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when I stepped to the mic some of y'all mistook me for our Lord...
my furry Woodland creature will hit ya kinda like a wookie from Star Wars... rookiez with barz tore into the slit within' the clit of ya wife... you get slit with a knife by my special form of indiginous life... my pets will stop beatin' you when ya slutty mom comez... for the person after me the weaponz a bloody condom... next weapon-a bloody rubba |
WEAPON:LB MEAT
i astound kats that wanna battle me, because im bound to be/// over the bound-ary the most under-ground MC/// leavin you ,more bloody than a pound of meat, hung out on a bal-cony/// askin "Grade A" pussy to make out with me/// if they dont, i just bash their name and call them a hooker/// and say her pussy smelled like tuna, that dont go well with this butcher/// if shes fresh meat, ill beat it, cook the beef, then say, it was a hell of a date/// if not,ill cut her, "Rap" her up, then sell her by weight/// i cant get enough food on my plate, ill have you tryin to get outta my way like a hostage thinks/// show up at your office, stab your meat through your pockets and turn you to sausage links weapon: bloody rubba |
Yo, i'll erase you from the equation with a bloody rubba...
better yet, maybe i'll slip one on my erection n fuck ya mother... from one bitch to another, handing out HIV on demand... man, why can't you stick to fuckin masturbatin wid your hand? one thing i can't stand, a bitch with an attitude of a missfit... i'll use this bloody rubba, n spit on it, so you can kiss it... cos theres no way i'm getting netted up, in those fish lips... like Obie n Em said, suck this in the hit DRIPS... Weapon...: Catalatyic converter. |
this geek left me a muthafuckin catalytic converta,
set it 2 bullshit, aim it, an hope this bitch hurts ya, u turn to ya sig, even DIZZY burts out ina fita lafta, u reappear in shame when i nudge it up 2 "wack rappa", *style switch*...*beat speeds up* *bleep*now its a gun, cover it honey so it's easy to eat it, shuvit down to ya gut so hard u end up sleepin wit jesus, nxt wep...dolla bill |
bust out a 20 to pay a hooker, then i rape the slut///
place it under her chin, then give her neck a paper-cut/// when i attack, i go max and i kill/// replace your socket, with the eye on the back of the bill/// fuck money, im rich, and you knew this/// im the rap Anubis slappin 50 cent into 2 bits// then glue stick, the change to the sidewalk// then u hear a guy talk, "help, i hurt my back, its an EMERGENCY!!!" what happened? "i bent over and got fucked up by currency"/// |
this fool didnt even leave me a fuckin weapon
he must of left his knife unwritten so ill take the blade he meant to leave and stab it into his body right of his left sleave hittin his heart, a vidal organ felt no guilt for the death, cause i was fucked up on captian morgan took one too many swigs of the handle... of the knife i held taggin his chest with my name like a vandal WOOPS posted twice ignore |
this fool didnt even leave me a fuckin weapon
he must of left his knife unwritten so ill take the blade he meant to leave and stab it into his body right of his left sleave hittin his heart, a vidal organ felt no guilt for the death, cause i was fucked up on captian morgan took one too many swigs of the handle... of the knife i held taggin his chest with my name like a vandal next weapon: computer monitor |
computer monitors can be deeadly too
i could battle you on the internet and hire somebody else to kill you too but other than that I can lift it over ya head and slam it down until I see Red ANd when I see red I'm not stoppin Then I'ma plug it in just to see whats poppin Next : A book (This should be intresting.....) |
A Book?
if this was a brawl in highschool, you'll be the one to get schooled on/
ill cause brain damage to ya head with a text book, blood all over the Neon// cover....young nov.....is just a brother with a nursery rhyme skill/ u couldn't kill me wit that,even if in real life we spittin' in a open Mic Battle Field// but look i done killed ya wit a book, seriously young nov ya done/ next weapon i pull out will be the sword of a SHOGUN// Weapon: Sword of a ShoGUN |
no man, not Hulk Hogan or Conan//
can handle the slicing pressure of a Sword from a Shogun// after its half in your skull, your eyes see the blade, and on the side theres a slogan// "this weapon with devour any opponent, ninja, samurai, and even the Ronin's/// japanese death tools, people dont want no more of this drama/// cause ill have my lyrics rip a fuckin Matrix 2 stlye, Morphues Katana NEXT WEAP:: keyboard and mouse |
ill blow up ya house
i dont know how but ill use my keyboard and mouse set ya fface on fire pop ya bitches tire ill string ya up a tre hire and hire stick ya ass in a babys brire grab the keyboard hit enter ta detonate peece out nigga r. i . p. late next wep da psa glock |
Yo look at the heat,
murderin bitches from across the street, contains so much hotness it burn ya feet, pop holes in a muthafucka make you spring a leak, bust tha glock so many times it makes a phat beat, it something you cant controle, lay homies on tha ground filled wit holes, takes one bullet to kill two birds wit one stone, tha PSA kills hatas and takes soles. Next weapon: Lego's |
Building blocks of the future
make guns that will not shoot ya but when words start attack like legos leave holes in ya back. niggas call me tycoooooooooooo the way i rip niggas and go. break ya down into pieces chop you up like broken speeches leave ya mid blown on the wall like legos on boards they won't fall cause bit by bit what keep ya there you play with the wrong one. aint fair. my flow is deadly when swallowed. stopped your heart but then throttled keep away from small kids and dump folks or die methodically like slow polks. but do what you do and heed my words. or MC will blow ya cap back and leave brains for birds. Necxt weapon: birds feather |
ima pluck u, fuck u, leave u in the dirt with the worms/
ur just liek janet jackson tits, u ain't firm. i will kill u with a birds feather/ take ur skin like cows skin and use it for leather. i cna cut u up and split u in half/ u cna't put up a battle, u like a comedian, u make me laugh. i can kill u with and device/ i cna use a gun, u be 100 meters away i hit u in the balls and be precise. uz got no freinds u hang with mice/ watching all the gangsta's chillen and playing dice. u so poor u cna't afford rice/ before u reply and act tuff u betta think twice. next weapon: cd |
Fuck Glock, I could kill you with MJ's CD...
Turn on that Bullshit, Ill make ya Ears Bleed... Play for 2 minutes, And skip to track Four... Imma Have your Pussy Crying out the Door... Wait thats not even the end... Chuck the Disk at your head, Not a Minute to Fend... Next Weapon: A dead Cop |
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