where the hell is the next topic?..

Razh

next topic...dog shit

haha thats a tuff one oh well..

fuck gats n glocks i got my dog shit,
leave yaw stinky when u get hit,
nigga u get left all smelly,
shit stains on yo pelle pelle,
sorta smells like the expired meat in the deli,
u stuntin oh really, let me get my ammo dog poo,
n i'm a bout to hit u, with-it now i be waitin fo my dog ta shit-it,
so i can get ammo now some people leave it burning in bags,
i choose to slang it at yo doo-rag,
punk mutha fuckaz dont wanna fuck with my (dog)shit,
get yo whole house filled from celin to basement if u slip.

Post the next weapon in your post dumbass

smith and wessons when yall gonna learn ya'll lesson/
messin with this AK 1s ima leave ya'll stunned/
this shit aint fun ima go off wit the gun/
shot ya ass in the face wit no trace of any rum/
fuck ya vest ima penetrate ya chest/
grab the throne like i was "will" and it began with the "smith"/

from beg. to end back to beg.

YEA WHATS the weapon,
my bad fo not writin the next weapon

I did'nt flow on here yet
but I say the next weapon is

WEED SMOKE

I'll flow on whatever the next weapon is

WESTSIDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

yo when i take a toke from the bong n puff out my smoke can no one find-ya,
straight in yo eye to blind-ya, no need to remind-ya,
what i can do while the smoke appears,
this grey matter is what every man fears,
as i pack mo in the cone piece i take a drag n feel the inner peace,
leave the po's in a grey fog confused,
gets my homies amused, how the dea cant see thru,
we all blaze up blunts cuse we aint got nuthin else ta do.

Next weapon: brass knuckles

fine no one online i'll reply to my own weapon........

yo when i got my brass knuckes,
i'm ready ta punch any pussy nigga who chuckles,
at my direction nigga u best betta get yo face protection,
cuse i leave it indented i'm tempted,
to put on the knucks n punch-ya leave a bruise,
yaw cant fight back whats the use,
u know u gunna loose, man the situation get so bad i have ta go to po interviews,
leave yaw outcold fo months like yo entaties got knocked the fuck outta uz,
now an axe (next weapon) be the latest street news

I dont like to ask
But I'll axe a question
when I'm swinging for your legs I'll cause U indigestion
Never use a mask cuz I'm aimin for your face
Choppin like a butcher never leaving a trace
All the guns and ammo cant hold me
when I got the cammo and I'm swingin free
Better start running when you hear Havana man coming
Get your FLASHLIGHT(next weapon) cuz its Dark when I'm hunting

See flex i flex and stretch and raise my mag light overhead
You heard the story of the hunterbutcher lost and wound up dead
We don't need you and don't want you Puerto Rico? I just sonned you
Think you cut it?, now toy shut it, put yr axe down fucking muppet
I crack your neck under weight of my black torch
Drag you through the woods, under my back porch
Buried alive in a coffin, yr feeling nothing
How the fuck you gonna hurt me with an egg McMuffin?[next weapon]

Uk.

I'll take that eggMcMuffin and staple it to your lips
Use your mag light and shatter the bones in your hips
Drag your body thru my hood as the pitbulls start to follow
All I can think of is the legend of Sleepy Hollow
I'm done my son no more for me to do
The pits look pretty hungry sucks to be U
Call me Ronald cuz U just been served like McDonalds
Next time I might have to cut you like some Vinyl(records)<- next weapon

i take vinyl record line the outside wit blades,
slice a chunk out ya neck now im da renegade//(death is immenent)

death is immenent i murda u in yo sleep and make sure the evidence is not evident,
do the job rite fo the rite amount of dead president,
fuck a resident of the oposing enemy imagine them-in-me,
entities combined confined murderin with such annomosity,
such velocity god take yo life away anytime its like chaos-city,
uzi glock what eva when eva i'm prepared neva scared,
to take away yo life put in stire cut waist-up,
now taste-up the last bit of oxygen,
cuse i'm about to take some one's life away again.


next weapon: a pen (yes stabbing ppl with it)

Evidence is evident,
it goes by definition
I follow you to the theatre, wait for the intermission
Listen,
silence in the cubicle, then the click of my parker
I crash in through the door,
shit yr shit just got darker
Blue eyes full of ink and thinkin how many wounds you've got
True lies of your life flash by punctured skin I'm thinking what?
To do you next with, but yr dying
yr girl burst in, now she's crying
Pull out my biro and send her with you
But no-ones left now, I wanna go too

SO KILL ME! with a wire coat hanger