show these coward emcees what we mean by lead~force/
I'll stain~cement~floors/ wit pillboys~dead~corpse/ then~head~north/ who really wanna run~tha~death~course/ get~heads~tossed/ an you don't want another~ friend~ lost/
my~left~cross/ distaster to tha punk that pops~off/ saw~arms~off/ then throw em in tha lake like a mob boss....

next weapon: bike chain

as i look aroung in this shed//
i grab the bike chain and hit ya head//
i wanna make ya waste ya last breath//
put it around ya neck and watch ya choke to death//
then ima burn ya until theres nothing left//
ahhaha burn bitch burnnnnnnnnnnnnn//

Next Weapon-fly spray can

what the fucks goin on i never heard~of~you~faggots/
ya on death row cuz im bout to start sprayin and burn'n~ya~maggots/
crucially provin my example of the damage i can do wit a fly spray~can/
destroyin ya just like the last gay pornstar that approched me wit the line "hey~man!"/
"i give great hand jobs wit my straight out tray~hand"/
"so what do you say, will ya come wit me to gay land"/
so i got fed up decided to tear out those~guts/
and finished of the last one, of the male clothed~sluts/

the next weapon: Battery Acid

ok i see as how i'm gonna have to melt down element 99
battery acid's his choice of death, just leave the rest to my mind
tie his ass up and drip it on him one drop at a time
tortured him b4 i killed him?yeah i admit to the crime
he asked for it, i just helped him out, aint i such a good guy
anyone else wanna die, let me know, i'll give it a try

next weapon:cold water

Yo Dawg I Gotta Kill i need tha thrill//
man i just cant watch Pill do that i just can stand still//
so a grab a bottle from mi freeza and stalk ya//
say i wanna to talk to ya//
then pull tha bottle out ov mi coat//
then shove it down ya throat//
Make Ya Choke to death//

Next Weapon-a blue Pen

Mc-uski has choosen to die from a blue pen,
i'll empty the ink down ya throat and have ya pukin,
stab this pen in ya heart now your life you'll be loosin,
it's over for you now, a coffin is all you'll be viewed in,
they'll see you wit death scribbled on ya forehead,
if ya gave me more than a blue pen you'd be more dead,

next - baseball bat

yo yo ill take u on ABAK//
i will kill ya with my baseball bat//
and start hitting ya head//
somm you'll be dead with a lot of bloodshead//
man saying ima gonna die ahah ima still here//
im neva gonna show u fear//
fool i will neva die at ur feet//

Next WeaPon-a Eminem CD

Yo u wanna die quick... listin to this mans voice//
eminem - drips.... the one wit obie troice//
yo thinkin im playin dawg it's worse than a broken fauset//
their be blood shed everywere.... theill be 'cleanin out yo closet"//
"without me" youd be eminem without doctah dre as a witness //
"youll colaps" mother fucker, but it's not realy any of my 'busneiss"//

just fo the recrord im actualy a big fan of em so don't think im meanin this shit....

next weapon: words

Words are my everyday weapon thats why im undefeated
Cuz when i spit words, they drain ur stamina, u depleated
I'm unique with my words so i spit crazy rhymes that kill
And just like sharp blades, blood my words will spill
My vocal chords are like a serial killer, I kill thousands a day
My spit is like hydrochloride acid, melt away ur face when i spray
Tongue spits fast like an oozie let loose to destroy your face
I just killed u w/ words, its an everyday thing, ur not up to my pace
-KeMy$t

Next Weapon - a quarter (money)

u aint half of 50 cent cuz u have trouble tryna rhyme..
in the end i drop filthy text,but still u aint worth a dime..
ya spits seem like u murdered the alphabet then yeild..
cuz i wudnt hear u do audio for a quater cuz u from the corn feilds..
il peel back ya wig peace leave ya missin when i spit a masterpeice..
it aitn funny how my thoughts are so money,aka pak n heat..
THe way i claim this beef quick to jack ya funds like armed robbery..
keymyst a bitch,leavin ya shuk like muhammad ali..

Weapon-dingleberies LOl

Here u go tech nine,this is the soup of the house
u ask whats in it?take a big gulp and find out
taste good,huh. well im glad you liked it
my special recipe,call it dingleberrie surprise kid
smell wont come out for days,cursed u with stank mouth
which means every time you spit, shit is whats comin out

hahaha

next weapon: pubic hairs

U wanna attack me?, go ahead, I double dare u/
I'll pull down my pants and watch my pubic hairs kill u//
Long and strong, behead ur ass like Laser beams/
Thank ur mom for raising these lean killin machines//
I forgot, she died quick as fuck/
She choked on the pubic hairs on my nuts//

Next weapon: Pillow Case

Repitition's a bitch, Infinite Skillz just loves it
Like a CD thats skipping, you have to unplug it
You spit bunk shit, dumb shit gets you done quick
Wrap it over your face, this pillow case you get done with
The matching bed spread, now blood red, you fluids soaked in
Regurgitation of lyrics, weak shit you just posted
So I sit back on my throne, and enjoy every second
You get tore up and ripped off like your gold plated necklace

~Infinite aka The Real One aka JohnnieBlaze007~

Weapon: Necklace

You Gettin Platinum Rippin Up Ya Throat, A High Priced Murder||
Twist That Shit Around And Pop It Like Im Washin Down A Burger||
Ill Make You Up And Switch Servers, You Blazin on Johnsons||
Big Dicks In Ya Mouth So You Got Kids On Ya Conscience||
U Spit Nonsense I Spit The Shit That Leads To National Violence||
I'll Bash-Ya-Both-Eyes-In Ya Thaughts R Soft I Leave U Mindless||
Chuck A Compass Ninja Star in Ya Temple Give yo Mind Some Direction||
Dont Mind My Perfecion Wit A Nine To yer Midominal Section||

Weopon- Ceramic Globe

start this off by hangin this shit frum ya ear lobe/
next this going explorin as a wordly anal probe/
call me satanic but the ceramic's makin me barbaric/
so for my next trick ya new tongue ring's going ta strech all the way to ya hips/
let me point out to u where ya met ya fate on this globe/
just feel for warm blood stains, before they start ta grow cold/

weapon - cd