a battery?!, well lets get charge with assult ,
put convulsions in ya and claim that it wasnt my fault,
cause i come with two sides, negative and a positive,
put ya up to both and i bet you'll be pretty talkative,
teeth chatter, blood splatter, now you bleeding out ya eyes,
watchin all the fireworks and sit as your brain fries.

next weapon- a tampon

Open the box..and pull out a unopened tampon quick/
Open it up...and stab you in the eyes with it/
Then let it absorb all your blood...and get all puffy/
Smack you with it a few times...cause you arent so lucky/
Then take my time at jamming it...so far up your cunt/
That your insides start flowing out..i just enjoy this fun/

Next Weapon-- a fork

like luda, imma use this steak knife and a fork
to take em down when i begin to bite at the pork
would u like some more? ill serve u on a silver platter
you'll feel me slap ya, imma fork u and kill this rapper
so until i have ta, imma save up my silverware
but if ya there, ill scratch ya ass up and strip u bare

next weapon: a plastic spoon

Ill spoon your eyes-out..cause your mine-now/
So you cant see-right..it blows ya mind-out/
and C-fights dirty..and i spoon till i hit ya brains/
And i take spoon fulls of ya brain and eat it..im insane/
Then i just stab the plastic handle..into your heart/
And watch you fall over..and your head crack apart/

Next Weapon-- a pen

I'll let the ink drown u, watch the words clown u
the nib a cm long but it cuts right thru u//
Pennin rhymes that ordainarily associate wit crime
verbally buryin niggas while i stay above the line//
Oh shit! Now the pen run out i'll have to use the mouf
and drop on a knee for ur wife while i play down souf//

Next weapon = ur dik

Yo HIV is out there, I don't mean to scare,
but beware Life aint fair, before you end up in jail
you take a chance, find some romance, and at a glance,
You take your pants off.
Your immune system will fail: you start to cough.
You got no spare life, the rests' strife, check out this cyph...
er, I hired her: The whore you went with, you plead the 5th.
You got whacked by somethin invisible, STDS,
Got jacked by the biz of girls, relentlessly
Now watch how it unfurls, you got no plees.
You're not gonna die tommorow or the next,
But check this, theres no sorrow in my text.
I wrecked this life you were livin,
Could of fucked your wife in the kitchen
but instead you turned to the street, you got beat,
nothing but defeat,
And now i'm switching, After your man hood starts itchin,
Your wife you gotta leave her, the next person up got a meat cleaver

duck, cuz im swingin.
sicker than lynch with this cleaver.
chopping up guts and spleans.
making forbidin recipies it seems.
but im just eliminating the garbage.
cast a flame to ya remains and dart quick.


leaves ashes as next weapon.

ill throw hot ashes...on ya face/
Burning you...all over the place/
Melting ya eyes...so it runs down ya cheeks/
Ya skin peeling off..Showing that ya just weak/
It just burns you alive...ya running around in flames/
Till you fall over just roasting burnt to a crisp, and they say im sane/

Next Weapon-- a wheel

His time passes now its time 4 U 2 die by ashes
pour on top gasses and start flickin matches/
ashes on wensday are perfect lyrical tactics
ur life is a problem I solved with mathamtics/
There answer is there right in front of U
Now People on here can read me makin fun of u/
Thats it is over Im done with U
Next time Ur weak rimes cum up Ima save time and avoid U/
Next Weapon:Ur Moms breast

U stole my ashes and thought ur rimes are ideal
so now u get sotamized by a wheel/
Ur dirt who is ur record 4-1?
If u was in my town ur satus would be 0-Ton/
U must be on XTC trying ur best 2 be an mc
stop contestin me ur rimes are shit and thats real C/
Come with a weapon that can last the opposite of fast
lyrically and physiclly I bet Ill whip Ur ass/

Next Weapon: Speakers

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