,
i'll use her 'eyes' to 'hypnotise' u from low 'pitch' to high 'pitch',
i would use the french bitches 'hair', to turn into sharp 'blades',
and 'rip' the 'shit' out ya 'roca wear', then me and her can roll up a haze,

that was a shit ass weapon the nxt weapon is original= a shot gun wid a uzi in the clip belt. enjoy!!!!""""""!!!!

I take the clip from the belt and whip it leave a welt.....
Knock a tooth out. Now you hiss when you shout.
You dont know what an uzi's about......

*****And what it does......When I pull it out*****

Nothing.......I just need to reach my shot gun so I can blow a load in your mouth... Now your brain hang south...

No weapons left but the belt from my waist now wrapped round the neck til you blue in the face....
Now you know how dead taste.
Just in case you dont know....Now you know you in a better place....You died before I got to spread the Uzi in your face...

Thats a disgrace..what a waste. Now a thing of the past....
But I'll never forget when I was done I jammed that clip in your ass.......

next - Cardboard Box

you fuckin bumb i'll snatch ya house right from unda ya/
take that cardboard and paper cut ya jugular/
im runnin ya man, the shit u spit decieves/
i'll carve a sword and shield outta cardboard and kill ya in make believe/
haha...bitch, i'll kill ya with any weapon in the station/
put u in a squared box, and fuck with ya imagination/ (for the spongebob heads)

next weapon: binoculars

ill take them noks and amplify them to see ure soul/my goal to make u never want to be a rap mogol/i flow so sick my dick drips wit da common cold/u just got told so be a paper and fold/ignorant follower of evil disknowledge/eat ya up and feed u to my cartilage
next weapon mathematics

first ill count ur steps, then mulitply by three/
i took a different angle so u look but cant see me/
u took five but thats fifteen total/
add another step and ill rip out ur vocals/
u feel the end nearing so u start actin trife/
fuck this bullshit, ill just subtract ur life/

next weapon is... a stick of dynomite straped to ya chest

a stick of dynamite right bitch is that it?/
u dumb enough to strap me to a bomb that aint lit/
that aint hardkore man i'll unstrap and beat u wit it/
open up, take the powder and feed u wit it/
u spit lames right well mahfucka say one word/
and the flames will engulf your very last verbs/
end ya career without no shine/
u were never hot just like that stick of dynamite/


next weapon: tape of the last episode of Seinfeld

that tape was recorded back in time/
so i must rewind to view and spit lines/
open dat shit and choke u wit it/
take u to within a second of death & split it/
or ill put u in a room to watch it over and over/
while a cow sucks ya dick & u cum on ya shoulder/
im a soldier harder than a boulder smarter than a folder/



fukin tape?? piece of shit weapon fuk it then next weapon is gonna be a britney spears song

yo this bitch aint no joke, she'll kill ya ass in a second/
ears bust,brain eplodes cuz of a britney spears record/
only thing this bitch is good for is bustin a nut/
honestly id rather listen to 2 flies fuck/
torture u make u listen to her shit cuz i wanna/
face it, biggest thing she did this year was just kiss madonna

next - nail clippers

u were supposed to kill me last time dumbass
fuk it then ill kill u twice to make up for it...


take a nail clippa cut my tone nails drop em in ya soup/
also poop ure a fluke u cant ball like white boys from duke/
i revive ya pump ya heart wit electricity now ure fulla energy/
melt that nail clipper into a sharp object u runin scared of me/
ure hit cryin half dyin im sighing not tryin but ama fukin lion/
believe it hoe u just got did worst then final destination 2 shit!/


next weapon: a saw

blood guts and gore spill out onto the floor
got you screamin at me "NO MORE!!!!"... your a maw
sliced in half from my rusty saw
diced and torn to pieces, mixin ya blood an feces
hack off each limb with the jagged edge
let you contract 1000 diseases
It will hurt like hell I pledge
next weapon=a keyboard haw haw

jack u piece of shit u didn leave a fuckin weapon
fuk it ill just use my bare hands.....

first ill smack that smug look of ya face
then ill punch u in and out of every race
disgrace u rhyme weaker than reveron mace
u displaced allure time is just a fukin waste
ama gauge ure eyes till ya bleed from every socket
pick ya pockets then get ure pimples and just pop it
bleeding internally cuz ure brain just got stumped
ure like mistical cuz ure fukin back just got bumped
do u like subzero my hero and take ure head off
next time come up wit a better name than "jack meoff"

next weapon: penile erection diesease

it stays limp, no matter how much u jack it
that wack shit wont cum no matta how much u practice
cuz its packed wit the remnants of a million diseases
but u feel it and squeeze it, still never spills or releases
until it releases, u can stand there wit ur hand on ur dick
or i can mangle this shit, splatter it and have u standin by it
cant handle this bitch, LOOK ur dicks lyin there on the ground
they leave it bare and brown and insects peck at it wearin it out
and where r u now, ur at a clinic lookin to get transplant
but to get a man to hand u his u'll have to dance wit a handstand
.... too tired to spit nemore

next weapon: words

they flow around you faster than a whirlpool
they can drownd and burn you like my lyrics were fuel
I leave you with no one to turn to
my words are so hot you sweat when I inhale
if your scared then bail, but you won't escape like a tragic horror tail
every letter slices through your turtle neck sweater
and your chance of survival never gets any better
I spit them fast.... my mouths a machine gun, they diss you hard but its all in clean fun

meh, I didn't really try

next weapon, a turtle.... haha!!!!

fuck a ninja turtle man, that crew is full/
instead i'll dip the ooze in ya mind cap so ya brain can overgrow ya skull/
now ya headless bitch , u nothin but dead weight/
i'll still beat ya lifeless corpse till my turtles shell breaks/
i'll let em snap at ya rhymes and take lines if he must/
but dude ducked his head and recoiled in disgust/

damn...that was pretty difficult..good shit

next weapon: fumunda cheese ...fumunda my dick biotch

u want me to use my dick to kill ya? that is really gay/
but okay i guess u like dick so ill smack u wit it all day/
force it into ure mouth till u choke no joke its longer dan a rope/
mad theories on how u came to be i reckon ure a product of the wackest mc/and some bitch wit cerebral palsy but ure ballsy/
ill give u that and nothing else i move in stealth with no need/
since ure front and a fukin phony u aint no O.G. u moby/
thats the second time i call u that cuz its true u a foo/
go to sku and learn some verbs so u can hang wit HERB/

next weapon will be one of NAS's pupils

all eyes on u? hell nah juss an optical cord/
nastradoamos is the only one seein u hit the floor/
wit a pupil i teach valuble lessons/
like whether or not there's a ghetto in heaven/
im juss here ta prove good things dun come in sevens/
he got one mic, u got one death, the only sacrifice was his sight from his left/
so left u wit a good length of nerve wrapped across ya neck//

next - a pen

i'll pop the cap off...and write-on-ya-cheeks..
dont struggle at all...so dont fight-on-ya-weak..
Stab you in both eyes...pull'em out and shove'em down ya throat..
Listen to you choke..as i give ya brain a little poke..
Then stab you in the chest..hitting ya heart..
Bringing you death..it wasnt that hard...

Next Weapon--a necklace

bitch i'll snatch ya necklace and choke ya till ya chest ceases to heave/
either that or plug a pearl in every openin so this bitch cant breathe/
i'll extend whats left and torture till u say my name/
but fuck i'll still teach ya "what i learned in the CIA"/(remeber the Simpsons where HOmer fough Bush oh yeah)
then i'll leave ya in the dirt where u cant hear crickets play/
and sell one of those pearls for your bitch as town in PA/

next weapon: the so called corpse of Nefertiti

yall lost site of the cypher long ago
it started as a hot topic like zim started as a hot show
but niggas like u get shit canceled
so my weapon of choice is a sharpend pencil
add the chunks of u left on the tip an holdin it to write is a handful
but my mandible grips around this shit wit out effort
but this shit is all fun an games til a niggas left hurt.....

next up....a baseball bat! c'mon this should be easy......

I lace all cats wit baseball bats//
Crack they skulls~see their thoughts and erase all facts//
Give ma enemies ~ new memories ~ and no venom is//
More lethal, and living entities with bending knees//
Is a result of the swing of the bat//
Man a nigga to broke to afford a gat//

a live wire

"a live wire"

noose ya neck wit an electrified line of live wire../
den i'd just hang u high from da 1st tall branch that id find 2 tie ya//
afta i um,cant quite decide from soakn him n gas 2throw his ass inside a fire now dis is option-B... /
steada letn em rott ona tree id use dat live wire 2tie sum cement blocks 2his feet so he'd finda spot @da bottom of da sea//
well even sharks gotta eat, n when they spot him... his corpse is lunchmeat/
then id use da same livewire on his wife n son,lash em2 death like its done in dem forein countries//


weapon of choice- a wooden spoon (lol)