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cant lock the door cause i snatched the handle ..
dead on arrivial somebody light a candle .. another victim dead, cover the sheets on his bead .. feel to the crime of a door handle to the head .. haha real dumb shit haha next weapon=Rusty Screwdriver |
reach into my draw and grabb the soup~lighter
no knife~desperate to kill this bitch as she try to stop me rape da fukin whore in da bak jeep.so who nedds a "SCREW ~DRIVER"? cause all of this shit im spitting is pulp fiction~cars all Sloppy next~Pistol |
I'll list ah reason you'll sit intha hearse-
shoot witha pistol,my bullets whistle like nurfs- (football) keep my hand on my gun,cuz I grip it like turf- U want the truth Ill leave u blue like smurfs- ask questions last my poppa told me shoot first- after my pistol do its job mash on the gas n keep rollin like Fred Durst next weapon= razor blade |
back in the pen, the razor blades ya only friend
if niggas wanna talk shit i bring tha drama right to them i kept a razor taped on the inside of my top bunk bed overheard sum bitch in the next cell giving head i had beef with a nigga, but instead of endin him i slit his bitches throat right open then again down the chin the bitch didnt die but when he came around he was mute this pissed me off more, cuz the nigga i was beefin thought it was cute so one day, i beat him over the head with sum weights then cut his throat open aswell n smacked his head on the steel gates he died later that night but no1 said it was me theyd die aswell if they snitched, i already killed 2, im itchin to make it 3! next weapon- your BARE HANDS |
yo as he walks away i ko him from tha back,
and use my bare hands as bats, and beat him in his face, till there's blood all over the place, and he's no longer recognizeble as a person, while im whylin out im cursin, while his veins are burstin. Next Weapon: A Lit Ciggarette |
drop and spit from my lips drips off lit candle wicks..
clots your skin grids mix cigs acidic shit.. depict a burn this shit will earn you and turn you.. inside out like cheap shit theyll return you.. eyes broil ..sitting in flame soil.. people remains light up like wrap foil.. out cold in acoma but your bodys still hot.. your minds a cake.. your brains ready to flop.. this cig will cost you more than your wallet.. more like the last drink to an alcoholic.. next weapon...a 2x4 |
aight ill use a 2x4 in my when i spit
make u fuck it lit it on fire when itz touchn yo dick man watchn this shitz sick itz better than watchn a porno flick u 1 fag no onez gon miss and fo tha next weapon my piss let me c u kill me wit this |
Bitch, first imma cutt ya throat then watch ya blood seep/ Then take u to ya moms and ask her what she think? She prolly scream, "YES" cuz u caused her hell/ Well i'mma cut ya limbs off and send them in tha mail/ Now, I just slit ya wit my verbal attack/ To finish tha job i'mma grab my nap sack/ I'mma pull out tha knife shine it up good/ Stab u in the heart so your gone for good, Holla!
Next Weapon: Your dick or pussy= Either of them can be deadly. Ha Ha!! |
pull down my pants let it hang no lie
cock it back load it up and cum shot in your eye spin it round and round till u hit the ground from 5 pounds of x rated dick walk down the street gettin free licks from chicks weapon=Q-tip |
Push the Q-tip through ya ear drum ya dirty minded
Try to clean up ya act but ya brain I cant find it Fuck it, shit it's on the end of this q-tip slip it back in slap you awake swobbin' ya lip it sticks on it's stuck from the lipstick weird only 5 pound dick you got is partin' ya anal beard Load up my bow-and-arrow wit some q-tip ammo one in each eye fall narrowly in my wheel-barrow dump you outside the porch torch the corpse no remorse skeleton rides passenger side of my porche |
Weapons: Wind up false teeth, mousetraps, deer foot-traps
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damn, thats like 3 in one, let me at this shit then
was sup, im bout to loose control, my trigga fingas itchin what bout this bitch MC above me, ..word is hes snitchin.. damn son, why u gotta try n do me like that im bout to bust out n chop ya neck wit a rusty bear trap ayo, for real, get sumone to vice this niggas head up then run tha bear trap on his knees n bloody his legs up i dun give a FUCK, tony montana, shay ello 2 my liddle friend cuz my liddle friends a mouse trap 4 ya toungue, maybe thatll stop ya from talkin all dat yip yap infact aftra tha mouse trap, ill knock all ya teeth out replace wit wind up dentures, till they chatta u to death "thats what im about"... killin mu fuckas, 1 by 1 i kill you wit this shit today cuz i got sick of bustin gun (them dear foot traps are called bear traps incase u dint no that) |
you didnt put no weapon so im a just spit it lets go.
walked outside wit my nine burreta goin outside like a trend setta use it to get my ice and chedda the hollows are packed in the clips take it off my hip pop em and watch you sip its a trip love ta pop em nothin else i like to do except shootin one right through you so dont get out of line or ill have to creep up from behind wit a nine cuz ya name is on my mind what weapon+liqua bottle |
first of all ima grab u by ur throat...
make sure u cant talk like u about to choke... then grab d liqua bottle straight on ur head... then carve my name on ya chest so it could be read... i dont care about ur blodd on me,i love the colour red... them ima grab the pieces,thro them in ya mouth and make u chew them... blah,freestyled.... next weapon : a hammer |
i'll put tha hammer 2 tha side of yo head
leave yo hammer fuckn red spladder and spread leave u dead in yo bed i'll kill u more hardcore than i would wit lead im finished here enuff said cap gun |
I ROBBED YOU WITH JUST MY CAP GUN YOU COULD NOT HAVE THOUGH IT WAS REAL/ IT IS BLUE SOFT AND PLASTIC NOT COLD LIKE STEEL/I ROB A BANK WITH IT THE TELLER WAS DUMB/ WHEN I GOT TO THE DOOR YELL BACK IT IS A CAP GUN/ BUCKWILD IS A G WITH A CAP GUN/ WHEN SEE HOW I USE IT YOU WILL BE STUN/
NEXT WEAPON:PAPER CLIP |
This teachers pissin me off so i reach onto his desk//
Grad a dull fuckin paper clip and insert it into his neck// Shouldve stop talkin when i told you// "Unbenden" this paper clip just to "extend" tha harm for you// Befo i knew he had four entered into his skin// Grab tha fifth one but thats when tha priciple walked in.......hahahaha// next weapon- screwdriver |
take the screwdriver to yah face like i'ma plastic surgeon/
i'm using this blunt screwdriver and still cuttin with precision/ i'll meet yah at your house and your nose will be missin/ sharpenin this driver on a sheet metal slab/ while i'm rollin in a lincoln down cadillac ave./ ready tah kill you your bloods gone so i spilt you/ next weapon _ oxygen tank |
yo ok, so id had a bad day.. id lost a bitta cash
i needed petrol for my car, but i didnt need to be treated like trash that chinese fool behind tha counta thought i was bout rob tha store so tha punk told me to git out before i entered tha door thats fucked up tho, i aint takin that shit so i went out bak to where tha oxy tank sit i dragged the shit out front n then went bak inside i laughed as tha clerk tried to run, duck n hide i pulled my belt out n slapped him across the face then belted him to tha counta real fast to keep tha pace i shoved the oxy lid into his mouth n blew tha fuken top off his head started to expand.. eyes went puffy n looked soft then i walked out tha joint, wit a limp as usual brain fragments was everywhere, blood splattered across the wall whats more, i got a free fill up on my petrol tank shit, now im in a better mood.. i think ill hit up tha bank....... next weapon- a computer screen |
first ima make usay hi to d computer sreen..
make u carasse it so feel my spits on it ... afterwards,ima slam ya head on da computer screen.. till u break it and put a hole on d screen make u fuck the hole like uz fucking a B.. make sure u hurt and u cant even screem... with ur blood all ova me,the tabel and d screen... next : a pencil |
i'm trap and my only options is this pencil thats all i get...
if it were magiccal i'd start erasing shit... but bcuz it ain't looks like i gotta stab with it... broke it in half so i could have two weapons... me n the enemy movin round look like we two steppin... gouge out both eyes and till the orbits were hollow... jab the weapons down his neck and forced him to swollow... next weapon ... a bird feeder |
aight so now i get to kill someone with a bird feeder/
stick some bitches neck through the hole and tell the next guy to follow the leader/ then when u both stuck into the bird home/ i go home leave u 2 faggets alone/ cause see when i come back and i found out u 2 are dead/ old farmer brown came to feed the birds, and blasted u fuckers in da head/ a brief case |
I got this shit I came back like tha plague
I'll Slap u in tha face wit my fuckin brief case And then ya face swell like a hard dick in a coochie Nigga my brief case is where I hide my loochy Its also known as my most deadly weapon so when u see me change yo direction, Holla! Next Weapon=Microphone |
^^^^ The best weapon in my artillery.
Yo i grip tha mic tight and pursue to insert it wit lyrics// I was born a demon so jesus inverted my spirit// I use tha mic as my power to inflict you with pain// No physical i just let my lyrics metally eat at yo brain// They infest like insects to change ya process of thinking// And now like 50 Cent, to die , your just patiently waiting. Next Weapon - Rubber Chicken. LOL. |
shit fuck a gat, rubber chicken is where tha funs at
dont knock it if you aint tried it, unless you lookin 2 git SLAPPED by a wing or tha full body mass, put chu on ya ass fasta then a blast from tha mu fuken past.. na mean nigga? this rubber'll kill you quicker then a colt commando and a itchy trigga finga instantly git chu dead, when i rap it around your head hang you off a buildin, bungee jumpin, makin ya face red wooo shit this is fun, aiight ill put you up now (SNAP) oh damn, tha chiken broke n u fell down next weapon.... - sticks n stones |
I take two sticks and big rubberband i gotta slingshot
put the stone on it launch it and watch ya head get caught or turn it into a bow and arrow with sticks that are sharp and narrow make nothin into somethin with the sticks and stones with verbal harrasment this shit breaks bones weapon-a trash bag |
fuck pumpin ya full of lead
I got this brandnew gladclingwrap garbage bag wrap it around your head And squeeze tight til your most certainly dead Laugh as you twitch lifelessly I kill and live restlessly nest weapon: golf tee |
okay so my weapon is a golf tee lets see
how many mothafuckas i can lay to rest and let be stab him with the mothafucka in the head 40 times maybe that will jog his memories so he can rethink his rimes slow drifting to death like it's just a favorite past time give it to the caddy so i can hide the evidence to my crime and the body missin like Aj from 106 and Park bury his ass consider yourself left in the dark next weapon ..... fax machine |
yo so you like fax machines? is u a jonsin fax fiend?
well ill tell you what, you bout 2 O.D n git creamed cuz im packin a brand new four thousand dolla setup its got scanner, printer, basically ya whole desktop well start off, by slammin tha fone down on ya face a couple hundred times,till ya neck, gits put outta place then ill scan ya bloodied head, press send all round ya hood before i print up color pictures, damn tha clarities good but wait, whats that? i think this cats still alive but thats short lived, cuz his vital signs about 2 dive i pull out tha paper reel, n wrap it tight around his head his body goes into convulsions, loosin breath then he dead next weapon- really small peices of broken glass |
aight itz nuthin-
i come wit shards of glass ta penetrate ya bitch ass// shit talka's get fuck laid under dirt and grass// after i break ya glass jaw pick up tha pieces fling em// to swift i knick em but dont cut em// shit i gotta make sure my shoes stay clean// im addicted ta violence like its fuckin nicotine// weapon: chemical weapons |
i'll hit you with chem warfare with a quickness
worse then Bin Laden you added to my shit list set the trap you fallen now layin on ya back you stepped on the capsule and it went crack to watch your own skin boil how dos it feel i'm willing to bet that it is probably almost unreal next weapon pom poms |
Damn this bitch annoyin i hate this cheerleader//
All i wanted was to get my nut buti feel like i gottah beat-her// All that talkin all i tried to do was stay calm// Next thing i knoe im chokin this bitch wit her own pom poms// I had to stay alarmed cuz she tried to fight back// Aftah chokin her wit i shoved em in her throat and asked her to cheer about that// weak but next weapon is a remote control |
Ayo motherfucker im ready to roll
Can stay sit down to finish off u cause I gotta remote control I don’t need no gat to cap this cat this fucker he be frontin I just lean on back catch a nap wake up and hit the right buttons. First off tick tock...you got 30 minutes left on sleep time Thats too soon well thats too bad cause this remote aint got no rewind next I hit the mute so they can’t hear you when u cough Now your times up say goodbye cuz ur power just switched to off. Next Weapon: Toothepaste, not that mentadent shit either cuz that shit can do some damage. |
up in tha bathroom.. theres many fuken ways 2 die
you could drop shit in water, git in an electrofy but fuck that shit, its 2 easy, dont need grace it takes a real man 2 kill someone with nuttin but toothpaste this may seem strange, it may seem like a waste but wont tha coriner laugh when tha bodys filled with toothpaste first off, what chu do, is go down 2 tha corner store infact take yo boys, rob tha store, empty tha money draw steal 10 tubes, in packegas of 2 so theres no suspicion then track a victem, sneak in they house like a spec ops mission wait fo them 2 clean they teeth then jump in like you mean sumthin tie them basteds up n black they eyes with a hard thumpin start 2 unload ya shit, oh man, what a surprize you can tell they fuken scared by tha look in they eyes "its tha return of tha evil dentist bitch, u like paste?" "no, please dont" they body jolt with horrafied expressons on they face then u open up every tube, squeeze hard into they mouth pin open they eye lids, squeeze till tears come out pretty soon they feelin sick, n start pukin out bubble followed by blood, they immune systems in big trouble i think its time 2 leave this nasty ass, but clean dead body 1 mo thing tho, just 2 make sure, pump em wit 1 shell from tha shotty |
last word he said was shotty so
yo i got this to ya body i see fear of death in this shotty i wait so see ya to cock it ill have gasping for air lik a hole in a cock pit and ill pull that fucking trigga and now lets say ya problems are bigga pastique bag |
watin in the shadows, this nigga wanted to battle//
step to me I kill beef like I raise cattle// unprepair, no sign of anything// last sight, was the alley on Kimberly// pulled the 23, but heard sirens in the back// saw sum old grocieres and emptied the sack// u been trap, pull the bag over ya whole face// wat fate? hold u there until u suffacate// lay u down, choke the last breath outta u// on the news, ya whole grill turned black and blue// ....... staple gun |
Aight im rollin up wit my gun out, but dis aint no nine
When i hit u wit dis u gon shout, stillin goin in a line Imma staple ur eyes shut so u cant see no more Kill u wit dis shit i got from the hardware store Nobodys gon here ur screams when i pull ur stitches out at da seams U'll be stuck to the wall screamin for ur life Feels like some one just stuck u wit a tiny knife Stabbin all over ur body til ur a bloody mess Leave u there wit my name stapled in to ur chess(chest) Aight next weapon is a blade of grass |
grass blade
Aight here it goes.
It's six in the mornin I'm at this niggaz doorstep/ look inside his window notice that he ain't home yet/ so i break in and wait until he enters/ I start to smirk and follow my own agenda/ he senses me and starts to around/ then in a swift motion the only sound/ is him gasping for air, but shit i really dont care/ i took the grass blade and slit it across his adams apple/ then i grabbed it and made it crackle/ i turned the grass to side/ and slit the lens of his eyes/ and during all this the one thing goin through my mind/ was Die cocksucker DIE,DIE, DIE/ ---------------------------------------------------------------- Aight the next weapon is a plastic bag |
1 1/2 minutes fo yo ass...
no one will `father ya rhymes` so I don't wanna see this -|bastard-rap|-... grab the mach and clap `wrap ya face` in a -|plastic-bag|-... go to jail and get -|butt-raped|- ya rhymes is `ass` yea we gonna rap,wrap ya mouth with -|duck-tape|-... you `must wait` like using `deoderant` talkin' bout you got gunz for days that ish just -|rust-late|-... fa real man you wack just -|accept-it|-... you just `actin hard` like premature -|e-rec-tions|-... weapon:cup... |
You always been a pussy now why you frontin?
Bitch faggot talkin' shit like he gonna do somethin' Cruisin' fast by you in my black lowered hummer You throw a bottle cap at my ride, in't it a bummer Scratched my new paint, You done did it now You turnin' and runnin' like you figured out how To fuck with my shit n think you not gon' get hit I take the fuckin' cap, grab it tight wind up for the throw, the wind's just right Snap my arm forward, release and look And now you jus' another page in my newest book next weapon: pink jelly dildo. |
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