I'll Lace my msn messenger with hyper lighted pixels,
You better brace your chin when your pupils explode into icicles,
and You'll implode when I expose you to this radiation flow,
Peel your skin back, turn out the lights, and watch your bones glow,
Im a prone pro you homo,
I buried this G-eCuA with all his little packs of powder,
Attack this coward, with a flesh eating disease, Now....rest devoured.

Next Weapon: Dill Pickle

^ LOL

I speak so sharp i'd slice u wit a dill pickle visious
Right across ur forehead and really slpit ya visions
Talk shit but u'z a lame newb not worth the juice....
Just use the pickle and stab u through child abuse!
What kinda asshole leaves a pickle in the cypher thats wack..
Hit you wit Dill-ingers make you feel like u smokin crack!
Flat on his back put the jar around his head like a hat...
Damn that fitted look strapped, so tight air is just trapped!
Face the facts, plainly unskilled thats all you are...
This fag......
Lef me wit a pickle i killed him, suffucated him with the jar!

next weapon: iraq

ey sweet u left me iraq
now i can have fun and send some gondies on yo ass
yo i got mah weapon of mass destruction
mix yo blood up wit some fuel combuction
wait tell mah lil terrerists hit up yo place
have yo ass on da ground rip ya eyes rite outta ya face
judge didnt wan take it ta court cuz its 2 horrble of a case
hey u wannid iraq i juss gave u a taste

good!!!! no weapon
i'll use lines

I got six lines to express unlimited animosity
five lines left to convey my ferocity
four lines to prove that yall can stop me
three lines to cause more radiation than nagasaki
two lines bust yo ass probably
one line the game is now a monoply

next weapon......verbs :cussing: :cussing: :cussing:

using verbs i dominate, then kill u with a noun/
a next weapon that i use will be lyrically be profound//
splittin these verbs in text, ya die from the hex/
just fo that, imma kill another person ...... WHO'S NEXT?//
crossed up with herbs, still using verbs which extorts to an action/
carlos, will result to his death with out no satisfaction//

Next Weapon: A BELT :laugh:

Damn i Got Gun's that'll Take One's.. with You or your Son and His Sons
Split Open Bunz for Fun got Enemies on the Run Like runnin from Po's..
Know One knows I rip off your clothes like hoes but with Bullet Holes..
your Mullet Shows i aint scurred like David Banner..Like Pogs Im'a Slammer..
whammer and then cant Stand-her..shoot ya Fcae Makin it Tanner..
I-sickles Waited I'm higher and Over Trippled-X raided..Guns Nickle Plated..
teachin nicca's Lessons witha Smith n' westin Like a Teacher Im teachin Lessons.

The next weapon is simple and plane
I'll crash into your house with an airplane
Then speed off in the 3rd lane
And I'll do it again
9 times outta ten
Carlos Barrett will win
You sufferin
cause the governor is angered by you
I chill at the buyoe
paying folks to homicide you
Not because I have to because I like to
Blumami who likes you
Name someone who got yo back
I squeeze the mack you see a flash then all black
Cause you don't know how to act


next weapon......skitzophrenia

Skitzophrenia Who Got It Like Me
I Got It So Bad I Dont Need Drugs To Tweek
I Do It Walkin Down The Street
While I Mumble A Beat
Im Actin So Different Now... But They Knowin Its Me
Im Gettin So Wicked Now
Like That Witch From The East
Im Talkin To A Miget Clown Like He The Size As Me
But He Understand My Pain So He Aint Gone Trip
Im Crazy...
Tied Him To A Chair So He Aint Gone Trip
________________________

Next Weapon.......base Ball Cap

my hairs not done, but my ears are in position///
my baseball caps 4 years old but still fittin///
i rip other kats caps "bills" off, like hilary clinton///
kick your "head off" stick out my baseball cap and i catch em///
before i battle, i flip my hat backwards like Ash Catch'em///
my hats keeps the sun away like a cowboy thats Tex///
then throw it at you like Kung Lao slicin your neck



next weap: cel phone

I put a Yankee cap on ya and strut ya ass down ta Boston
It won't be 20 minutes till some latinos come accostin'
and while you mumble to a fake clown they hit ya in da brown
Who knew a pinstripe jersey would be your wedding gown?
ya tossed down to da ground like pedro on don zimmer
next to give your lady friend an old fashioned beantown rimmer
throw what's left of long beach in the lost and found
that bitch will know to never tread again in Boston now...

next weapon: bible

Jesus knows it and the devil must flee at his name
The devil lost the game and remains in hot flames
The same
I will ask God for revival
Body slam the devil with the words of the bible
The devil can't worry me
I grab the bible and give him surgery
Rhymes that preceed a nurcery
The devil hates it when I sing
Because singing was his thing
He led God's choir the liar
He beefed with the Lord then he retired his empire
I spit fire like scriptures of truth
The flatten the devil, the bible is all I gotta use


next weapon......rage!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rage Vs. The Machine... Beleive The Rage In Me...
Robocop Couldnt Take These Bullets.. Shit They Came From Me...
I Puttem To Sleep...
One Shot Will Take Out His Knees...
The Other Shot Will Blow His Chest Open Severe His Spleen...
They Cant Fuck Wit Me...
They Try To Fuss Wit Me...
But They Dont Really Want It... They Know The Guts In Me...
The Rage Make It Worse... So Im Pushin Hearst...
And They Dont See The Light No More.. They Were Put In The Dirt...
And They Dont Feel The Life No More... So I Blame It On The Rage...
They Wanna Throw Me In A Cage.. I Know I Gotta Change My Ways

i think rappers get caught up in the rhyme and forget they gotta leave a weapon.

I love writting short lyrics cause I hate to read myself
My weapon is a fork that I'll use as resort
To disrespect of any sort
I can't extort other rappers who actors but I'll attack ya
No weapons in da club so I stab ya
Now you suffer nostalgia


next weapon......vocabulary

VoCaBuLaRy......
 

a weapon that involves Vocabulary/
how extraordinary, i invision a turbulance across yo thread,with skillz that may vary//
i Demolish u and that little "PARA" u just posted/
crunchy and black is another Term for "Burned Toasted//
ashes scattered from the verbally, simutaneously,wordly and strangely ubiquious catastrophy/
a chance of you commin' back at me with a "VERSE" is not a probability//

Next Weapon: A Four Leaf Clover

wit dis leaf ill kill you like a irish
cuz dis is how it is wit a 4 leaf clova murda diss
got mah hair all red and freckles like im pissed
i consider u mah bitch cuz its mah ass u gon kiss
got dat lucky shit in mah hands so listen ta dis
im shove it down ya throat like nuttin but net swish
aight im gettin tired of dis bitch
so imma switch and see wut da next fool gon dish

no weapon again this always happens
I use a dirty tampon
Pull it straight out of Blu mami's mom
then replace it with a pipe bomb
Weapons cypher...name whose nicer sure I'll knife ya
Blu mami get smacked with a used diaper.

next weapon....a frisbee

i spit lyrics like a frisbee, hitting domes and splatter brains///
coming back to me even if you outta range///
it hit your head so hard, you think i threw a Bat-O-Rang!!!///
im that insane, leavin kats with broken noses///
and shut your yapper, like a dog jumping in the air with his snouser open


next _ harrier jet

I dare ya ta step,
Highjack a harrier jet,
Hate ur dog, fly at ur home,
jus ta bury ya pet;
Set fire to ya set,
And whats scarria yet,
I'll quit RB, chase down Ambitious,
and marry tha vet;

nex weapon - animal cracker

only J.C. himself can slay you in as many ways
i battled numerous rappers and ended their days
using words that cut i have peeled back thier waves
but choking you with animal crackers that's just crazed
eat one two man fuck i 'll just skip to muber nine
need some milk behind too bad now you dying
bit off more than you could chew on your back you lying
you rumble with the best call me the father of all lions
we r umbled in the jungle and i forced fed my prey to ya
you thought i was being nice til chest pains ran through ya.
couldnt keep up now your peeps say they used to know ya.
coroner's cause of death, his stomach went kablewya.

next weapon=pebbles(small rocks)

my pebbles are ill theyve learned to kill
chasin after michel rollin with my ill cycle
imma make this fly weight fuckin fly stright
he thinks hes great and straight
but he no never gunna b hot
sept to guys n there queer eyes
bitch i got ties to make pebble bombs
blow u up while ur wearing ur mothers thongs

wepon a cast

you got at me i'll get at you.

with broken bones and limbs i'll still beat down renegades.
packin heat under clothing. inside my cast got grenades.
we can go hand to hand and i'll open you fade with my cast.
no witnesses no nothing cause i stay with glock and mask.
keep michael out ya mouth like undercooked food at barbeques.
gay jokes is played out like former backstreet boys dudes.
kanye spit through wires and i murder rappers with broken limbs.
come this way one more time, catch the bottoms of my timbs.
doctor's orders say stay off your feet don't get to worked up.
but i'm leaving red on your shirt. taste it. it ain't ketchup.
fuck it. even in a full body cast you stance no chance.
like parapleglics will never get a shot to clap and dance.

next weapon=golf balls.

cuz fucka sword..fucka gun..fucka anything...my golf balls enough
cuz literally ill take action to the name and golf wit ya fuckin nuts
cuz ill kill this fag, chuck em, both the golf balls and him
cuz lets face it, ya see me and ya literally fuckin shit
cuz im deadly already.. and wit a ball in my hands it adds man
cuz.. look at the first word of each line..
...Deja Vu just like after i beat you, ima come back and beat u again

This dumb peice of shit didn't leave me a weapon,
scared I was gonna step him out and teach him a lession,
well damn, I got my bare hands and a mack truck
Slap him unconcious bend him over and let my vehicle fuck
Celestial now Road kill, bitch that's how I get my thrills
Hitchhikers and dyke bikers they can all go get dealed
You know what I'm talking about with death is what I mean
Ok so goto heaven and tell them the about last thing you seen
A psychopathic skitzophrenic energenic murdering dope fiend

Weapon: Bowling Ball

yo it feels so good 2 b back & u kno where i'm usually at
but its strange cuz wen i kill ppl i usually use my gatt
but i'll grab this bowlin ball & take ur mic
& hammer it into ur head like a fukin steel spike
quite like a charles but less manson
stick this ball in ur ass & hear u scream "UMM BOP" like u was part of hanson
take u hostage & leave a note 4 ransom
plz dont hate my style just cuz i'm so damn hansom


next weapon: toe nail clipping

sonny g, this is doomsday and i ain't playin
better get on ur knees, nymfo, and start the prayin
im comin in ur house with bad intent
u can't stop me, don't even try to repent
im a gremlin, so u know im a killer
i can get wild, and i don't even have to drink miller
see ur ass runnin like a billy goat
ill catch up, use my toenail clipping to cut ur throat
lodge it in their nice and tight
im too vicious son, don't even try to fight

next weapon:plunger

wait, why did it do that? the next weapon is a plunger

Bend you over and stick this plunger to your ass
Pumping and pumping I'm gonna suck out your last
Drop of blood and every organ like you got diaraeer
You're like a wetdream bitch, I'm your worse nightmare
Just a skeletons left now in a baggy flesh suit
Turn the plunger around fuck you like a prostitute
Collapse to the ground you got no energy left
I'm consuming your soul this is like life theif
(more like a poem???...)

Knives, Guns, Toe Nail Clippings(;)) Who needsem
Mah power rises up above the weapons ya seein
So i'ma stare at ya nice and long until ya start freakin
That's right, I ain't lookin away til ya lay down and die
Rippin down nikka's with only my eye

next weapon- prosthetic leg

Fuck wit me ya dead, i slice bread, like i slice ya head
then feed you when you hungry, your prosthetic legs
Young Black, clap a nigga jus so he can stay back
Heathens is my reason, for a nigga to stay strap
prosthetic legs i hit you wit, when it's time to kill you
walkin round like a midget, pigeon head, dead, when it's time to kill you
next weapon: club (golfer stick)

I'm the new "wave" on this site...I'm gunna ~cause a flood~/
u run ur mouth in my neighborhood u will get ~mauled wit clubs~/
or I could poison yo ass...wit liquid ~solvant quick~/
(liquid solvant...type of shit that cleans)
shove the putter up yo ass and call u ~golfer stick~/

next weapon:ash tray

ill kill you slow or the fast way/
fry you up and leave you in the ash tray/
i might even pick it up and damage you wit it/
you wont stand back up wit all the damage inflicted/
grab the tray by edge and trow it at your skull/
your gonna pass away cuz you dont die hard like steven seagull/



next weapon:cell phone charger

I take this cell charger and choke ya till your eyes come out//
What u think would happen, for talk'n shit, maybe now your figure it out//
I keep sqeeze'n till your body go's limp//
Attach your ass to a helium tank, blow your ass up like a fuk'n blimp//
Now you run'n around, try'n to catch your ass before it falls to the ground//
I creep into your room and night and repeat the prcess to your wife, but u dont' hear a sound//

oops forgot the weapon.
 

next weapon: a taco

Im like a taco, my lyrics'll choke you/
Im spicy with my flava/
But im a cool cat like the lettuce/
Next weapon will be cheddar/
Cause thats like your flows/
Greasy, cheesy, easy/
Where as mine is hard to emulate/
In a battle you just cant participate

Cheddar cheese.

Alright ace, just wait a-minut, Pace yourself
..Now face it.There's only one way the sinnister will take you out
with this razor..I get crazy
should slayed you as a baby n eate remains,
instant cravings Suddenly insane raw brains and split veins im sickning and wont change to this day i still snap mixa when he raps this way i gotta kill him shortly ,First ill take this cheddar and bash his head in Thenill pour some explosive gases in bottel cap with a lit match to his gasket as it catches laugh blow you to fragments sit back and blow the ashes

Next wepon: Teeter Toughter

Whats a teeter Toughter?


Never heard of it.

a see saw

a see saw?? Like seeing somthing twice?

ill chack your skull under my teeter Toughter,
then throw you off a bridge and let you bleed-in-water,
and while i beat-ya-daughter, she gunna need-her-father,
your nowhere around cause i agreed-to-slaughter,

Next Weapon : Potato Cannon

ill blow your face off with my potato cannon,
ill steal your bitch even though she smell like salmon,
ill cave her head inbetween the fuckin door,
yet the murderous intentions are cravin more

next weapon : Cemtex