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ill roll a bottle cap in the streets , and watch you trip on it
seein you fall backwards on the concrete where your head exploded now you achin, bottle cap rollin down the hill, you saw it rollin, now you hopin that the cap stand still kids playin baseball, and now the cap is back at it kids sayin homerun as the bottle cap enter your eyesocket you dead, vamuse,homie thats a RAP ha ha i guess you could say this dude got capt !!! |
ill roll a bottle cap in the streets , and watch you trip on it
seein you fall backwards on the concrete where your head exploded now you achin, bottle cap rollin down the hill, you saw it rollin, now you hopin that the cap stand still kids playin baseball, and now the cap is back at it kids sayin homerun as the bottle cap enter your eyesocket you dead, vamuse,homie thats a RAP ha ha i guess you could say this dude got capt !!! |
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ill roll a bottle cap in the streets , and watch you trip on it seein you fall backwards on the concrete where your head exploded now you achin, bottle cap rollin down the hill, you saw it rollin, now you hopin that the cap stand still kids playin baseball, and now the cap is back at it kids sayin homerun as the bottle cap enter your eyesocket you dead, vamuse,homie thats a RAP ha ha i guess you could say this dude got capt !!! |
Ill creep up behind pull out the dildo and tap you
Fear replaces erotic anticipation as you realize I aint screwin you.. I slap yo face wit the pink jelly and you scream in pain Such a painfull death with an object with a death fame.. I shove it down his throat and out his esouphogus swiftly KNock out all his teeth, break his skull, and plug his butt quickly.. He walks away knowing he will die shortly in as lil bit When he needs to take a crap their be an explosion in his intestines.. |
next weapon: hmmmmmmm an Elf lol.......iono how jsut do it................................
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i had an elf he was tight n a ruff ryda
fuck around with him he becomes an ankle bita with two strap gats and a knife around his calf he laughs and says come fuck with this shit ill make this a night youll neva forget get ya wig split and he meant it weapon- smoke |
cover the earth in a blanket of smoke
watch the baby at birth, squirm and choke killin all, even old folks on oxygen people closin their doors hopin death wont knock again but through the vents and through the windows the black air flows, and grabs tight on their throats |
word... next weapon.....
styrofoam |
Put headphones on your cranium an insert my CD....
Volumes so loud your head bursts like genitals with VD.... whos the baddest border lining on insane? its me... KNOK-SIOUZ sick bastard with a high arsenal of hight weapon-ry.... Come at me real, ima beat you like a track an wait... I'll snap this CD an slice your wrist after i pound yo face.... NEXT WEAPON:: Pammy Lees tits |
surgically remove the cylicon
stab the bag, and find a nigga face to spill it on sufficate attracted mates with the left over skin who knew when u saw tits, you would meet your end... Next Weapon ::: a comb |
I go for the hard~kills an watch the retards~spill....
I don't blow a gauge~till i can hatch a new plot~still..... I deny a nine from~blastin when my comb wants~interaction.... The guns were~a~distraction so my comb could get~the~action.... NEXT WEAPON ::: GEORGE BUSH |
i got 3 tools tah take ova the country...dick colon and bush/
i pick George cuz hes got the M.E. hemmed up like shush/ give him two things in bahgdad...a gun and a push/ and see how many innocents he turns tah mush/ let the bush "imagination"(administration) run wild and invent a new militant task/ like father like son they always down to beat someone ass/ (M.E. middle east) next weapon ... 409 all purpose cleaner |
My straps is like 409 all purpose clean ni99as.Open ya face up I bang,tha thang it lean ni99as.Diseffect,tha tech no shells at tha sceen ni99a,whatever I pop it hit cause my aim is clean as hell ni99a.You can't tell ni99a I'm a clean freak,I mind sweep,when tha 9 bust,you see ya self in tha floor like Mr.Clean.I leave block glistening,when I get everybody fa dust.I'm lyrical,it ain't a weapon I can't use jus ta fuck you up.Know bitch name Eureaka that a suck you up.And I know ni99as dats Plunged In ready ta stick you up.
Next Weapon: Rusty Fork |
I'm in tha kitchen of this house im hittin a lik at//
Tryna be as sneaky as possible but i knock ovah a pot onto their cat// A dude rushes my and i got speared to tha dirty tile on tha floor// Reached to my left and grabbed a fork tha was by tha back door// I staabed him in tha eye wit it tha shit was nasty it was a must-see/ BITCH how it feel to get stabbed wit sumthin rusty??????????????????????? next weapon: dice |
rollin dice the results is seven
seven bullets ya get to go to heaven i can do what i want these these dice what you gonna do when shit hits the fan like obie trice man I really love these dice they black like gats and white like rice its nice when i roll snake eyes means somebody dies just because fuck like it was drink liqua get me a buzz weapon= hanger |
In my closet there lies a 3 piece suit
Let me put that shit on and lace up my boots Grab the hanger and straiten it out The dice your shit up like sour-krout Or I'll wind it 'round your feet...make you walk the plank I'de laugh with my homies once your shit sank I'm deft with my hanger like it ain't no thang then I'll fold it back up and leave my suit to hang. Weapon: rubberband |
I put rubberbands on my wrist ta remind myself of tha killas,put'em on thumbs,flickin at niggas off buildins.Don't care if I hurt feelins say sumthin back,bitch I want you to.I 'll strach you out and fling you to Aobudobe like Garfield would do.I don't think nobodies feelin you,don't really care if you feelin me.T.I. put'em on his money I like to use mines fa weaponary.Put holes whoevery step ta me,seal you up is what tha doctor do.I murk yo azz wit a rubberband cause yall piss on yaself if I hold tha glock to you.
Weapon: Phone cord |
blaze up while im home alone bored/
thinkin of crazy shit like chokin a hoe wit a phone cord/ i thought of it so u kno i meant this/ make a noise in the backyard so i can break thru her front entrance/ dont matter if she freeking wit somebody/ cause ill choke her wit her phone cord even if she speaking with somebody/ weapon:tree branch |
I run straight fo' a tree and snap off the largest branch
Swing it at you and blast you to the nearest ranch Hop on a horse and joust you into the deepest lake We can all see how your one of the biggest fakes Next day I'll go fishing and end up pulling in you Take out my ol' branch and stab it right in you Edit: Forgot next weapon Wooden Sword |
*grabs the shit*
i got da wooden sword he left, but i dont like it imma splinter stab this nigga, and start a crew riot whipe da blood off, folks calln me JASON, JASON so i put da mask on, and watch JRAD start racing ...(wait, this kat tryna be "J DOT") now im mad, but he cant be shot, cause da bitch sword he left me, cant even kill PAC so fuk it, now a nigga gotta use his bare hands now he really scared have him runnin up walls like that man (in his avatar) so i finally catch him, best believe i choke this fukn liar and drop the sword which turns into a fukn metal wire METAL WIRE (dont hurt me, lol) |
Metal wire wrapped around Dots neck he pops head,
Blood spurts all over, but wait, I aint gon stop yet. After garroting this faggot up to the point of death. Cut ure air, while Im overflowing with joy in stepping on ya neck. Blood puddles, I plugged ya easophagus leaving bubbles, Killing ya gay drop, JDots blocked with a thug muzzle. So with life-lingering, I stick wire in ya retinas The shits rusty, so i know u'll die slow from the tetanus Next weapon: Butterfly knife |
posters beware i'm killin yah future wifes/
all it's gonna take a few slips of a buttahfly knife/ snip cut slash not a straight blade it's got serated edges/ chop the bodies and hide em' in yah garden hedges/ read your fortune and your life line is thin/ set you ass ablaze till all thats left is your fallen brim/ next weapon a blues clues VHS tape |
you a bluff ya punches hit like pillows, make you watch the tape that enough should kill you/
Deranged i attack, beat you over the head wit it till ya cranium crackz/ It Aint No Thing Ill Mangle You bitch, Smash you with it till the tape breakz n use the footage to strangle you with/ Blues Clues Who Knew It Was An Assault Weapon,Rap It Around Ya Kneck Over The Crackz In San Fran, Than Throw You In When Tha Fault' Stretches/ Weapon-Unlit Ciggerette |
I'll take an unlit cigerette an stick it up this nigga noise
an so he can't breath I'll tape his mouth an his other nostrol close, Makin sure this nigga die I'm a tie his ass up Put a cigerette in tha tape so I can burn his ass up, One wrong or suddent move I'm a ignite this shit A close casket funneral wit an unlit cigerette on top of it. Next Weapone:Weed |
Wats that u wanna come smoke... well ok as long as u dont choke~
Ill go and roll up a blunt... U just wait here then in 15 come round 2 da front~ Well go in my whip... but ill drive cuz this shits gauranteed to make u trip~ Ill be sparkin da green... why would u come wit us ur only thirteen~ U hit it and cant breath... i told u nigga if u gonna choke then just leave~ Leave u out in the street... u trippin off one hit and u dont feel the heat~ Now u layin on the sidewalk... wanna call for help but u cant talk~ All the peeps around just gawk... at the nigga whos goin into shock~ Dehydrations settin in... all of a sudden ur world begins to spin~ Death is visitin ur ass... wats it all from a lil bit of puff puff pass~ next weapon: staple remover |
You don't flow-2-crazy, if it takes a blunt to murder a loser//
My weapon of choice is staple removers, 5 at least for each finger like Krueger// While fingering your mommy dearest scraping her uterus// Listening to the Mobb's Murder Muzik licking her boobs and ish// I'm ripping any child prodigy leaving internal bleeding as I screw the chick// Plastering imprints of what should of been pertruding through her bellys upper skin// next weapon: jump rope |
Like Paraplegics, Everybody Challengin Me Isn't Gonna Hop Out Alive,
Cuz My Hops Sting Kid, Like Jump Ropes Right By A Behive/ Next Weapon- A C.D. lol |
Listen to these wack cats tracks not even on my level
Play dat shyt backwards n they speakin like tha devil They CD's is enuff to make u wanna hunt-em-down Shoot dat shyt up in da air n fuckin gun-em-down Kids nowadays rap about guns, i'll kill u wit ur own mix I wouldnt even rob ya shyt, im better off sellin chocolates next weapon: chop sticks ^^lmao i had chinese |
Chokin This Guy While He Hop Dicks, Ya Word Was Chop Stick, So I Stick Both In Ya Eye/
Revokin Ya Pride, You Lost This Fair, Pull One Outta Ya Eye, Stab Ya Throat Wit It Till YOu Die From Loss Of Air/ We All Fucking Hate You Bitch, And Fuck A Chop Stick, Ill Use The Plastic It Came It To Suffocate You With/ Next Weapon: Glass Ash Trey |
you pissin me off thinkin i'm soft at the bar/
searchin for all the weapons round me that ain't far/ well i got my beer bottle at the ready and full throtle/ even a bowl fulla peanuts that i'll prolly make you swallow/ but wait boom glass ash trey impressioned on yah face/ so deep that it won't come clean like the new version of Mase/ again with the glass ash trey hittin from yah head to yah waist/ blood flowin i'm duckin the cops cus now your bodies been placed/ closed casket cause the glass ash trey left no face/ next weapon is homemade water bong |
Nice...
Aiight so I'm lifted, right... I'm staggering gone// But I'm focused enough... That I can bash you with this glass water bong// Beating you till it shatters... Over the top of your dome// Bloodying the carpet... Even if it's in my mother's home// Now it's in shards... I'm still holding the lower in my grip// Shove the rest of what I'm holding... three inches below your lower lip/// Next: Paper. Be creative. |
Step To Me Anf Get Ripped, Like A looseleaf Sheet,
I'll Kill It Accapella Cuz I'm Ill Wit No-Beats// <i never lost..beat lol I'll Rip Any Kid, Cuz I'm Sick Wit The Paper And Ink, Wanna Go..??I'll Give Ya My Brain So You Can Really Think/ haha Next Weapon: Condom |
Fuck dis cat, Im On a GFX anti Campaign
Might as well Fold at this Hand of Life, Like a Paper airplane I distroying Yha life, like Getting Hit by express Train While you Sleep, Break yah face, and rip yah Testicular Vein Tie you Down while you Dream, about Do'Nuts Spit My Firs Verse, Then take the Paper, kill you with Paper Cuts NEXT WEAPON: PATRIOT MISSLE.. lol.. |
Oh fuck i guess we posted a response to the same thing.. shit.. Oh well Contiune with
Weapon: PATRIOT MISSLE |
I Hate This Bitch Dude, Rip The Wing Of A Patriot Missle Sharpin The Blade And Rip Through Ya Tissue/
This Kid Aint This Issue, Im Just About Buckz, Takein The Missle And Use It to Blow Ya House Up/ Display Ya Pride, Pick Up The Fragments In A Bag And Throw It Back Wit A Grenade Inside/ Leavin Ya Face Gone, So Bloody Like Sombody Used A Knife And Ya Face Was A Gong/ Weapon: Mailbox |
i take the mail out of the mailbox and give you paper cuts
then stab u with the flag thing until i see your blood and guts metal or wood, your mail box nice and strong and i just drank red bull so i can beat you nice and long then the post that holds up the mail box, i stab you like buffy i hit you in the same place until you nice and ugly i left you unrecognizable. i leave no traces, they cant even get fingerprints i cant wait to look for my next victim when the mail comes again weapon of choice::: a toaster |
A toaster? Hehe.
Aiight so I seen this movie... And I'm about to take after it// Run in the kitchen... And grab the first thing to bash you with// A Toaster?... What the fuck do I expect to do with this?// I'll just come at you and beat your face... Untill you're fluid-less// And while your on the floor... Drag you, then lift you into the tub// And drop the toaster in the batwater... While the shit's plugged/// Next: Pills. Have fun. |
Make You Take Pills Till Ya Gag, That I Promise This Guy
Ducktape Around Ya Mouth So You Choke On Ya Vomit And Die Droppin Em Down A Tube Till Ya Air Passage Got Bulk N Buldge Add Valumes Wit Lube, Drownin This Dude, Till His Throat Explodes This Is Less Than Fair, Shovin Pills Down Ya Throat Fast Like Pressured Air, Till Ya Turn Blue And Plummit, Wait Till Ya Breathens Finished, Till Ya Capacity Exceeds Its Limit And Ya Ameno Acid Burns Threw Ya Stomache Damn I Couldnt Think Of Much.. Next Weapon- An Incense |
Hehe.
"Stop saying you're telling my mother... That we're smoking in here!"// So I light an incense... To put a better smell in the air// But this nigga just won't shut up... So I feel I'll have to force him.// I shove a lit incense up his ass... Like some home remedy abortion.// Take like seven jasmines out the bag... Light them all at the same time// Then shove the flames down his throat... Now he'll never say rhymes// That was wack. Next: A Leather Wallet. |
Incence is burnin, but he's lyin - he didnt kill nobody,
Incest is more the story, fucked his sister, he's so damn horny... I'm flicking through my wallet, slap u upside the back of your head, Yo, I just expected it to hurt, but you went and died instead, So I shrug, saves me a job at least, on ur grave it reads "accidentilly deceased" But it wasnt my fault, I tell the court, they dont believe me! But I knew, my own wallet wouldnt decieve me, They took it into ferensic analysis, Came back and told me I must have hit some callousis, Told me the back of your skull was soft yo, I said it was like your rhimes, ya had no flow, They laughed and I was claimed me innocent, told me I could go! The next fucker can try kill me with a toenail clipping, ho! |
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