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ayo' I'm takin you out, splinner your mouth//
wooden spoon in hand ready to joust// witta crackle to pop, I snap and you drop// when da wooden spoon hit your top, you imme-ditly knot// cook up da caine wit da same weapon I used when you got sleign// sLiC go hard witta wooden spoon even though it was strange// next weapon: butter knife |
Straight from da gutter ready to cut a sucka wit a butta knife//
The other five ducked and dive out the window fo they life// Ready to ride out, slice em "fruits" like vegetables// These faggots suckin da nine like gun barrels are digestable// Contestable? Nah, the're slightly mistaken G's// Butta knife slice em like cheese and rake em like leaves// Weapon -> My Nike Shoes lol |
stompin on cats in my Air Force Ones/
dropped my knife an tucked my gun/ wit my shit laced to that top so i follow if u run/ matter of fact...i use sum other cats shoes/ cus niggas "c" drama when he stomp on em in the white an blues/ ooohh...cus my shoe box is full of clips an tools// next up.....an iron |
plug it in and turn it on..and let it get hot..
press it against ya face, and watch ya skin drop.. Rub it around so it burns all ya skin off.. Burn the meat and bone just to show ya soft.. Press harder to it so it goes threw ya skull.. Melting ya brains, watch it drizzle out and fall.. next weapon-- a cup |
Take a swig of my hypnotic, when i finish my last sip,
i'm hittin you wit my cup cuz you took the last drip, breakin it on your face, knockin your sense into place, cuz that was my last bottle and i even ready to topple, not even drunk, call me bonecrusher cuz i all i have to do is open the trunk, and grab another bottle and yell "lets get crunked" next weapon: welding torch |
I take the spark to the tip of my welding torch bitch//
And I'll DEE-NI you any chances of survivin this shit// So open up your mouth and say aah, I got a new game// Called "watch the tounge burn" when it's meltin in the blue flame// Bitch don't run, I'll soak your whole body in 151// Then light you up with the torch, and watch you flame up and run// I put the gas mask on, because your melting body is gaseous// Then I get a garbage bag so I can clean up your ashes// Your funeral will be on live TV like Howard Stern// When I take the top off and jack off into your urn.../// Next weapon: a box of grenades |
With a box of grenades I'll make away wit ur barricades//
Burn down apartments, here comes da fire brigade// Ready to hose da flames down, but it cant be stopped// Wit da pull of a pin your soul jumps out like Jack in da box// Weapon -> My Computers mouse lol |
computer mouse...
i'll shove his computer mouse in2 da mouth/... of an abusive spouse,leave it lodged in da throat till da skin gets mo blue den what a big bruise or 2 could sprout// fuck a right click, id get da cord n tie it 2ya neck wit enuff strength inmy grip 2 brake../ ya wind pipe quick so id watch da end ofya life slip while it asphyxiates// weapon: poison |
ayo' hoodied and masked, witta poisen filled flask//
creep attack like anthrax inya glass, ta murder yo' ass// its official when you start to gasp// holdin your throat and belly like you got gas, dat wont pass// a well planned task, completed// enemies depleted, poisened and defeated// next weapon: broken glass |
Slice ya face..with some broken-glass..
to a open-gash..cause you just spoken-trash.. Watch the blood trickle..slowly right down ya cheeks.. stab ya again with the glassy sickle..cause ya weak.. Make this game-end..stab you in your brain-stem.. Making ya body rain-red..looking like ya just in a train-wreck.. next weapon-- a ring |
im new to this but i talk the talk,and im not afraid to blind you witha broken peice of chalk,picture it, ill stick it right in your eye socket,watch your eyball fall out and stick it right in my pocket,now your standing the stupid with a hole in you skull,not realizing that your heads been cut off and now your corpse will fall..........
next weapon:a broken lighter |
I'll beat you over the head with that broken lighter...
Til your skin split open. spark on the skull and light the brain on fire. Stomp on it to put it out.... start it up again at a quarter to every hour.... You fuckin coward...Everything you wear is borrowed... Dont worry bout sparkin the lighter Im sparkin points hallowed... next - 2 crumbled pieces of paper |
We can it take to the streets, how ever you want yer ass whooped|
We can take it to the court, or take it to the classroom| 2 crumbled up pieces of loose paper| Smack they jaws so hard, they need that shit taped up| Get your man laced up....for the shit talkin| Lips running like a marathon gon leave your crew crip walkin| But they really handicap....nigga, hand that gat| weapon>>>> a left back hand |
Across your face...i give you a left back-hand..
Ya have a wack-plan..beating me? ill listen to ya jaw crack-man.. Beat your face in..hopefully bring you to your end.. not this again..dont make me kill you and your friends.. Constantly hitting you..while my left hands bashing ya face.. Till you fall over...cause ya heart rate stopped its pace.. next weapon-- a piece of string |
I'll wip that piece of string so hard it'll cutcha neck open..
Tie it 2 your tooth with a kernel at 1 end and watcha ass chokin.... Got it tied from one end but couldn't reach the next.. You still tripped and gotcha legs broken.... And you yet to have spoken.. Cause I took the piece of string sewed your mouth shut so it can't open..... next - a cold sore |
its nothing but a cold sore?its an expiriment to figure out if you can hold more, bactieria, diseases,herpes and pass em to skeezes while burping,it may not kill you because its only orally infected,but dont impregnate these girls cause it permenatly affected your children and killed your genes,its all over now,your sickly kids will die if they sneeze,so youll live your long life until you die,but grandkids are are unlikely,and your family history and future will meet its untimely demise
next weapon:a cardboard box |
Crumple it up into a ball..and throw it at you..
Watch you fall..and see your blood spew.. Cut you with the edges...nice and sharp.. See the blood shed..killing ya isnt that hard.. Take the edges and run them....across ya neck.. Till ya head falls off..and sever all ya limbs so ya have nothing left.. Next Weapon--A Book |
Ya Shook.. Neva Knew Tha Power Of A Book -
Get Hooked Ya Get Merked.. Turn To Page 34, Take A Look - The Index Library, Check For A Catalog Of Herbs - I Can Kill.. If Pictures Speak A Thousand Words - Get A Literature Book Of Verbs, And Take The LEad Bet - Check Out A Bunch Of Books.. Wait, U Cant Even Read Yet - Next Weapon - Marching Band Instruments |
Shit that I'm about to spit is not suitable-
Stab u in the stomach with a saxophone just to say his organs r musical-Ugh Arteries Pollutable, your wounds are open for agony that's far to much to take- I'll spit bullets through trumpets and make you do the Harlem Shake- Part of his fate, is to recieve beatings from instuments that leave ya head bleeding- Smack you across the had with a xylophone, dawg is your head ringing- Peace- Next weapon:My body parts |
aiyo iys tha kidde once again/
killin niggaz off like osama bin laden/ wit killjoy's penis/ my joy iskillin girls virginity wit my penis/ yes ill use his arm like a bat / beat ur mom wit it till she dead/ use his leg as a knife and stick it deep in her/ take u bacc to my room ma lets just keep this between us/ dont tell the law cause / these charges is bigger than me and u/ its about muslims versus jews next - nail clippers |
I got some nail clippers...to clip off ya fingers..
Cause im a ill ripper..the pain just lingers.. Clip off all your body parts..so you look like a ball.. Roll you around...and bounce you off the wall.. then clip at ya forehead..till i get to ya brain.. Snip Snip all i can...giving you all the pain.. next weapon-- a plastic bag |
Keep fuckin talkin, and i'm gonna put this bag over your head, suffocate you till your as good as dead, cuz you didn't listen to a word i said, you jus kept runnin the mouth, now theres one less in your house, a little more space on the couch, now you know what i'm all about, theres no more doubts, so pay attention to what your doin, cuz if you cross me your life will be ruined!!!!
next weapon: gasoline |
I'll dip you in the liquid, won't let you spit kid
flame to your eye lid, set you ablaze, have the mortuary amazed I'm crazed, I'll put gas in my mouth and spit fire on your face or pour it up a ho's puss, fill her till I hear a loud swoosh push her into a volcano, you feel sprinkles but it's not rain though it's texaco's finest, super unleaded fumes take over your head and leave you mindless why test my skill with your watered down dribble whith tha gas burn you to tha ground they'll have to scrape you off with a chizzle next - gatorade |
Gatorade, mmmm i think im gonna fade away, then go to a parade and use tha gatorade to drown some1 in, hope they know how ta swim.
Next time this is used as a weapon, imma fuckin teach you a lesson// Yeah im talkin bout gatorade, ill be sippin' it in my escalade// next weapon: Watermelon |
man, I hit you wit the watermelon till your brain starts swellin, then keep goin till you forget 3rd grade spellin, you got nothin against me, except the seeds, spit em out, then ill hit your ass straight in the mouth, now all you need, is a picture, youll need three pitchers, to get the picture of melon rhind out of your mind.
next - outkast album |
With the wackness some Kats bring i feel i gotta foul-em..
but the only weapon i got is this fuckin outkast album.. i get the CD and throw it at them..and it gets stuck in there head.. i keep the cover so i can throw it too jus if they aint dead.. but if that dont work i show him the pic of Andre and he surely gon die.. cause the uglyness of that bitch could make an dim sim fry.. Next Weapon= a tree twig |
I'll fuckin was your mouth out wit soap, make you sniff mounds of dope,
noose you up in some strong rope, hang you and stay there and listen to you choke, your in a hangmans float, feet kickin head turnin blue, show you what early niggas went through, show you whos who, cuz i'm the reeper of this shit, and if you don't like it ya'll could suck my dick!!!!! next weapon: meat clever |
Ill handle this "beef"..with a verbal Meat-Cleaver..
Start swinging it at you..and you'll be a peace-seeker.. Hold-you-down..and show-you-now..that i dont play-around.. Raise the cleaver up...and leave ya body parts lay-n-out.. Listen to you scream-n-fear..and i see-ya-tear..as i make one last cut.. Right across ya neck..severing ya head..i guess ya didnt have good luck Next Weapon-- a TV |
im strong enuff to swing this tv round my head bitch/
and smash the screen on your head while its still full of electric/ take out the shards of glass and re arrange your smile/ put the sharp diodes down your throat, and let you choke a while/ tie the cord to ya mums ankles and then violently rape her/ put the box on her ugly features...then read the newspaper/ to see wots on tv...aaahh shit i just broke it/ told you not to turn it over..my bad...damn you provoked shit/ next weapon........foremans grillin machine(in red) |
you always wanted to be a star, so i put you in the screen/
whilst i smash ya face through it, as i ignore ya screams// well its ya chance to shine................. show the world ur a star/ but u'll only be remembered,as the 1 who got merked, wit TV in a few bars// u's a 'remote controlled' herb,same shit old listining/ i turn the volume down, an make sure no 1 is listening// next weapon: a lightning bolt |
im the type to strike a dude twice at once/
one in each ear so ya thoughts can crunch/ let em simmer in ya mind so ya brain can feel the rush/ cuz me shockin you is the only was u can strike a punch/ willibob....i'll have this dude layed out/ who else can get brollicked by a weapon thats played out?/ next weapon: birdhouse.... |
damn aprentice u been duckin the 2 on 2 for a minute/
i'll kill u with a hearse and not even put u in it/ fuck a hearse, i'll straight chop u up 1000 parts/ my styles an art, paint a picture with whats left of ya heart/ then burn dude to ashes, u sense hot flashes/ then drive u to the ocean so u can lay wit my past hits/ FUCK YOU GameTime... next weapon: aprenticekid15's remains |
havent rapped in a while, so i might be rusty
but not as musty as the kids corpse is crusty but trust me, his bloods fouler than the illest of crips left bullets thru his carcass, hes takin millions of hits u feelin it bitch? hit u so much, ill leave u bleeding like me ur freezin, give u 3 reasons u need to see me .... [1]bang, [2]bang, [3] bang next weapon: an afro |
Ill scalp ya...just to get your...afro off ya head..
Leaving ya bald..ya just a embarrassment cause ya face red.. Hit you with it...till you get knocked out.. Shove the afro in ya face..covering ya mouth... Listen to you choke..until you croak..cause i brought death.. With your own hair..it wasnt fair..but hey this weapons next.. Next Weapon-- A Axe |
Thanx for tha axe, here take my nik nakz,
sit and relax while i chop off ya sacks, I aint payin no death tax, stop makin dumb acts// Next thing i gonna do is chop off ya head, guess what your dead!// I hope wit dis next weapon, you can teach me a lesson// Next Weapon: Firby Toy |
Ill hit you over the head...with the furby..
while you yelling..."Masta please dont hurt-me".. Keep bashing you..until ya face caves-in.. Hit you all over ya body..until ya lay-thin... and ya still on ya...one last breath.. I take the furby..and shove it in ya chest... Next Weapon-- A Whip |
Replied to the wrong page....will drop one soon.
I'm poppin shots, you better duck and cover man/ Fuck glocks, your gettin rocked by my rubber band/ Understand, your mother was truthful. no lies? no doubt/ Releasin these rubber bands, both your eyes? They're out/ Scream and shout to no avail, and this rubber's stale/ Hardened and I'll crease it, then stab you till your bones impaled/ Get thrown in jail, but I'll face the music and face the weather/ Cuz no matter the outcome, Diamond Mindz'll band together/ That was hard, lol Next Weapon: Superballs |
I got super balls..
The nut soakin inside so long I bust shots that'll bust a hole.. atcha temple worst than a dimple it went straight thru.. Hit a couple a by standers and kill'tcha whole cru.. .....Expiration date....Days limited to a few.... You wont make it to another post ya lifes due.... you headed to be deaded damn close beheaded... The lead shots when I bust nuts splatter ya guts and your lifes ended. Next weapon: the 'SUBMIT REPLY' button |
Writin' vicious rhymes, time afta time/
Killin' herbs fo fun when I hit 'Submit Reply'/ It's like pullin' the trigger lettin' a bullet fly/ My words pierce through you, vocabulary makin' ya momma cry/ Reload the chamber, pushin' the clip in slow/ let me submit dis shit, die bitches, I gotta go. Next weapon: land mines |
^I meant the rubber superballs...mingya. What kinda fuckin weapon?
Spit ultraviolet with a light so violent it'll blind this bitch/ Give your mind a twist with so many holds your replies submit/ A disguised kid, tryin to hide and shit, till I find this glutton/ Strap a bomb to your chest, then start to push your buttons/ What then? you think your tight enough to step to my type?/ Shakin and shit when you see me finish and submit my reply/ That sucked...but so did the weapon. Next Weapon: Feather Duster |
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