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tec 9 homie sorry
i got my tec nine straped,dont let my-mind put-a gape exacted point blank in your dome,se my tec got the power of a tank blowin away souls for days the cold war went on and saints where no where to be found see after awile the sound of death apears in your ears and your fears phade likea blunt made just for that must i grab the gat ever 10 secounds excate cuss my mind playin tricks im in a twist cuss this shit got me fucked up so if i bust lead my bad i dint mean to make you dead |
next weapon is PX4storm baretta
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that's a gun play off that i guess....
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be more creative ok?no pistols or guns
weapon=rubberband |
It's time for death, nothing ya said is right man
May be a rubberband but it wont stretch ya lifespan See son, it may be a flow, but you wont float I'll kill you with a rubberband ball down ya throat Ya life is over, plus ya whack so, i mean, go figure Cuz im about to pull it back farther than a trigger lol Clipboard |
stuffing the paper down to your face'll fillup.. listing and organising...writing my many ways to kill ya.. take your toung and clip it with the attachment.. that also the paper..you can't scream now.. where's the reaction?...you ball I fist...you know I win I'll cover it..ha bitch rock beats paper :laugh: you hate it recording the data..ok you screamed?then you pleed.. then war cries...Oh shit I gotta start over I didn't indent the 1st line :laugh: lmfao soc how was that? weapon=happiness |
i told tha stupid bitch i was happy wit her over and over// she asked me to prove it, i got a fuckin range rover// she still didnt believe so i got her a cell and a new number// not knowin tha happiness would equal eturnal slumber// guess what you give you get back 100 fold// thinkin bout all i got, cant believe she told// now im in a jail cell, rottin bout to dye from dis ongoin cold// and all i can think bout is what if i never stole tha rove and just let her go...// (and if you aint notice, i killed myself while keepin her happy) *its fiction people, fiction next weapon: mechete (my favorite) |
hackin and choppin, half of a back is droppin
on the floor, i want more action, no stoppin cant stab, blunt point, bashin is the motion blood cascades like waves crashin in the ocean i slice it from behind just to watch the ass drop much gore, the tv news is smellin the cash crop next is gasoline |
Ok ok ok yall already know what time it
Yo i see ya over there mean muggin at da station/Im like quit starin at ya boy cuz we have no relation/U can be white and im black/we talk about eachother original nations/words get crossed and then begins da beef/Shots blastin nigga dancin but seem neither one of us is underneeth/I creep up into ya crib tie you and ya bitch up wit da ropes/Wake ya punk ass up or u girl gonna get one in here throat/oh ya not/Yo nigga skin dis bitch like a goat/Now while im diggin da knife into ya gut/screamin nigga wat/Nigga please/Nigga just bleed/As u still clingin on to ya last breath/I open up ya mouth and insert da gas cantine/I say it burns bitch dis wat u get for lookin mean/As im pourin down in ya throat a canister fo gasoline Not my best shit but still trill though Next Weapon=Its dat sweet dat nasty dat gusy stuff.......Its pussy if yall aint herd |
okay, here i go...
lickin pussy is unhealthy, so i dont do it// (i cant think of shit else my nig, sorry) next weapon...females |
Ayo i got females going for 50 dollars a pop/They love u longtime show em dick and money/and they'll hope/ I'll take ya money and leave u in the room wit her for about an hour/Dont worry if it stink u can make her use da shower/She'll do wat she gotta do cuz she gotta get paid/U already done fuckin/Oh yeah/da bitch got aids
All right aint my best shit but im still workin wit it Next Weapon=Speakers |
ok d-rock heres how ill beat ya, grab this cable start swingin the speakers,
wrap em round ur face like a pair of heat seekers, choke u like a bitch then feed u tweeters, stick a 12" sub up ur ass so fast u dont feel the blast as i turn up volume and u smash like glass. next weapon - ford fiesta (car) |
You just cant contest a mahnster like me
As i jump in my ford and turn the ignition key Change the drive into forward as your skills in reverse Nigga , me runnin you over time after time is what we rehearse SPLAT..there goes your remains , ya lost your Brains Tire marks Ruptured your Viens , now y ou fucked up like you was on cocain Mahnsters Just lyrically insannne Aight next wepon - Cow shit |
When I rob a bank, I yell "Get on the floor now bitch"
Those who don't end up eating a buncha cow shit I tell em "Hurry up and put the money in the bag hoe Or I'll take more cow shit and shove it down your throat" So I did what I said, and the bitch began to choke I tried to escape, but this stupid weapon got me smoked Next Weapon - Piece of Paper |
yo check it bitch i own the deed to all you have
now you cant afford to even purchase a doo rag got lucky for a second playin poker wit me thought you was sick now the shit switched to sickly so right now sign ya name on the dotted line guess its kind of a shame that everything you got is mine yo dude dont feel bad im happy for the win though we on the fifth story this guy jumped out the window oh snap! next: the cap of a beer bottle |
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