I stand in fields slaughterin cattle with my baby rattle/
By pass seatle that place is fulla fraggles, I win Battles/
Crack you over the head with the ball to hear to shakin/
Strangle you with the handle, an see the ruh of blood I'm makin/
Believe, I ain't fakin, I be wakin the angry giant With the sound of defiance/
The sound of this thing can be heard for miles with no alliance/
This verse must be fate cos now I must ski-daddle/
Cos I jus merkd you with my baby Rattle/

Next Weapon: BackStreetBoys

Don't know they're names pull some pretty boy out his limozine
Rip his fingers off and throw em at you like emptied a magozine
The dead guy just poked out ya fuckin eye, damn
This shits more whacked than when I hire a hitman
Bitch is still movin' and jesus christ its to the music
Shut these fuckers up rip off a head and use it
Crack his skull into yours while in my hand it splits
put it down WHY DONT YOU JUST DIE MOTHERFUCKER
pop off a round turn around and end the boy band brothers


Medical waste

damn look at this i got a whole vat of medical waste
and some one gona fuck around and get it through in there face
cause some one the crazy one with a whole shit load of medical waste

next wepon a rabid dog

keokuk Iowa Repper? Man you must be a cracker, But my dog's got rabis/
Farm land Wrecker, Man I've been drinkin' lacker, Bringin' death like I'm HAdes/
Dogg'll fuckin' bite you like you bite your rhymes, Never lettin' my grip go/
ANd I'll fuckin' light you like you light your dimes, My Dog gon' make u rip ho/
I don't need to come hard, Cuz My Dog make you bleed, ANd he got you shakin'/
My dog ain't ate, so he starved, Gripped at your knee, White foam and bone breakin'/
This here is satan's dog, He don't farm sheep, Fuck the hog, He makes death seep/

imma use a D12 cd 2 do dis


iight imma crack da cd ova ya head wit ma hand....
And u gon be askin y u hear tunes inya head of my band...
dis nigga gets all emotional when ma shortii bounces....
its bad fo his health he gon get drunk, cuz he hears 40 Oz....
nigga u bunz... keep u stuned...like easy mac in a minute u done....
see u run.. beat u ova da head wit a cd n keep da case fo fun...

iight next W3AP0N iz: A penny and a dorito

im packin a penny and a dorito, ready to feed and fuck a skinny ho/
my brutal tactics are uncalled for like a man in a speedo/
a dorito to the eye would draw lots of blood though/
then after i puff some dro ill pull it out and it slow/
finish off by shovin the penny down your throat/
hows that for my fucked up half assed two cents/
keep on talkin shit and you'll be a like a piggy bank thats rich/

next weapon an aerosole can and a car battery

spray u with an aerosol to fuckin blind ure eyes
beat u with a car battery to complete ure demise
fuck that give me a match combine it with my spray
now i'm sprayin flames to fuckin burn ure ass away
hook the battery to my ride and crash right in to u
reverse back over and do it again...now jefferson is thru

next weapon.......................a donkey

I'll do a drive by on a fuckin donkey bitch
I ain't gotta be scared of your shit
Hell I'll come back and have my donkey stomp your face in to the ground
It'll be something like this "Hee haw ree raw" Stompy stompy pound pound!
Then feed you to him and it'll eat you in a cirlce and leave your corpse round
Aight next weapon for someone to use is a candy bar, any kind, or mounds

Next weapon -- Candy Bar (IF you can't think of a type use Mounds)

pull out a twix, it's all about tha mix/
stickin down ma pants, look out for shit/
slap you in the face, leavin you a trace/
of tha bown goo, thankfully it's safe/
harder goin down ya throat, then double shot brandy/
last fatal choke, ya thinkin, "I can't believe that it's candy"/

Next weapon-A Vacuum :D

I'll "suck" you up mo'fucka, you're used to doin that anyway
They call me "Dirt-Devil", I send bitches to their restin place anyday

But then there's my lil cousin "Hoover", he's like a revolver
He's good at hittin "stains" like you, you'll soon be a "disolver"

You never know, I might come with the Oreck
Comin thru ya hood, plantin ya ass on the deck

-Next- Ice-cicle

stabbin through this punk, with Ice-cicles and stilagtites/
put em in the trunk, new location for this fags life/
every organ is now infested wit ice-drops/
you wont be recognizable when this damn fight stops/
when i get done, no fingerprints as evidence/
and when they find you, ya name wont even be relevent/
cause ya dumb ass will be skeleton...


hand to hand combat (should be fun writing about)

my hands move quicker than the speed of light
and accelerate .12 milliseconds every time i fight
the lightning "speed of my fist"
make niggaz "flench", everytime they "get hit"
i beat cats, even they "run or stay"
i snap more "arms, legs and more fingers than gays"
therefore, im ill rather its "rappin or fightin"
like "my flows", when i squab, i got all these niggaz "bitin"

next weapon: white out

Controlin ya image, I finish wipin you out/
hold to ya nose, forgot whatchu was writing about/
the lighting is out, startin hardly breath/
these fumes, for you, stirrin up a snarly sneese/
now I apply, the white dye to ya eyes/
can't hold it in, you moanin tha cries/
hopin to die soon, digesting a tycoon/
leave you to implode in a sad rhyme-tune/

next weapon: An Elevator