yo with my size 9 feet, i'll kick u 6 feet deep,
when i put on my shoes pain i will inflict pain,
put an indent in yo brain, dont complain,
just hope that i restain, my size 9s,
i'm bringing fear to minds.

next weapon: nail gun

when my nail gun takes "flight", dont be the next to rock the "mic"/
or be in a "tight", situation when i flex to show the "might"/
its "quite" simple ta end your life with this "weapon"/
have 9 inch nails in yo ass like the rock group, keep "stepin"/

next weapon: a rusty hanger (the ones u hang ur clothes on)

i goin to bend tha coat hanger into a deadly weapon,callin out mc's,but these niggas just keep on steppin/won't stand and fight a nigga with ma might,coz there cowards,all they wanna do is take flight/hoppin on tha nearest plane to maine/runnin away from ma rusty coat hanger that inflicts pain.

Next Weapon - bondage whip

i hit ur mom wit a bondage whip cause she likes it,
cuse ur dads in iraq sucking saddams wee dick,
i like to fuck her also she is a real nice fit,
here im back to work west, just messing kev

pudsy u didnt state tha next weapon,so ill assume its you who keeps on steppin/out tha back door where i pull my gat,stick it to your head and brains go splat,laughin at u coz ur rhymes r wack,tryin to diss me, may aswell hit u back.

Next weapon - a brick

i'll hit u with a brick
you'll die
then get buried
THE END
next weapon: mic cord

yo i'll kill u with a mic cord more lethal than a samurai sword/
and dont worry u wont get bored/
with my hot lyrics that i spit/
i'll slowly strangle u wid it bit by bit/
u be dying listening to my dope beats/
performed my MC's/
my lyrics are more contagious than a viral disease/
as u choke on ur last breath u realise my lyrics are like death/
the cord crumples ur wind pipe like squashing a sponge/
dude just checked my watch ive gotta runs

next weapon: Used Condom

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how u gonna make a new weapon and not even make a verse for the previous one?

was in the toilets when this dude tried to hit me/
he fought like a girl and bit me/
i just clocked him in the face and broke his nose/
the floor was dirty and wet and ruined his clothes/
saw a condom which i used to bone his bitch before/
that bitch just kept gaggin for more/
took it in my hand and stretched it over his head/
that sucka inhaled his last breath before he was dead/
police found his body they saw he was done/
big white white patch on his head from my cum

can i get a weapon bitch?/
this is the 3rd time i spit/
with no arm force to bust a quick lick/
on a grocery store, bet yo neck i'll slit/
stroke this dick, then watch out for my semen, dont slip/

next weapon: a can of "RAID" (stuff u kill ants with)

i know this sucka who's never been laid/
he owes me money and i aint been paid/
my boys went round to get the money/
this dude is smart he aint a dummy/
he knew we was coming and started running/
so now its like deer hunting/
we caught him trying to get in his car it wudnt start/
hauled him out thru the screen and ruptured his spleen/
we looked for a weapon all we saw was raid/
told him he shouldnt run he shoulda stayed/
got a needle out and put in the ant poison/
he was scared as shit started makin noise'n/
the needle penetrated his skin and he looked white/
he was in for a long painful night

next weapon- basketball

watch me break yo ankles with this "basketball"/
wrap it in glass shards and slam it in yo face till ur "casket calls"/
"blast the wall" and u'll hear the "black phantoms case"/
it will be written in blood after i "attack yo moms face"/

next weapon: a mug (one u drink out of)

sucka tryin to front on me he looks under age/
as u come at me wit rage i just flip the page/
read another chapter it takes an age/
i throw the book and take front stage/
with a mug in my other hand u about to get canned/
i smack u cross the head as u shoot ur lead/
this cat's fallin to his grave 10 foot under in the land/
my drinking cup is so dangerous it shud be banned/

next weapon- cell phone

this weapons is rare how i use it/
i call enimies up, spit, then ur ear i bruise bitch/
if the shoe fits then wear it/
but if u cant bare it, then hand over ur soul, so i can tear it/

next weapon: a lunchpale

u want me to use a lunchpale then go off to jail?/
well hell it'd be embarassing something not worth admitting/
chop their body up and send the child 2 skool/
open up it up fo lunch look like a fool/
looked thru the remains didnt find no brains/
u gotta understand they was a retard man/

next weapon a pencil

yo i shapen my next weapon,
swingin my lead in every derection while i'm steppin,
no i dont mean a gun i mean a pencil my killing object,
with it i write killa rhymes and change the future like i was a prophet,
i could swap to a HB and soften-it,
a bit or swap to a 6b and get dark with the shit,
re writtin the alphabet, i erase u with the otha end,.
stab u in the eye if u try n pretend.

next weapon: tissue paper

(hints: gaggin people)

got a box o kleenex better not mess?/
i know it's only tissues but it's dangerous/
i'm a stuff it down ur mouf and choke u/
stick some up your nose and croak u/
u be breathin ur last breaths/
u will be dead a ghost with regrets

next weapon--car

ill hop in ma 64 cheve con,pull out ma gat and spray your ass coz u don't belong/here in rap battles,your just a pawn,i'm a queen i hold all tha moves,soon youll be gone.

next weapon - shears

im in the garden chillin out when a fukin pig comes in/
i was cool but was about to start rollin/
had some shit in my pocket for smokin/
the cop had his dog searchin 4 dope'n/
i panicked and grabbed the nearest object/
i was about to become a key suspect/
i cut off their heads at the neck/
dragged their bodies and buried them under the deck

whats the next weapon,
and if its shears what the fuck is that

next weapon spade

i took a spade and hit my bitch i made a baricade then i got laid the police came before my girl could the police threw in a gas granade i deflected it wiv my spade man what a police raid my bitch wanted to be paid 4 the lovin so i hit her on the head and got shoveling

next wepon? herberts disrupting the patern

fuck that next weapon-turntable

this wack man got me pissed off he was a jerk/
i said didnt u see the sign'dj at work'/
he started to take pops at me tikin me off/
told him to shut it or i'd turn his brain soft/
he wouldnt stop so i knocked his ass out/
im more dangerous than an african drought/
put him on turntable used the needle and chopped his hed/
pissed off cos he turned my fly clothes red/
started a bloody mix it was wack/
wasted my time in makin this track/

next weapon - beer bottle

THIS BOTTLE OF LAGGER, GETS ME WASTED, I STAGGER/
TIL I SKIP THE BUZZ AND GO STRAIGHT TO GETTIN DRUNK/
AND THROW SOME A SLOPPY PUNCH/ AT THIS BIG DUDE AND DUCK/ SO HE HITS YOU AND GRABS THE ORIGINAL GLASS AND JAMS IT IN UR ASS/ THEN HE PULLS IT OUT AND CREATES A VISCOUS ENEMA, SENDIN YA/ ORGANS FLYIN OUT UR ANAL ORFICE/ ALL THAT'S LEFT IS A BASKET OF PORK RIBS





WEAPON=BASKET OF PORK RIBS

i got a basket of ribs, thats causen a big mess/
you got the bones stuck in ya throat so its hard to digest/
as i poke each rib through your stomach/
you look like a porkipine wit spikes sticken out of it(stomach)/
the ribs all sloppy like a crack whore/
but if you want another messy batch hit ya way to the 99 cent store/

next weapon- barbed wire

when i rap, i dont spit, i spark/ light this wire on fire and burn down the whole park/ with you in it, with eyes meltin' and the
skin with it/ left with nuthin to extinguish ya/ except for maybe this fire extinguisha

weapon=fire extinguisher

seen a dude on fire was burnin quick/
grabbed a fire extinguisher put the liquid thru it/
but dam it was filled with gas/
what a coincidence cos his lyrics were wack ass/
watched as he flamed alive wrigglin like a worm/
if this guy dont die he's got third degree burn

next weapon-- a lighter

a lighter... pull it out an' spark an idea.//
light yer hair a blaze like I like your head was a mic.//
and I, watch the mutha fucker burn 'cause I love the smell of melting flesh.//
then I saw your bitch and felt her breasts...//

lmfao.... I'm so lazy, this was like a pure time killer verse...

next weapon = jook

whats a kook nigga?

jook.... it's a knife... aka shank, blade... jail term...

i slash ur throat and body parts parted/
i stopped u rappin and rhymin before u started/
blood spurting ur body dead not hurting/
i keep stabbin u in the red rain even though u dont feel the pain/
adrenalin pumpin thru every vein revenge is what i had to gain/
slump bak drenched in blood next to the dead meat gotta go cant be seen in the street clean the blade on a nearby sheet/
got to be goin a chick i gotta meet but way things are goin time got me beat

next weapon tommy gun