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step back dude...cause i got a vacuum..
Cause ill suck you up cause ya raps doomed.. Suck out ya eyes so you cant see ya death.. Your gonna die so try to atleast be ya best.. Jam the vacuum into.....your rib cage... Suck out ya heart n wear it as a merit for days.. Next Weapon: A Fork |
you're pretentious g, i grab the extension key
and beat you with knives and forks extensively ^ take it or leave it.. my offers true. till you have silver ware.. ing off on you text wise its just i cant cohort with this hoe.. hes going off the other direction like a fork in the road next weapon: a pitbull |
I'll let my pitbull bite ya.....right in the ass...
Im not gonna pull him off, just forget ya past.. Cause ya gonna be forgotten when your gone.. pit bites out ya lungs so another breath ya wont spawn.. Then let him tear at ya face, so ya can be a john doe.. Now no one remembers you cause ya just was a hoe.. Next Weapon: Card Board |
a piece of cardboard is all i need 2 kill ya
i'll cardboard cut ya till u look worse than tha dancers 4rm thrilla 2 break ya in half i'll donkey kong u w/ a hug 4rm a gorilla they call me nymfo a.k.a tha blood spilla i'll use this piece of cardboard 2 heat tha fire than i'll grill ya & thats how i used tha cardboard 2 kill ya next weapon=a single strand of hair |
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ill rush through doorways with more-ways to kill than em portrays//
and have your body crossin rivers, like cousins of Jorjes!// whos that bitch above with two lines? man i hate those-strangers// ill hang his body like a deer from my clothes-hangers// an let him bleed to death, he needs to clean his breath// but hes not capable of cleanin shit his brains not even left..... Patriot Missles Anonomous |
Fuck it, i dont need hand guns or pistols..
Cause i got a fucking Patriot missle... Just have you locked...into my sight Make sure its right, then send it to end ya life.. Watch as it races towards you so quickly... Hits you and blows you to pieces, thats sick G.. Next Weapon: A Pen |
MY PEN IS VERSETILE AS A MURDER WEAPON/
ITS DEADLIER THAN ANY FUCKERS SMITH AND WESTON/ I CAN USE IT TO WRITE LYRICS WHICH WILL SCAR YOU MENTALLY/ OR AS A KNIFE TO THE HEART LEAVIN ME IN THE PENETENTARY/ I A FUCKING SICK BASTARD DRAWIN THE INK TO A SYRINGE/ THEN INJECTING IT INTO UR VEINS MAKIN EMCEE'S CRINGE/ I'LL PUT ONE PEN UP EACH NOSTRIL AND SIT A AT A DESK/ SMASH U FACE DOWN ON THE TABLE - IN HELL YOU'LL REST/ IM A FUCKIN PSYCO STATIONARY KILLER N DO AS I PLEASE/ STAB IT THROUGH BOTH CHEEKS WHILE UR BEGGIN ON UR KNEES/ STAB U IN UR EAR TO ACTUALLY GWRITE SUM GOOD LYRICS ON UR BRAIN/ I'LL DO ALL THIS MUTHA FUCKER - R U READY FOR THE PAIN?/ NEXT: ROPE |
Ill tie the rope up into a noose...
Hit you with it to let my anger loose.. Put it around your neck, pulled tight.. Hop you had a nice life, cause ya die tonight.. Kick the stool out fron underneath you.. Listen to you choke and laugh too.. Next Weapon: Paper Clip |
Imma take this basic//object that is a paper clip//bend, twist, break, and reshape it//then let Masta took a look and C how Imma make his life fade quick//Usin' a rubber band to form a bow and arrow's played kid//I just turned it into some small claws//to use Freddy Kruger style and slap scratch off ya jaw//take out ya eyes, ears, nose, and continue scratching 'til nothin's left//Recognize the game plan's to simply render you senseless (ha ha)//Abandoned in the street to symbolize rap's free since it's Masta's dead//I started to fill out the tombstone but since he was nothin', I left it blank instead
next weapon: tombstone |
Here lies the muthafucka that fucked wit the best,
now the fragments from the tombstone are left in his chest, your headstone wouldn't rip through your flesh, so i pummled you till no life or blood was left, carve my name on your face with the broken stone, im the kid your momma told u to leave alnoe, now its over bitch deal wit it, killin's my fuckin meal ticket, on some serial killa shit and thats just being real wit it. next weapon; shot put |
practicin my shot put throws/
step on my toes, i'll lose control/ beat you down wit the steel~ball/ ya familys gonna need to pray for u in the steeple/ i'll smash ya face inwards/ ya wont even have a human figure/ next weapon = snowball |
i send low blows as i hit mcs with snow-balls//
cause theyre plain as fuck, like houses with no-walls// an as my foe-falls, i white wash-em-on-the-spot// i stay suspensful, like waitin for my-bomb-to-drop// i stay on-the-top, like im a fuckin eskimo// im ready to pack another ice ball an let-it-go... Next Weapon: Wood Shredder (the machine you put large branches in) -Anonomous- |
Plug in the shredder and turn the switch...
Laugh at you cause im about to churn this bitch.. Bash ya head against it a few time, soon you die.. Dont be a rude guy, cause you dont have 2 lives.. Throw you in it, and listen as you scream for help.. Listen to it crunch you up as you just yelp... Next Weapon: Deck Of Cards |
pick up a deck and let the energy start chann-len/
fling hot cards that explode on contact like gambits/ thats why i stay away from casinos and gamblin/ toss aces fast enough to cut off ya hands kid/ when have you seen a royal flush cause damage/ every time i play go fish the kids run scramblin/ next weopon...........iron |
PLUG THIS SHIT IN AND TURN IT TO MAXIMUM HEAT/
SWING IT BACK, TWAT YOU, TAKE YOU OF YOUR FEET/ HIT THE FLOOR LIKE A BABY TRYIN TO WALK - 1 MONTH OLD/ PRESS THE PLATE ON YOUR FACE - SMELL THE SKIN SMOULD/ TAKE THE ELECTRICAL CHORD - WRAP IT ROUND YOUR NECK/ THIS IS HOW I KILL EMCEE'S - GAININ MY RESPECT/ I'LL CHOKE YOU MUTHA FUCKER TILL YOU CANT BLEED/ HIT YOU ROUND THE HEAD WITH IT MAKIN YOU BLEED/ HAVE YOU HAD ENOUGH OR AINT YA GONNA GIVE UP/ IM A BAD ARSE MO' FUCKER - THATS WHATS UP/ NEXT WEAPON: GLASS BOTTLE |
I shatter ya brains as if i dropped a glass bottle
my bullets spread pain, when i squeeze the throttle my lyrics is precise to science like Einstein i'm on a mission to define, how my lyrics can outshine Young Black, it's ya boy God son come thru ya block and make ya whole squad run Next Weapon = Heat Do not make a new post if you forget to leave a weapon! Edit your old post, and add the weapon. ~Bounce~ |
Throw you in a burner and let the heat melt you....
Listen to you scream, but this is what i delt you.... Your skin starts melting off of you on to the floor.. I turn up the heat core give you some more.... Watch you...as you slow...start to burn alive... Shits so fucking nasty....i have to turn aside... Next Weapon: CD Case |
i take the jewel case and fuckin shove it through your temple,
then i snap the cases cover and this is when you start to tremble, i cut the palm of my hand to show you how to bleed, then i begin to head over to slice the organs with which you breath, the broken edge on the case is not that sharp. so when i start to open your chest its not being cut, but torn apart, you beg me to make it sharper but i reply a cd case is all you've got, then you hand me a gun and say i'd rather die from being shot, well im not that nice a guy so i continue to shred your organs, and as soon as you cant fight back i leave to bleed until the morning. Next Weapon: 3 foot fluorescent light bulb |
Ill use this light bulb dont even fight dawg..
Dont give me lip, if ya wanna live use the right talk.. But you dont so i gotta smack you, till it cracks.. I'll just easily slap you, but still it racks.... Up the pain cause ill shove the bulb down ya throat.. Turn it on so you light up like a tree but now ya croak... Next Weapon: A Candy Bar |
i beat yo ass in da ground with a fuckin candy bar/
im a whole damn universe ur a fuckin fallen star/ my flow expose u 4 the bitch u truly r/ my shit hit u harder thn a fuckin car/ i heard yo shit i think u should be barred/ i leave yo ass with a snickers wrapper beaten and scarred/ next weapon: mic |
The Greatest Weapon In the Worlsd Is the Fucken Mic
Man To Kill Fuken Newbie Kats Like u I Need Only 1 Strike Man I Only Need That 1 Strike To Kill You, Ok streetdreamz I will Hit You SO Hard I Stop Hearin You Little Gurly Screamz With My Lyrical Rein Will Put u though terror And Murder You And At the end of it all u will Die And This Cypher Will B Through Next WeaponA Blue Crayon |
One mic, one night, bitch figth to the death,
sound check on ya punk ass ill eat at ya flesh, choke u wit da cord while im spittin flames onstage, open up ya skull wit it like im turnin a page, now i could let u off easy or finish it now, but wit one final swing of the mic im crushin ya brow, next weapon; a pack of cigarettes holla at em |
Wow 2 weapons ill use them both to kill...
Cigs to burn ya n a crayon to stab you still.. Light the cigs up and press them against you.. So they burn ya and you scream like a girl too.. Color ya face blue like ya was a fucking smurf... Stab you in the heart with it so it hurts... Next Weapon: Plastic Bag |
Murder You From Behind Ya man Aiight
Take a Plastic bag to Kill Ya In This Fight Ya Name Masta C Bull You Know Masta Man With My Punches I'll Blast ya Your Gonna Color Em And Make em a Smurf If Ya DO that Ima Call ya the Biggest Perv Next WeaponDirt |
I will kick some dirt on your pants..
just to make you mad cause ya rant.. Pick up some dirt and throw it in ya mouth... Listen to ya cough and spit whose dying now?!.. Pushed you over and bury you alive in dirt... Bitch, i tried to tell you that this didnt work.. Next Weapon: A Can |
Can-i bust ya muthafuckin head open,
leave blood stains on ya kicks just soakin, boastin and blastin on niggas flows is ample, stuff the can in ya mouth have ya shitin out campbels, no im really pissed cause im hungry ass fuck, but you shit out the food now ya shit outta luck next weapon; a sharpie holla at em |
I'll make you kick the bucket by throwin' this can I found//I filled wit it with gasoline and mean to burn you down//Lit my bootlegged bomb before it left my hand to 'cause your incineration//opening Satan's gates with your continuous iterations//of pain, agony, and other sounds of misery from my creation//ashes to molecules, rest in peace with your damnation
next weapon: Thor's Hammer |
i dont kno who thor is, but i kno a hammer..
id take one to lil kims face, damn i cant stand her.. in her zip old navy hoody, dont play me pussy, bitch.. im like a hammer dat u hold in yur hand, i make hits.. stealin a wack nore line, i cud commit a gory crime.. pound sumones face in wit a hammer, check tha storyline next: a fork |
dont forget muthafucka that killins a sport,
score the highest goal stab u in the face wit a fork, put holes in ya to where ya fuckin figure distorts, it wasnt easy nigga cause ya bone didn't give, but eventually made a meal outta u and ya kids, i woulda rather used a spoon cause torture's some hot shit. next weapon; a zig zag package |
ITS EASY ROLL THIS HERB UP AND SMOKE HIM
NIGGA SO BLATEN COUDENT EVEN TOK SIM CUZ SIM IS A BLUNT WIT HEROIN SMOKE THAT AND LOOK LIKE MY BATTLE RECORD FUCK AN MC, IN REAL LIFE IM A SERIAL KILLER LIKE WHEN I SMOKE 2 JOINTS OUT MY ZIG ZAG REFILLER This is your final warning, follow rules of the forum or be banned! ~Bounce~ Next Weapon= Road Kill |
Pick up a dead animal off the road...
Run up to you holding my nose... Hit you with it till you fall down... Keep hitting you with it till you call out-.. in pain, but i dont stop till your red... Cracking ya skull till you lay there dead.. Next Weapon: Battery |
It’s time for this snitch to become apart of my plot.
Hook his azz up to a battery and commence wit electric shock For trying to deceive the flock Have his family bereaved as the read Rip on his rock. Connect the wires to his cock And turn the bitch all the way up ‘till his nutz go pop Killem wit hypnosis |
Ill start staring at you so you freak out..
Make you hit yourself, whose beat now?.. You better keep down, Im throwing shit.. Hit you in the head like i was mowing it... Just Blink my eye and your limbs fall off.. Then Just mold you up cause ya all soft.. Next Weapon: Key Chain |
I'll fuckin damage ya/
hamma ya with a thousand keys like a janita (janitor)/ brandin' a key chain cennected to a hand that manage ta/ deframe his skull from his pee brain like brass knuckles to watch his ass buckle got delt with hands like a new deck to shuffle/ getem with bad breath |
Take a deep breath and exhale on ya face...
Listen to you go "ewww" isnt it great?.. Keep breathing on you till you turn green... Then you start yelling "ahhh it burns me".. But i dont stop i keep breathing though... Till ya melted away like ya was a ice cream cone.. Next Weapon: A Tissue |
Nice Ge:thumbup:
Now this is how I terminate any issue/ I don't need a hitman to get you/ just some water and tissue/ send in Gs to kidnap my enimies have their wrist strapped unitil they bleed/ streched out on a table not able to breath/ cause wet tissue over your face easily does the deed/ killem with tongs |
Pick up some tongs.....cant go wrong..
Cause when i start snapping ya wont last long.. Ill clamp ya eyes out, so you cant see ya death.. Got you on your knees saying "dont hurt me just yet".. But ill hit you over the head so your skull cracks.. Spread ya skull apart, then take your brain and go "Smack!".. Next Weapon: News paper |
i stab niggas with rolled up newpapers/
more victims than a repeated prison escapist/ i can use it to break yo face, slit ur throat, or cut off ur erection/ cuz im lethal with the weather, and even the sports section/ im nasty wid it when i get my hands on the news tribune/ leave ur blood sprayed on ur body like polo perfume/ ill stuff it down ur throat n murder u by asfixiation/ serial killers idolize me more than they idolize jason/ the po-po catchin me is like tom catchin jerry/ after im done murderin everyone, i unroll my paper n read ur names in the obituaries/ lawn mower |
I'm laying yo punk ass out like lawns/
and let the blades give you a fade when I squeeze palms/ aruond me punks don't stay calm/ cause It's the Lawnmower Man they see on a killen spree at the crack of dawn/ let your brains spew over the honey dew/ Then I'm back in the house before it gets to sunny dude/ hitem with a squid |
Ill go to the ocean to get a damn squid...
Hit you with it so hard it splits this mans lid.. Let its suction cups suck out ya fucking eyes.. And this is no lie...cause ya will soon fucking die.. Shove its tentacles down ya throat so you choke.. Theres no hope its no joke cause bitch ya just croaked.. Next Weapon: Skateboard |
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