i walk my happy ass down to the skate park/
look for my lucky victom and stay sharp/ i see u/
you've been spotted by a grey car/ i roll up and skate hard/
you start to run but its too late, i got a great start/
jump off the board and tackle you/
grab my board, beat you down til i break it on the back of you/
grab the sharpest piece and start stabbin you/ i get another idea like " I gotta try this"/
grab the sawdust and rub it under youir eyelids/
splinter your eyes so bad , youll have blind kids/
steal your board and finish the session with some grindin/

.next....................cordless mic

Ram the mic into your brain, use it as a fucking drain//
your bound to go insane, when i take the part for pain//
Just place you for the mirror, prepare for mental fears//
you can't feel anything, watch me cut of both your ears//
I can do what i want, it looks like it just rained//
blood flowing everywhere, your unable to faint//
Make the flamethrower burn of all your fucking hair//
tied to the chair, i just laugh and leave you there//

~Lynch~

Next weapon: a Rat

I'M A TAKE A RAT AND PLACE IT ON YOUR STOMACH/
PUT A METAL BIN OVER IT AND BEGIN HEAT IT UP/
AT FIRST THE RAT WILL MOVE ABOUT AND SQUEEL/
BUT ITS WHEN IT GOES SILENT THAT IT STARTS ITS MEAL/
IT CAN'T GO ANYWHERE - SO THE ONLY WAY OUT/
IS TO BORROW THROUGH YOUR BELLY BOUTTON - U'LL SCREAM N SHOUT/
IT WILL EAT AWAY AT YOUR LARGE INTESTINE/
PEOPLE THINK I'M NASTY - I AINT THAT MEAN/
JUST DONT FUCK WITH ME OR YOU'LL END UP DEAD/
AND I'LL NEVER GET CAUGHT COZ I'M A CORRUPT FED/

NEXT WEAPON: A WRENCH

so a rats the weapon/ its come down to this thats depressing/
but i got a boy dowmtown stocked with weapons/
i met him through ,april o connar/ filmin a speacial on big turtles/
i say bobby "i need to see mr. splinter"/
bobby picks up the phone, "hes hear,....let him enter"/
i say masta i need a favor/i got troubles with neighbors/
feel like my lifes in danger/ can you help/
"yes", meet me by the point ,.....go stealth/
come alone and bring no-one but yo self/


so now we at the door/ heart pounding more/
splinter asks if im ready?/ and im not soundin sure/
ready lets go/ i kick in the font door/ ya whole fam jumps/
"Dont nobody move"aand "get your damn hands up"/
"thats him" i say ,while i point to the man who stands up/
pistol whip him dizzy incase he act tough/
the rats punches are leaving you sratched up/
plus he's got herpees and aids "that sucks"
lifted and german suplexed / i hear your back crunch/
ya spine slips out your neck/ lacerates the skin in diffrent segments/ your rolling around in pain, wondering where ya legs is/ bleeding to death/ soon to be breathless/
and the tool for the next death is..........................>DORITOS

I'm at the bus stop, munchin on a bag of Doritos
a chick comes up, she half black and Phillepino
she be like what flavor, hot and spicy
her mans in the corner and he does not like me
i said you besta check ya man or he'll get hit wit the rifey
so we book a room on the top floor in a high rollin casino

next weapon: glasses

I'm that bastered you see about to do a dastardly deed/
at Lens Crafters smiring Anthrax on all the glasses I see/
elinimate the four eyed race just leave they asses to me/
callin me a social path murdering masses who can't see/
it was my childhood, my mom wore glasses and made passes at me/
20/20 killer puttin cyanide on your lens while you're fast asleep/


killem with an Avatar

im bout to murder you wit an avatar not a sig//
aint really much to do with it aint big//
but theres one the you could be murded by//
michael jackson the one thats a dancin guy//
or maybe the canabis avvy that 1 sucks//
cannabis whack his fanss dont exist liek daffy duck//

Next Weapon:G-Unit SPinner Chain...

...ooh i wanna comment on that cannibus sux thing...but eh..

G..G...G...G..G.G unit! spiner chain round ya neck
lloyd banx got a foot in your back hand on his tech
fifty pulls out the strap says lets see if you survive nine
hear the gun go Clack Banks just tore through your spine..
all them other niggas in jail so making Lp's is kinda hard..
thats why that jackin you for cash leaving the body on the boulevard..

Next Weapon: JackHammer

nigga get off g-unit, and canibus' dick..
cuz they both wack as shit, cant stand em pricks/
gimme a jack hammer, lemme handle dis bitch..
make ya brains alotta more scrambled den vick/
im handlin a kid, easily, hammer in hand..
my movements be swifter den van damme man/
fuck u, yur mom, i'll chisel yall faces..
fo shizzle, fo rizzle, leave this fool faceless//

next.........Monkey wrench

Ill kill ya with a monkey wrench...just twist ya neck..
Like it was bolt till you show me some fucking respect..
Keep twisting it around and around till i hear it crack..
Listen to you scream in pain, here ill just bare the facts..
Your gonna die...know why?..cause Imma rip ya neck off..
Lift up on the wrench till ya head just pops right off..

Next Weapon: A Brick

the canibus thing u wunna comment on... Hes good i just needed somethin to work with no hate... here i go...

Look at these herbs little fukin pricks,
im bout to murder these bitches wit bricks//
ill put it in a bag n smack ya in the skull,
ill keep pundin away till the brick gets dull//
and scrape it on your face until i see your flesh,
ill spit shitty lines while you rap at yor best//
i throw it threw yo window itll hit ya in the face,
n before I knock you out cold spray you wit mace//

Next Weapon-Thumb Tack

Open up a pack of fucking thumb tacks..
Have you so scared ya just run back...
Put 2 in each of eyes so ya cant see...
Put some in at chest so ya just bleed..
Then make you....swallow the rest....
Listen to ya choke n bleed, leads to ya death..

Next Weapon: Action Figure

i believe i was just about 8 years old/
playing in the front lawn with my G. I. Joes/
some punk comes by and and socks me in my eye yo/
and tries to take the snake /and im like thos are mine bro/
so now im really pissed/
i run up and sock him , even though hes a little bigga/
and break the leg of one off my action figgas/
stab the dude in the eyes and scream whats crakin n***a/
then i grab three more soldiers out my army/
and stuff'em down his throat til i stop the gargling/
another life size barbie/ dressed like a chick/
wistle for sis/ "here you go another little gift"/
she look at me like/ "my big brothas tha shit"/

.....cell phone's.......
^^since he aint make one^^

Yo I split'eye's open n widen there horizon wit Verizon-
Radioctive waves leavin nigga's betta off wit curcumsizing-
cock back that Sanyo-let em feel the Force of call-waitin-n-Roam-
Str8 yellin in there Dome-hang up the phone-n- have em Sprint'ing all way home-

Whats Next?ell....thats right..2-way n page- dis hoe-ta hell....
Ngage in sum game'ing and download sum Splinter'Cell-
Wit lethal tactics....comin'3-way oh yeh...I'll change ya tone-
Now u see what happen's when u trade a Glock for Phone-

next weapon.......yellow pages

I'm flippin thru the yellow pages
so much information, i can't keep track of my faces
the ghetto born hustla, in the streets we hang with laces
face it, yellow pages aint the weapon to be killin wit
but i'm make the wackest shit sound hot, when i'm spillin it
ya'll gone be feelin it

:shoot: :help:

next weapon: cheese

I'll put all my cheese on ya head, mark ya ass fo dead/
And ery body be after ya, hear the werds that I said/

Youngblack, old white ery body be chasin ya/
and I be paying the one that be the first one defacing ya/

Matter a fact do it myself and save me tha cheese/
that I can give to ya girlie after she done on her knees/



Next weapon...Tampon

yo load that tampax wit anthrax to tha max-
come up from behind cover eyes an give a nigga cataract-
u kno...leave em mark'd up...PERIOD...im seriouse...
anthrax in an Iris can make a man deliriouse-
drip drip drop....then stop- an wait- let god decide his fate-
Left Irate- this man's eye's fuk'd like britney unda justin timberlake-

Next weapon......
Mike Blaze's Dildo (Johny Oh My #5)
good luck wit that.....^^

I bought this dildo once I got outta jail/
So I could sodomize stupid cats w/ out leaving a trail/

now its u its time to hit so I'ma bring a full stroke/
Swing back jam it up ur ass til it shoots out ya throat/

Leave it in ya ear for the cops to find/
Guess it was true after all ya had a dick on ya mind/

next weapon...Iron

Ill pick up some iron and beat you with it..
Have you run to mommy saying "kiss it"..
Leave your face covered in fucking bruises..
Your life??? yeah bitch you gonna lose this..
Keep hitting you over the head till it cracks..
Leave you dead cause you just that wack..

Next Weapon: A Folder

Ill pick up a folder and fan you with it...
Hit you with it like i was feeding ya a bisquet..
Leave some paper cuts on ya arms n chest..
Cause bitch im the one thats gonna harm ya next..
Slit as throat with the folders edge so you choke..
Keep cutting your neck till you fall over n croak..

next weapon-pen and a Pad

ill grab my pen n pad and scribble ya to death...
Then stab ya with the pen in the middle of ya neck..
Then poke both ya eyes out so you cant see...
Cause bitch you honestly acting like a panzy..
Take the pen....and just carve ya face out...
I just wrote ya death...who ya hate now?..

Next Weapon: A Piece Of Paper

travel down ya wind vents this scripture
im ok no really just send this send this psyco greetin to ripyurr..
Speakin to my self as i torture ur pussy ass
papercuts, hardest punishment u ever fuckin had..
Rip ur back by tryin to carry all this wieght of lines
On this papa, cant hide ya dick skills as u take the whole fine..


Bible Scriptures.

The Lord is my shepord I shall not want
but i'm a greedy ass nigga and i get what iwant
i'm keepin niggas eager for more
soon you'll hear my shit live in the music store
simply cuz i spit swiftly
or drop a few quickly
so when i'm gone i know u niggas will miss me
I'm DA Double

Do not forget to leave a weapon!
~Bounce~

Yo black what's tha weapon// I'm guessin it's AIR//
cause you didn't leave a topic// got me not so prepared//
still...off wit they head// lungs collapsin// drop him....he's dead//
suffocation lack of oxygen// he's coughin up red//
tha dead of winter// holocaust it like a nuclear threat//
press tha button// watch tha fireworks from under tha bed//


Next Weapon: Crowbar

I'd like to use a crow bar to break into a bank
but instead I'll kill MC Bass for Christ's sake
I could wack you in the face for all to see
and then hammer off your dick so freely
you probably don't give a good fuck
so if I knocked off your dick, us chicks wouldn't loose much




next weapon: a movie ticket

Ill go to the movies and buy a ticket..
Look at you n say. Imma kill you with it..
Paper cut your eyes so you cant see right..
Dont put up a fight, ya gonna die tonight...
try with all my might, to paper cut ya neck..
Slice n Slice at it so you face your death..

Next Weapon: Nail Clippers

Slice and dice with razor blades that shaves+ya+legs?
Naw man I got nail clipper to erase+ya+fags,
Little blade don't slit nothin unless you use+it+right,
Visectmy the hard way, ouch, abuse+ya+tight,
Slide it under toenails just to inflict+pain,
Squeeze at ya scalp just till I hit+brains,
Make you bit down and clip off ya own tong,
Call me sick and twisted, but I also own+guns,
Until you scream right the dicin+prevails,
Make ya think twice bout bitin+ya+nails,
I pray a cracka say I gotta a hang nail or check out my cuticles,
Body pierce you late at night, in bed or at your office cubicles,
Kill the nois stop the beef it's as easy as 1-2-3,
Killin people, though, easy as givin nail clipper to me.

Next Weapon -- Rusty Spoon

these rhymes fall clean, punish any cat that said he resolves things,/
go home eat some beans, and crush with a spoon "one mean saltine",/
rip off ya knees with stealth,/
freeze the spoon, make you lick it, rip ya tongue off til you bleed to death,/

next weapon: cup noodles

Please do not post unless it's six lines. Edit this before I erase it. Six lines or it's considered a freepost.
~Bounce~

Next time drop the right amount of lines....
~Bounce~


Doc-da-prodigy needs to follow rules when posting "G"/

Or I grab a cup a noodles and spit like it's a MIC, super heating contents of which I'll pour out ya life/

Fade to black, just -2- turn out ya lights, dim-ly lit wit-A-poodles Spit ya 'Whacked' at very first sight/

Kind of like ya manhood and sexing ya wife, Fucked by a NOODLE a-DICK-tions penitrating ''Whore-A-fists'' Right?/

While ya pensate ^that, ya flesh is melting like butter soft raps roasting over my open flames/

For there is no 'Whackered' that my heated cup couldn't tame, Prada "G" is what ladies wear... I knew you was a dame!/




Next weapon: silly string...(you know the stuff you spray out the can at kids b-day parties)

oh my god, dog's like this dude are poodles, i kill these things,/
fill their breathers with silly string, you choking by any means,/

i'll chew thru this man like cannibals, you're plainly gharbage i'll dismantle you,/
ya whole style is tangible, i'm the rapping hannibal,/

you the type that get evicted from section eight homes, paying ya rent hardly,/
i spit lethargy at your face, watch you explode at your birthday party,/

i go lick for lick, coming with sickness,/
then spit sick with quick hits shit on ya fucking script bitch,/

next weapon: dildo

Ill Take This Dildo to Any " pussy " Who Crosses My Path //
Ill snap it In half And Shove Half In Your Mouth And Half in your Ass //
I Step On The Gas , And I Tear Up the Track And Leave Tar //
Hit You So Hard With This Dildo Youll Be Seein Fuckin Stars //
Im The Sikkest , You Bitches Step To Me //
Not Knowin I Have A Dildo In my Arsenal of Weaponary //

Next Weapon = Stuffed Animal

Ill pick up a stuffed animal and beat you with it..
Hit you with it and leave ya feeling like a misfit..
Keep hitting you till the stuffing goes flying...
Wrap your face in stuffing, soon you'll be dying..
Shove some stuffing down your throat so ya cant breathe..
Listen to ya gurgle as ya choke cause ya like i soon seize..

Next Weapon: Sleeping Bag

here here children, gather round the fire
grab the smores, string marshmallows on your wooden wires
me? i not your damn counselor, fuck his faggot ass
i stashed him in the back of vans, strangled wit a sleeping bag
and the lady leader, i peeped her ass...
said fuck it, we aint fuckin... merked her wit the one shoutin "Superman"
so fuck a ghost tale, i aint gotta damn story to tell
so when i cant till no body else, the next nigga will

Next: Jaws of Death

Ill grab ya by ur chest and groin wit sum jaws of death/
and at the same time take both ya balls and breath/

Cause n effect I'll wreck ya wit 2 chrome techs/
Spittin lead til ya whole sets in death/

Gray brains on gray pave, I'll send ya ta hell/
Drag ya ass in the bushes leave guts for a trail/

next weapon: Hamster

I'll tie the tails of two hamsters injected with the Ebola/
together like numchucks swinging on this dumb fuck/
have your body flakier than a Granola/
It's Sizz the unorthadox undertaker/
got a rodent named Ben that I let in the house of haters/
trained to kill on commad and spill the gutzz of a man/
you'll see a thousand eyezz when shit hit the fan/

kill em wit a wack verse

Mike Blaze bout ot have a lot in common wit Richard Geer,
When I take this Hamster and shov it up his rear,
Fuckin Queer, let the thing crawl inside, now hows that feelin?
Hamster go though you head when I toss it off the Empire state Building,
Might use it's tale to choke ya, provoke ya,
Then use little ass claws to poke ya,
Shoot it out a patato gun and let it smoke ya,
Make ya choke to death if ya ain't atin like ya supposed ta,
And thats after I pull it back out ya ass covered wit streaks,
What cha gonna do bout it? NUTIN YER WEAK!

Next Weapon -- Coffee Mug/cup

Ill pour a nice hot cup of coffee..
Pour it on you n ya cant stop me..
Then bash you with the damn mug..
Hit you till ya cant fucking stand up..
Keep hitting you cause i beat this...
Have you saying..whats up jesus...

Next Weapon: A Tie

hey dad, sorry i had to tell u was a fag
ill only allow u too leave this house in a body bag
grab u by the throught ill use ur tie to choke.
i misspoke the sick joke, ive got u hanging by a thread or to be more realistic, hanging from ur bed by ur tie ur dead.

next weapon: smoke


Next time drop six lines, one more line won't hurt, or it will be erased.
~Bounce~

Choke on smoke when you toke the loke,
Leave yer lungs broke and croaked,
Revenge is sweet, like a goody two shoes,
Kill ya wit laced shit, green and blue brews,
Knock ya of yer legs, shit hit like smoke grenades,
Like you on the noose at the end of a rope for days,

Next weapon -- hair brush

When i comb the streets lookin fo a fool ta snare
i be lookin fo the kid with the fucked up hair
no need for the brush cept ta smack ya like I'm crazed
but you wun ahve any hair to brush after I set it ablaze
I'll beat ya down with the brush so whoever next combs their head
Will not only have nice hair, but also a nice shade of red

next weapon: a sharpie (pen)