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strangle fags, murder with charged volts
excape this death <-- trust me you wont once its around ya neck, basically its over cant stand the volts when eels on u shoulda they seap in, stop ya heart, ya breath fades lifes over, cause of eels u wont c anotha day Next Weapon - Candy Cane |
if you see me creepin im ready to attack you/
wrap dude wit the ell and let it zap you// buzz through ya ears ringin ya drums/ its eletric shock more sever the stuns// like a tazer of water im usin ta kill you/ let the electric pulse fill you// so the kid gets a broken neck and dies to/ i fry you so the cops dont recognize you// 6 feet deep enemies is goin under son/ so when that ells power goes out i throw it back and grab another one// next weapon: broom |
Sweep ya ashes up right after this sin
fucked wit the best, knew u couldnt win fucka flow, my broom will beat ya ass its true, step up and youll get smashed wacked on the head, come back for more you'll get fucked up more then hot whore Next Weapon - Pink Pencil |
I Could Kill This Cat With A Fucking Pink Pencil...
I'll Use This Weak Thing As My Killing Untensil... So He's Famous Here? The Fuck? I Only Learned His Name This Year... Plain As Queer Dress Cel Up In Nike To Get His Brain In Gear... These Bars Dismiss Your Malevolence, Fuck Me? The Hardest Missiles are Celebate... This States The End Of Cel's Relevance Like Mass Producing Artificial Intelligence... This Wack Bitch-Herb Think's He Sexier Than Speek EZ... (user title) His Wack Ass Rhymes Are Like Decaying D-Bris... He Steals All His Rhymes From The Movie 8-Mile... It Looks Like Mr. Cel Is Out Of His Stial... (his name = celestial... cel-stial style?) Next Weapon - Aluminum Foil (if it has been used already... credit card is next weapon) EDITED FOR WEAPON! |
Young the king of this rap shit, nigga i'm royal
i'm known to wrap niggas up in aluminum foil swipe you through the machine like a credit card you've been decline, man you far from a rap star but me, these lyrics is made to spittin Black, stay low like laden, when i'm hittin next weapon: extension cord |
niggas get ready set an appointment for the mourge/
i give niggas shock and choke um wit extension cords// what comprehension for if you cant understand im perfect/ i plug it in ya ass and make ya brain short circuit// it aint worth it for fags ta fuck wit my rhyme/ i leave ya head fryed hair lookin like einstien// next weapon garbage can |
this herb is spitting like he is da fucking man...
bitch, i beat u over da head wit a garbage can... his location is where the money is, ya, i bet... i merk this dudes ass, even though this is the net... his only bling bling he gots is from a gumball machine... your punches bounced off young like a trampoline... (eek) i have a good closer, but your ass deserves worse... so, ima finish this off with: 'PRACTICE YA VERSE'... Weapon : straw EDITED AGAIN FOR WEAPON! FUCK! |
NAh that is niggih that spits all off topic/
But I'm here to merk him wit a straw, aight I got it// Gimmie a straw and I leah you fah dead/ All I do is take the end of the straw, and put it through the back of ya head/ Or tempt me not and I'll put it through ya neck/ Wach ya shit bleed and spill, and you'll be droppin in a sec./ This bitch tried to make it difficult, by givin me a simple straw/ I done merked a cat wit a straw already, what else is new dawg// And when I'm done ther will be no trace of any evidence/ I'm so fuckin psyched out, I drink out the straw, at yo residence// Next time gimmie somein a lil more subtle/ That way when I ease you and you drop, paramedics dont huddle/ All they be thinkin is how professional is this man, he killed with a utinsil/ I've never seen this before, the best was a stencil/ Nah before I go I'm give some body a topic fah you to get If you nice, you can you'll leave no trace, of the weapon you merked wit// *Edited for clearity ~Bounce~ Next Weapon: A hand made cocktail bomb W/ Nails as shrapnel. |
Wtf dawg damn
wut shud i do wit a cocktail bom pour myself a drink.. Cuz o drop boms out my mouth when i start to think.. Im explosive.an im dope your just hopelss. an this whole occasion aint worth it.... Half these wak are wak tailz.. wtf is cocktail bom wit nails a shrapnel. Weapon:Hypnotic Blunt WRAP |
i step in crib and straight continue 2 rape ur spouse/
she likes deepthroatin alot so i let my dick choke her out/ no murder on me i'll just get a year den i'll get out/ da guardz cant stop me cause ill beat them wit a computer mouse/ datz fucced up how you'll die from a nigga datz breakin down houses/ itz like im bill gates everybody dies computer chipz and computer mouses/ *****next Weapon******Tre-Pounded mack 11 |
^ Bitch Up Here Didnt Even Post A Weapon...
So Ill Kill Him With Rhymes, So Heres The Mic Checkin... Mic Check, 1...2... Here I Go... Yo, Your Punches Are Like Rugs, Get Stepped On... Your Flow Makes Every Sleep And Yawn... (weak) Bitch I'll Just Straight Up Murder You, No Weapon Needed... Your Like 'ytegrl', Her Rapping Never Succeeded... So Bitch Ima Kill With These Last Two Lines... Wait, I've Already Done It, Cause You Werent Worth My Time... WEAPON : Chapstick |
i'll chew you up and spit you out just like a stick of gum
my chapstick turns lethal when i stick it to your tounge you chokin like a whore that just swallowed too much cum nobody cares about your homeless ass you stupid fuckin bum when i bust out my LipSmackers a problem turns to a disaster i'll turn the hardest criminal into a fuckin pastor my chapstick will make a mess sombody go call a janitor Next weapon: Porn Dvd |
You continue an inspection of porn surround sound in 3D
I make the DVD explode at ya neck while you checkin the CD You can't see now the DVD shattered like rockets all over ya optics Then ya eyeballs fall like sprockets I done knocked it out the sockets I straight leave you layin lifeless bruised beaten an battered You tried to play hard but dreams of a porn star are shattered Next weapon: Smoke |
Easily merking this herb.. I'll simply create a smoke screen
For every time you view your losses.. you'll see where I've been Droppin fire.. ya downed... straight tryna catch ya breath Inhale the weapon of choice... ya lungs got nothing left Ya visions obscured... tryna react but with futile attempts Lungs collapsing.. burning up.. kids switched places with hemp Weapon - Globe If done.. TV Remote |
I erased the post above (line requirement)
~Bounce~ Weapon was: one fish or 2 fish No one tends to understand... I dont need no Fancy instrument to kill a man... From the back of a fish market all the way to silver sands... Clasp it from the gill, Chuck it at your hand... All I need is one, or 2 fish and the job is done... Leme make a Lionfish and ive automaticaly won... Next Weapon: Dildo |
Stab you with the item given by u between the eyes..
.......Leave u litterally cock-eyed & a sucker for lies.. Included more wordplay in 1 bar then u all put toghether.. ..I could rape you..But ur not worth it.. .........................Ill just tickle your ass with a feather.. Simple rhymes..done within a matter of seconds...cool.. You must be a feminist the way ur reppin a sex tool.. |
straight ace din't leave a weapon so i'll kill im wit 4 aces...
i'll use razor cards an slash ya face in 8 places... then stick em in ya gut to make ya lose weight bitch... u really wanna ticke his ass wit a feather....ha shiiit... look i'll give ya one last wish i'll cutya throat or gut ya like a fish... but under the influence of my lyrical bliss u jus sat there covered in piss.. so i'll do the latter if ya get ma jist..open u up now im finshed wit diss.. ma first post an i ripped ya..he gotta notice this... head fones |
For your arrival on RB... you hardly proved your worth
Stillborn wida 9... nah... this herbs just after-birth You left no weapon yaself.. but its hardly needed at best That was ya first post... Son... anyone could'a guessed! I'll slice ya arteries.. out ya kneecaps.. simply thru rhymes Ya from the corner.. Explains why ya on the receiving end of lines Weapon - Mouse Mat |
..Walkin over you is resistant like a mouse mat with holes..
& like a broke mouse ill beat u with only keyboard controls.. Addition to your multimedia towers...a mouse is just...shit.. They just there.....like u in a way.....to push around with.. ..Click..double click..your clique is still enabled..like scripts.. That are coded & placed on websites to prevent... rips.. Now i'll scroll down the page..to see if ur down there.. ..But i guess every little mouse hides........ in their lair Next:soap |
I Gotta Kill This Bitch With A Bar Of Soap...
I Could Beat You With The Lens Of A Microscope...(wtf?) Straight Ace Using Computer References in His Verse... I Could Kill This Cat And Make His Neck Disperse... I Aight Gotta Do Much To Diss Someone This Wack... Bitch Aint Got No Rhymes, And Thats A Damn Fact... WEAPON : pringles potato chips |
You've a washed up style son.. and that was ya only hope
Regardless of ya name... you purposely dropped the soap! I'll wash ya mouth out well.. simply beat you till ya clean Realistly you'd be shocked.. hurt by something you've never seen! By choice I might add.. it's got nothing to do with cost 'Cos ethnicity aside.. this herbs basically got white washed |
whats this? im sick of eating this shit..
so dumped lethal in a bag of potato chips.. its sick..the way i suffocate him on the spot.. struggle..it makes it fun..chuz once i pop i can stop.. so drop..my hands grip you ass i throttle... and bludgeon you to death with an empty pringle bottle.. weapon: water bottle |
i'll rip off da cap an drink the water...*drinks*
that sorts my cotton mouth bk to tha slaughter... i'll fill this bottle fulla some alien deoxyribonuceaic acid... an melt ya face inta a bucketa fuckin rat shit... leavin yo wit stuff surgery can't correct..drastic... stop tryin...that level u elevatin 2..im past it... your own stanky...slimey...nasty ass dickcheese nigga!!!! fool |
U wanna kick it wit me.. but I got the leg up
N suffocate ya face with my tastey smegma Sick? Please.. U love the Thick Greasy Dick cheese especially special when I aint showered in six weeks I'm yo idol, No gay flakin, clay aiken & Ruben Studdard stroke my dick till the cheese turns to a tube a butter WTF A Frisbee |
with a frisbee i slice off your head n whoop ur ass
betta belive me nigga i through this frisbee fast this mother fucker gave me a gay wepon so ill beat his ass in this fuckin game 2nd is dead last i don't need this frisbee with my fists ill pass belive me nigga im real rough my hands are enough and this mother fucker's ain't that tough wepon chopsticks |
I'll use these chop sticks to drop your ass..
Stab you in both eyes, on that dish I'll pass.. Pick at your gut, slipin through both sticks.. Stab them in your dome, call them hair picks.. Wrap them around your neck with a twist of each.. Leave you in Japan, dead and bloody on the beach.. Weapon is Stupidity |
this dude left me to kill im wit my own stupidity...
his weapon reflects his mental ability... gimme a sec i can feel this dope hittin me... i'll make ya play sharks while i eat electricity... pause an think who its hertin u..or me... force feed ya sianyde an burn ya...to see... if smokin yo ashes will make me smart like how high on tv... there you go i killed u wit stupidity next time post afta puberty... fool nxt weapon.... mac donalds food |
i'm going to tell a story cause i'm in the mood
about how I killed a stillborn using Mcdonalds food first he serves me through the drivethrough, he tryin hard to promote dumb fuck gives me the wrong meal so I return it...... down his throat that food is bad anyway, he had no choice but to choke and gag so I helped him by reaching in his mouth and remove the bag it didn't help much cause he still had too much in his mouth so I just left him alone, until he passed out. his fellow mac donald workers rushed to his aid I just sped away they couldn't trace my getaway next weapon: A q-tip |
This Nigga ^ Thinking Someone Cant Rap About A Q-Tip...
So Ima Just Diss You, And With This Weapon I E-Quip... How Can You Be D Realest When U Aint Nothing But Wack... Bitch, I Attack Lyrically Cause I Dont Stay On The Sack...* So With This Q-Tip Ima Shove It Inside Your Ear... Swirl Around And The Thing So Maybe You Can Hear... I Could Kill Your Ass With Some Cotton On A Fucking Stick... I'll Only Lose To You In Voting If You Are Sucking Dick... Man Your Herb Ass Wasnt Even Worth My Time... So Ima Finish This Off With A Nice Quick Rhyme... Dog, Ima Diss You Back All The Way Back To Reality... Wait A Minute, I Mean The City With The Statue Of Liberty...** * - read sig ** - ^^ Weapon : Fax Machine |
I put yo face up to a fax machine
lean to the right to insert some greens light flashes now you can't see fuckin shit punch you in the ribs, throw you into it your fighting for your life, you know its death ill fax a pic of you to ya girl before ya last breath body slam you into the glass, bitch what? open your cut, do it again cause your fucked a shock! electricity runs through you you aint got nothing to say... do you? next weapon: a chicks tits |
I'll take her get ya in between a deadly pair of nipples
After this vicious attack your body will have dimples Take out your breath and leave your lungs on empty The last word i could use to describe you is healthy Suffocation is one path of death you could drown Color of the weapon could well be pink or brown The quote got milk would be a big understatment Why'd do that to make her go crazy and rampant Sorry man can't help you it was her weapon of choice If you could speak it would be a muffled, watered voice next weapon- Jumper Cables |
All I need to beat this nigga is some jumper cables..|
Bitch is 14, still reading bed-time story fables..||* So I'm just gonna post 6 lines cause thats all it takes..| He likes School -- what did you think?..||** So after the death of Dope Name, I'll give him a new name..| Something like MC Wack, or maybe something like Wack Game..|| ..|Weapon|.. ..|Playing Card (like poker cards)|.. ]Explanationz[ * - check his profile.. ** - ^^ |
^only if i was fourteen, those were good days
This newbie talks like he's got the gifts, he's got S.A.R.S Left me with ..|Playing Cards|.. whats with the bars I'll open the plastic and let the lethal paper fly by The blood tears trickle down your face, i made it cry Pickin' up 52 body parts plus deck of insicion pain Now these cards are no good, they got blood stains Those cards were sharp like a white sharks tooth We can see you scattered up in th sky booth this was gay, very next weapon: a bottle of Mountain Dew... |
Take this bottle of Mountain Dew and cracked your head..
Snapped your neck back, I just leave you yellow and dead.. They might as well call you Mello, same shit in a diffrent rapper.. The dew I hit you with, leaves you sick pukin in the crapper.. Your dead, your blood runs cold, just one weapon your nothin but bone.. I don't know what your family will write and put above you on cut stone.. Your dead and gone, burried along the way with all my other victums.. Now that you leave this earth go upstairs, and hear gods dictums.. Weapon = Knowledge |
hold a dictionary in front of a pistol you see it plain
pull trigger slug flys embedding knowledge into your brain now you have the intellect but, lack the brain power insane but still smart enough to murk this coward you'll hurt this hour when you feel the wrath ya paths straigtens bullets impale yah frame while sendin ya ass to meet satan... ^lame^ but, wtf could I do with just 6 lines next weapon: cotton ball |
ill force cotton balls in every facial oriface
I know you cant take any more of this you cant breath youll choke to death while i sit back and do meth once your dead ill smash in oyur head wow that sucked next weapon: Hair comb |
Comb the streets lookin for you
Beat you with the haircomb dude Use it on you, dyin ya hair red Drive-by combin and now ya dead A redhead, with blotches here and ther Gave you a mullet but you dun care lmfao Nex weap-baseball hat |
This baseball hat I bend over you head to keep it folded..
I didn't know how else to keep you from writting letters bolded.. Just one chance to Kill with Bill, use it to cut your neck.. Cover your eyes and your own car you hit a tree and wreck.. Many ways to use this weapon and you'll still die a horrid death.. You die bloody and rotten, a drug head diein from a addiction to meth.. Next Weapon= Headphones |
Headphones-
dim' head phones?, ya wont ya head gonez
rip'em off snap'em, an make sharp prones Stab ya eyes while hearin faint crys I wont Sympathize, slit ya throat An dare ya' ta' rap anotha' note dragged by my boat, cuz dead rhymes dont FLOAT nxt wep: Wielded Rage |
Wielded Rage I have inside my heart, it was there to start..
Put me in a cage with this kid right here and I rip him apart.. Beat him with the rage that beats in my heart beat.. I use it to make him crouch on his knees and praise my feet.. Killed him with something that's intangable and yet he's touched.. Ripped off his left leg, but I left him dead didn't leave him cruched.. Weapon= reclining chair |
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