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I'ma kill lathargic with my murderous feather duster
I'll tickle his tounsils until he dies from a gut buster Choke Motha Fucka!! I'll stick another feather in ya ear Just So u'll have a clean mind be4 ya spirit leaves here U see Queer, my feather duster merked u so clean It dusted ya rusty ass and left nothin but ya Jeans Next weapon: A Calculator |
I come original, usin my pad instead of a knife/
Keep pushin my buttons and I'm subtractin your life/ Cut your losses, before you see your votes subside/ And your throat divide, as my wins start to multiply/ Sulk and cry, I'll rape this guy till there's nothin left/ Let me check, MerKuRy versus Lethargic = MerKuRy's death/ next - skittles |
Here's a riddle..How can I merk Lethargic wit Skittles?
I'll use all colors of the rainbow, Make Pain Go, Str8 through his nipples.. And leave ya crippled, I'll flick little skittles in ya eye Cover em in Poison, & watch ya retina Fry Better yet I'll take a whole bag and shove it down ya throat Have U Pukin out all ya organs until the ground matches the rainbow Next weapon: Skin Lotion |
aye yo ill take that skin lotion & use it on my dick/
make myself cum mulitiple times & save it/ in a milk carton u frown cuz it taste like fluid shit/ millions of herbals sperm eatin ya insides devourin ya ribs/ infectin ure colon till its plugged up & jacked/ gettin wacked, and ure breath coudn be helped by tacs/ its like ebola but in the form of semen/ bleedin out every orphasis white sticky substance gleamin/ more cum in ya stomach than a fag in his wildest fantasies/ i dictate like socrates mixed wit bad emcees/ red ure corpse is layin dead motionless/ so much diesease in ure body ud leave the ocean-a-mess/ next weapon: anal pubic hair |
got that's sick, i'll use my anal hair that wraps round my dick/
and strip it off with a razor, tape it togetha until it forms a good wad/ then strap it round herbals face uh, so he culd taste the shit of a god/ still goin flowin till the all knowin, now my pubes are gettin jealous/ and there selfish, this time i'll shove em in u'r mouth until it's like chewin shellfish/ this nigga be liein spittin up so much he be makein bulimics start cryin/ my next weapon was betta, so whoeva droppin take hold/ and let this nigga's heartstop in silence until maggots break out the mold/ weapon next=sean john glasses |
i stab ya eyes wit the shrads of glasses, so ya cant see/
its so disgusting, like a vannila ice collab with like lumidee// i leave you decimated on the floor, all ya see is the black of cap*/ your style is wack, jus like....... p diddys home-written raps// yous now a young..... 'bad boy' thinkin ya 'BIG' 'for life'// stab you with the glasses frame, the substitute of a lost knife// next weapon:sulphuric acid |
Based on a nonmetallic element..This is irrelevant...
the ingredient..... in gun powder... with enough power in my ryme to knock over elephants. The friction in my jaws ...Pause.... Like a match stick outdoors... I could blow out.....Your chest....and damage your frame.. Ignite blue flames hot enough to dis assemble your game... Like knockin down towers with two planes...No Shame.. Im like Osama with adidas and fades... In the escalade...... with enough sulfuric acid to take out the macys parade.. next - spongebob square pants lunch box |
next weapon:
A sponge bob square pants lunch box |
before i spit, ill say "im ready" for spongebob homage
then ill whip ya wit the handle string, i know you love male bondage now say your prayers... you refuse? ill have to smack your face i wont feed you the lunch inside, coz kid, you didnt say your grace before i finish you off, ill choke you with the handle hell you really do love pain from guys, your penis raised in angle a napkin |
ill smack you with a napkin..across ya face..
Rubbing it in against ya skin..like im trying to erase.. Cover your mouth with it...tightly holding there.. As i listen to you..fight for some air.. Then i jam it down ya throat..to clog ya air tube.. Laugh as you fall over and croak..another dead newb.. next weapon-- A Bolt |
i see u step in the door............ my angers grows/
i prepare for a fight an rip the bolts from doors// i reach up grab some lighting an throw but dem at you/ an i never stop striking until i see evidence of black and blue// 3 more lines, two more times, eiyh the bolt u gettin stabbed/ i nickname it micheal jackson, for the way it harrass// next weapons: a glacier of ice |
God dammit.....
I'll pick up that glacier of ice.... I SWEAR ON MY DAUGHTER ! ! ! Bang it against my building to small pieces..... So you can go get me a glass of water. smash it over your head. Rip the meat hangin off and slap it between 2 pieces of bread.. I dont want it so I'll make you eat it instead... Slide every crumb of ice in your ass before they melt... til you blow up and dead... Next weapon: two fuckin minutes |
1 second.. walkin up to the plate
2 seconds.. i hurt you bad, have you injured at second 8 3 seconds.. broke your face, you look worse than before now ill catch my breath for second 4 so i can rhyme some more 5 seconds.. im countin on my left hand; my right ones beatin you 6 seconds.. there goes the other, now my mouths lines are eatin you 7 seconds.. broke every bone, i see you askin "how?" 8 seconds.. well didnt i jus say you'd be beat by now? 9 seconds.. battles over, kid you dead, i can sit back 10 seconds to the end? take a pic, this moment's a kodack a highlighter |
dont fight me, ill light ya up covered in highlitas
aint a rhyme bita, but i gotta make ya eyes brighta wuts betta than discoloring this rappa d-verse rappas rehearse in free verse to battle my 3 words ur knees hurt, cuz u quiver when u see these colors so bright, u on LSD? shiverin' while u see green flowers... next weapon: morning wood.... haha |
ay yo
de3ps 'next weapon' aint hard to replace as I slap my wood cross his fucked up face when i spit this shit he's gonna feel me reap but he only chose wood cause he likes it de3p he's new to RB and so am I so ima fuckin' kill him by fuckin' his eye as i 'submit reply' Next weapon: A fan. |
yo i got this fan, like i'm a fuckin chinese-man/
it's sharp as fuck, ya culdn't even-hold it with nineteen-hands/ so let me take this fan, and slice ya spitefulness-out/ the mind of this house, my rhymes are blindin dis-out/ bullshittin but stayin high as a fuckin fly-mouse/ i'll cut out ya heart real quic, and have a barb-acue/ with no need to be shy, even yamoms is part of the stew/ next weapon=wheelchair |
I'll roll down a hill on the back of a wheeelchair like a little kid....
You didnt see me ran you over before I pass you take a shit... At 90 miles an hour that could hurt a bit... Slap the breaks on and slap you silly with my dick... ooops broke your neck when I did it.. didnt know I hit it...That hard when Im spittin... Anything can happen but I always end up winning... And if you end up living you'll end up sitting.. in that wheelchair you left as the next weapon... Next weapon: One dead ant |
ay yo
you want me to kill you with 1 dead ant thats a stupid weapon .. i just cant so ima change the 'next weapon' that'll leave you lyin in heaven its called a mother fuckin whip... what i used on your moms clit ill whip ya 'blind' and 'krush' ya rhymes *CRACK CRACK* you betta believe me this time Just cause this my second post dont mean i cant spit it so ima leave the next cat with a bong to hit it Next weapon: Bong. |
The bong goes straight to your head...
When I smash it so hard you end up brain dead.. Enough said by that its over.. the after effects of death gotchu twitching... I can kill you with anything..1 dead ant. Air. Or a handful of nothing. Spittin and punching...stomp your head and hear it crunching. Look around and hit you with something... Roll you in a carpet and look for somewhere to dump it.. Fuckit...I love this shit.... Next weapon: A dingleberry with a hair stuck in it... |
ay yo
fuck your dingleberry with a hair on it ima fuck you up with my words i spit my rhymes leave ya blind like black ink in your eye when MC's see your 'next weapon' they *sigh* leave you wonderin ..................... why? your shit aint ill .. its far from the truth now the next cat kill me with a baby ruth |
Im trying to make it difficult to kill a nigguh...
But spiteful ethics so pathetic he cant get poetic enough. I'll damn near kill em with a bluff... A baby ruth will do and anything else I could stuff.. Jam and pack it in his mouth so I can muffle.. The tip of ma 45 so you dont hear the shots go off... just the shuffles and skuffle of adidas during the hustle.. I gotta leave just the obvious for the weak emcees... And ethic can breathe with ease cause I'll leave 2 uzi's.... Little kids watchin too much movies.. Wouldn't really know what to do if they had Uzi's to pull on me... Next weapon: UZI |
sum one gave me an uzi! niggaz hit the deck/
wait dont even move i'll drop ya wit the mek/ empty a clip just to fill krushblinds nipple/ shoot his stomache and it only causes a ripple/ when im outta bullets i wip da shit out ya face and legs/ crush you hader with my spit than with a full keg/ bitch forgot who you fuckin wit a killah emcee like me/ this gonna turn to a catastrophie as i blast this emcee/ take off his limbs and leave his insides for last/ put holes all in 'em wit a single blast/ gonna need a cast, full o' body plast to save ya ass/ ya mass wieghs too much to dump ya body/ so i leave tha remains for an old bums potty/ fuck the uzi i get my shotty and unload sum shells/ afta i hit ya crew there will be two hells/ next weapon:a phone |
cordless touch tone or cellular wireless
beat you with it like I'm tireless jam the antenna in your eye with force of course, all sorts of way's to kill you with the comunicator ruin you haters, get fucked with the phone any taker's? get electrically burned like the hands of bakers wrap the cord around your juggular, usin the favorite possession of the popular who needs a ruger, when you got a phone blow your eardrums out with the dial tone leave your head ringin like a xylaphone dang.... next weznepon_ a window screen |
ill grab ya head and smash it through the window screen..
Just bash...and crash..ya face into it, cause im mean.. Rub ya face into it...till it slices off all of ya skin.. Having ya looking like a zombie...saying "not again".. Keep grinding ya face....against the screen and wires.. Then let ya head go and ya fall dead cause my hand got tired.. next weapon-- a Teddy Bear |
Wheres the next weapon?...Oh well
I'll use Coffin...its commonly offen that jaws are droppin ))(( When I drop on it...cops even say DAM an the laws stoppin ))(( Speed by poppin hollows out the windows of the hearst front ))(( The merked grunt when their hearts stop...this ain't a stunt ))(( When Im countin Coffins...its usually the many mcs beatin by one blow ))(( Drivin by ya Honda leavin the hearst rear open droppin John Does ))(( Next Weapon: Binoculars |
i spy this fly by called fortyounce wit bifocals
burn this bug, when i magnify wit my vocals like bright opals, u see em glimmer and shine "ahh its too bright!" i hear u whimper and whine bitches go blind when i spy with binoculars in fact, ill use these eyes to sight u when im poppin ya. rhymes droppin ya, converted to bright beams come fast and blast u like beams of lightning its frightening , u hear it and fear it like u saw my ghost but shinin it bright and spreadin the light is all i know... next weapon: spraycan |
spray shit in ya eyes to blind little guys/
let the chemicals eat you and leave ya for tha flys/ whip the can at ya stomache, make you choke on tha cap/ while you blind and cant see i take my gun and you get clapped/ tag ya remains with blue, red and white paint/ when you layin in the dirt ya fumes make me faint/ i get back up and stop the shit out ya face/ nuthin left that the cops cant use to trace/ next weapon:a button (lol) |
How can a wussy be rough ,"C" doesnt know shit-
force chalk down his throat as he's chuggin it/ I aint got time 4 half ass rappers like him- havin chalk stab up his face and 2nd placin him/ Im tied of u kid Im someone u want 2 be- P.S. fuck u and the bitch thats under me? Weapon: an Adz |
for now i only have one goal
to take you down with nothing but a motherfucking pole then dump you in the nearest hole thats wut you get when you fuck with someone with no soul thats why i have no self control cause i loving doing this shyt solo Next weapon: needle ***edit: ah shit i thought the next weapon was pole.. oh well |
mah battle skills stay on point and sharp like im a verbal "needle"
tha foo thas right above me is from a land down below sea level im leavin dude batterd and bruised tied up in a pouch on a kangaroo if u was that nigga stuk down there what would u do? fuk all yaw niggas but mainly u--when i say u i mean tha bitch thas under me foo... next weapon: kool-aid |
i can kill with anything...even a fuckin shoe/
take out the lace and strangle the shit out you/ sucker punch you and make you chew on the tongue of da AND 1/ lay you on the ground and an ant crawls on you...the ANT WON!/ i gag your fuckin throat and leave you breathless in the gutter/ you surviin is like gettin a picture with a closed shutter/ next weapon:pop can |
i call my boy lenny cravitz because jimi hendrix is dead,
this crazy dude come round an smash a guitar ova ya hed/ the so much blood an shit, i cant see nothin but one thing, this silver thing shining, through the comotion, a guitar string/ now i kno lenny dont hit hard, so i take the string to ya like cheese, an cut every portion of your body up, so ur unrecognizale, from over the knees/ next weapon:A evil curse |
I.m gonna take a pole and whack you in the face
than gonna rip you a new hole, and fill it up with mace if that pole still not bloody, than I.ll go full-out almost crazy Shove it down ya throat hoping that you.d choke It.d feel to you like that dick you suck and stroke I hope that pole be made of lead, cuz it.d be easier to get it through ya head Lots of bllod I.d bet you shed, cause now you fucking dead Next weapon.. a pair of sunglasses |
Infact son, i got this carbon scratin to give me satisfaction..
As a distraction so i can crack some an get this verse into action... I fragment this lead up yo ass so you can drop heavy shit.. these demented lyrics leave you wishin u had some clever wit... I inject this pencil lead so deep in ya head.. It goes thru to the bed leavin you dead... next wepon....Obetrise's ass cheeks!!! |
put ur face between the cheeks, wit ur nose in the crack/
kick u in the stomach, have u suckin shit out of that/ no longer breathin air, and u can only talk shit/ ur lucky im not allowed to kill u wit his black ass dick/ have eat the salad, fuck tossin that bitch/ suffocattin from deep throatin a 10 inch shit/ the next weapon is... The Professor, that white boy from And1, and its not a ball or a shoe, its the actuall person.... |
Come battle me...I wont even use a pencil with lead ))((
I'll call my homie Professor to dribble the ball off your head ))(( Call on the feds...you can't use that ass a deadly weapon ))(( My homies white...they pickem up...only to bring'em to the car he left in ))(( We smoke some sess man...the officer said he'd even provied the discount ))(( Now me an the Professor are smokin tax free blunts...how does that sound ))(( EDIT****My bad...forgot the next weapon Next Weapon: Digital Camera |
I'll gash ya with a camera showin off my stamina never stop'n cause I can't stand ya
I plan ta grab the digy afta I took pictures of your girl when I kid napped ha the films like a neuce and I kill make ya squeal like a goose, or pig I'll get rid of you phony's faster than all dig, grab the bottle let's all swig to cellebrate the disembowelment I comitted with my picture taker stab hols in your head with it and shake ya brains out like a salt shaker I pull out the lense, slice you at all ends then stick in in your veins like a syringe get the buttons and shove um up your ear, then go back to your house and drink your beer next: my dick not yours, sorry |
chameleon dick so small ya shocked wen seein it an ya brain relapse/
with such a 'small subject' i've been given, im brutal with it causin heart attacks/ but on some real shit though, if his dick was big, he giv ya some deep throat/ an keep it in their so long, you eventually, go blue~pass out an choke/ i take back all the hate im expressin, with a weapon so shit, that it cause depression/ so i'ma let the next get hav a gift. a weapon of so much power, it bring about no messin/ next weapon=gods hand |
my bad on the whole breakin the rules thing indeed.....
iron spiked gloves? that shits too easy,one shot'll leave ya wheezing/ discontinue breathing, and puncture ya spleen/ matter of fact, i'll take the spikes off and beat u with fists/ kill u with ease, but keep punchin till i break my wrists/ battle myself so i can meet u in the afterlife and be like, "guess what, its Me Again bitch/ you'll bleed again quick, ya corpse'll lie twice as deep like in a 12 foot ditch/... kinda nurserrhymish...whaatever.. next weapon: infusion bball |
I stick that infusion ball up your ass half way in..
So half is stickin out and half is stickin in and then... Kick you in the stomach so it pops out and then I stick it in again. Keep this going from a.m. til about a quarter pass 10....p.m. Til Im tired of pushin it in. And your assholes torn all the way to where your balls end.. And the blows to the abdomen bruise your intestines. Make it difficult for a nigguh to digest anything.. Scared to death to even eat collect spit and end up swallowing. Cause anything processed your butt'll drop in blood clots.. Don't get it confused this aint no 7 day theory like TuPac I fuck bitches up like 2 cocks and nigguhs fear me like 2 gloks.. I'll tighten your ass up like tube socks Gotchu grinding your teeth at punchlines like smokin crack rocks.. Consider this a bitch slap if you talk back.... Next weapon: 1 sock and 3 D batteries.... |
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