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Id like to thank my family, my friends, the director/
and take this award and stab it into the sector/ of ur brain that keeps u sane, til u go insane/ and hang urself in chains/ the crowd goes in awe and gets all verbal/ while Richard Gere is yellin', he craps out that gerbil/ next weapon=gerbil |
fgee had it
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How many ways can I get u wit' a gerbil?//
Stick it in ya mouth and watch ya cheeks turn purple// I think that I'm ready for combat// Got what the Don's lack I need some real contact// Put it up ya ass how you gonna react?// Was about to put on Willard 'til I heard he was a rat// Duct tape up ya ass 'cause he try'na escape// It's scratching out ya rectum no time to deficate// Have it travel North then headin' back South// Eat ya inside and out then evade through ya mouth. Next Weapon: A pair of Air Force Ones |
fuck a mic a line a ryhme an a beat jus remember when u see me on tha street that on muh feet are those airforce heats//
lemme find u in tha streets ill stomp u into a bloody pile of meat// take a seat while i flo to this beat its sort of unique an when I spit it u cowards know that its me the other white boy... whos slinging heat//makin u faggots become meek thats what I seek a fuckin battle feat now the next line I speak gives u tha next weapon emcee its some concrete// |
i ram yo head into concrete, then stomp u with my feet,
just imagine runnin into a concrete wall yo brains would splatter, bones would shatter, wearin a helmet woudlnt matter, i throw a concrete block thru yo wind screen, die screamin like wakin up from a bad dream. next weapon: popscikle stick |
ill kill you wit a popsicle stick/
jam it so far downya throat you think you got a 2nd dick/ 1 by 1 own your throat and into ya blood stream/ haven you soo shook ya blood turnin from red to the color of cream/.... next weapon- a websters dictionary.......1 |
With the websters dictionary you end up in the cemetary
and for the crimes im about to commit im in the pennitentuary this nigga barely has to defeat you because these haters suck slice ya wrists to bits with folded pieces and paper cuts Im vain, im trained, my brain reppin illogical ill destroy your crew with every single word possible unstoppable like the mental of that kid on " smart guy" the next weapon imma choose is a computer Hard-Drive |
damn you guys and your computer parts for weapons
I'm in tha streets, where the fuck am I supposed ta get one I guess I'll take a trip to the public library take tha system apart and find this guy royalty royaly woop his ass then after that take the edge of the hard drive and slice his fuckin' neck. |
whats the next weapon
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blunt youve been here forever and you dont know how to play the weopon cypher...
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next weapon: an ore
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Reppin Tucson arizona to florida MI-AM-I
Beating you to death with and oar ...OR AM I? DAMN GUY? When this MAN RHYME hes yellin FUCK THE BEAT the next weapon imma use is the Kidneys of BLUNT EMCEE |
A Pair of kidneys, from the deceased body of a DUMB FUCK
tie some strings to these shits and defeat you wit some NUMCHUKKS so FUCK BLUNTS thinkin his inking could POP TRISTAN The PLOT THICKINS, Throw his ass in a pool of HOT CHICKEN Next Weapon = Hot Chicken Grease. |
lol ur a funny fucker dude
Ill take ur ass to KFC/ to throw u in some hot chicken grease/ til u burn and boil and give up ur lifes lease/ screamin "Help me, Please, please!"/ besides chicken is fattenin', u should eat a salad/ yo muthafucka pass the thousand island/ next weapon= thousand island sauce |
1000 islands, 1000 ways to die/
choke on this nasty shit, don't fuckin ask why looks like the shit that just dripped out/ of this fat bitches pussy who was asleep on my couch next weapon=fat bitches underwear |
life, aint all about a knife,
i stick around paint a saint picture of ur wife/ i stand for me and only me, i light a splif i take the walk of the blood, makin it a cliff culture, i spit my dimes, jamin this 9 in ur clunt i'll hit u across the face makin u dance like duck duck hunt u wanna throw ur weak rymes at me, i'll tell u take them back to the crapper, cuz u aint no rapper, u got a rubber dick, u use for a pen, and write ur wackO lines, about ur mamam pens dick viagina, i spill lthe chemical war-fare all over ur ass make it look like u pee'd acid// |
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someoen needs to learn how read directions. go back to school, idiot. read the instructions the weapon is still=fat bitches underwear |
steal ur moms underwear and stare,in disbelief eyes of the thief,but i got a job to complete can't miss a beat/
with surgeons gloves i carefully handle the briefs,don't want to catch a disease,they got stains on never cleaned,smell worse than a rotten meat scene/ catch my enemy unawares throw over his head underwears,inhalation of rancid stench followed by strangulation,make him suffer worse than his dad,he must b a brave muthafuka cos its gotta b the smelliest pussy anyones ever had/ finally i'd hang him from the ceiling with the bra,dead as a rat but not even a scar,ur final ridicule in ur final hour next weapon=a needle |
yo will a needle i will puncture yo skin and make u bleed,
a needle is like a herion addict's nessecity need, i'm a straight stab u in yo left eye, dont ask me why, in my possesion i'm carryin a small undectable weapon, glue it to the floor so what where u steppin next weapon: a stick on fire |
How many ways to die in this world? its infinite
number six hundred and seventy two, a stick wit fire on the end-of-it you the type to lie and say people are sayin-you-tight attemptin to take-lifes with an inflatable-mic next weapon: A .jpg file. |
open this file you got in the mail//
no mp3, just a jpg scary as hell. it's like "the ring", cause it scares you to death// stops ya heart in ya chest squeezes out ya last breath. what is it that killed you so quick? a pic of your mom suckin micheal jacksons big ol dick..... lmfao at this fuckin thread.... next weapon....boloney sandwich extra mayo |
yo with my 4 wk old sandwich,
i'm a make u eat it n make yo intestines start to twitch, start to throw up everything u just ate, now dont u just hate, gettin that moyo all across yo face when u get hit with baloney, fuck if u phoeny,then u gunna taste some mo foul shit homey. next weapon : yo head |
use my head like a hammer/
head butt ur face make u stammer/ 'p-p-p-p-please stop i aint done nothin'/ yellow bellied bastard aint got shit to bak it up so stop frontin/ lil cry baby go home b4 i skull fuck wit my other head in ya dome/ mush ur brains into liquid turn u retarded/ just finishin what u started u and earth now departed what the^^lol fuk knows next weapon-keys |
im openen ya soul wit lyrical KEYS/
and like lil kim all ma words are as big as QUEEN BEES/ i twist the keys left n right to put you into lock/ and leave ya ass up, on shelf like an unwanted toy in stock/ you can fuk wit me im to serious wit flow for you cant you see/ im old school your rhymes are shit and you a loser and a newbie/ next weapon- rake |
if you make a mistke, your lifes at stake
ill break your spine just cause youre fake an plug you in the stomach so hard with this rake til you puke up a lake of pizza and cake cut this HERB-with-a-rake so he'll turn-into-SHAKE cats be wack as fuck so im burnin-they-tape.... Weapon: Cuetip -1- Anon |
anonamous say'n shit like he's on top-a this.//
you nuttin(nothin') bitch, get that wax out ya ear.// hear this statement clear, I'll give-y'a hand stupid.// grab tha luminous cue-tip and u-hit.// stick that shit so far in tha side ya head ya brain' twitch.// next weapon: osama's turban |
only time ill battle is if you-and-I-wanna
put bin ladens turban on and be a suicide-bomba or i could aim an A-K just sittin-there-ripping next weapon to choose is some finger-nail-clippings |
i caught this playa blunt mc slippin, thats why im equippin//
myself with my rhymes, an some toenail clippins// like a comet, throw the shavings down his throat til he vomit// make his vision blurry like the picture with him on-it// of course im on top of this, you stupid bitch// i mean, hes the one rhymin cuetip with a brain twitch// as i pass the mic to the next mc in line// the next weapon is a say no to war sign.... -1- Anon |
"say no to war" sign, spray painted so it say "to war".//
just two words, 'cause yo, where I'm from if you ain't at war you ain't alive no more.// I'm all about crazy gang beatings defeatin' lame weak bitches who roll anonamous.// shit, this kid's too slow to follow this so I'll dumb it down a bit.// you..ain't..shit..to..me.. just a insulent pussy who when insulted cries an' runs to mommy.// so you want ta get beat with an anti war sign dunny,// I'll use the poll holdin' it an' make ya face real bloody.. next weapon: flaming bag of shit... |
flamin bag of shit
hit a blunt MC with a flamin bag of SHIT-QUICK//
cant be illa THAN-ME, i just wont PERMIT-IT// cause im ILLICIT-WITH-IT when i SPIT-SHIT// turn this blunt into a roach with ONE-HIT// ill COMIT, SHIT thats ILLEGITIMATE// you don WANT-IT, make you VOMIT, yesterdays SPIT// break you in half like saadam an a TREATY// this mothafucka need to learn to GRAFFITI... -1- Anon Next Weapon...... penis head |
graffiti.. ummm, I can graff, just not on a computer...
yo, this dick head's askin ta get murked real bad.// nigga, you deal that wack rhyme in hopes to connect a punch.// fuck, you must be blind, 'cause you dun missed every one.// so I'm-a launch my own assault at you.// whip you wit tha head of my penis ta give you a mushroom tattoo.// plus I buck a double barrel blast ta splat you too.// I had to do, that.. 'cause the only way you ever catch fame is as a murder victem on channel 8 news.// |
fuck it, simple an plain, you cant even flow-kid//
if you know the graff is weak, whyd you even show-it?// you got too caught up while i was makin ya head-spin// you forgot to give me a mothafuckin weapon// so i step-in, with an intention to stab him with a pencil// make him stand-still as i cut him like a stensil// Weapon: Squash -1- Anon |
dam'n that was the only decent spit I seen you come wit.//
must be in a good mood or somethin', it's like this faggit just got dick.// how long'd that verse take you to come up with.// bitch you pro'lly robbed it, or bought it so you wouldn't get caught.// so I'll tell you what, since you can't rhyme for shit an' you got no use in this word.// I'm step on ya head an' squash you like tha infestation you is.// next weapon: your mamma |
ayo blunt mc, you need to listen, heres my decision
ill force your moms to flash you an take away your vision 'you cant fuck with me.... im the one with a gun' aight so you might shoot me,(i doubt it) might even deck-me// 'wit, dick, with, word, is" but its all good cause your lines don even rhyme correctly// i spit directly, comin with tendencies// to infest-mcs take-their-cheese an straight break-their-knees// you steppin-to-me, is funny as fuck// like sayin when i bust youll have a chance to duck..... -1- Anon Just quit.... |
whats the next weapon dick head
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youre right...
use a Mop -1- |
fuk the mop il use ma coc because u mum knows how it feels like a rock.
il mop the floor with u little bitch thats for tryin to take on a lyrical genius |
I'll kindly disregard pudsy as he ran off with his weapon
But who's this bitin mc? twas my monicker first, it's my possession! Don't want to have to session you, learn yr lesson no messin drop yr name, done enough damage already, prolly already soiled my good name Don't usually like to txt battle but unless you give way we gonna have to I'll put it plain Anonomous mc, drop yr nametag or get the mods to ban you, damn you, fuck you, ask the peeps on this thread if i can son you, and since i made this thread and it's so pop it seems someone's jus done you. I started this thread and already got banned once so had to change my alias. Now this biter's gonna get people confused and he's shit too, so he's gotta go! I'll battle you on here anon mc or I'll battle you in the battle arena, but meanwhile, even though it's seen as freeposting, what does everyone else think, who gets to keep their name. Mc or 1? Hurt me. Next weapon=a samsonite suitcase |
you had the name since february, accordin to your story. i been holdin down this name for a few years now dogg...
Anon you askin mothafuckas who gets to hold a name an all that mess. think i give a fuck what yal say... what im sayin is im not about to change my name an shit cause some clown online has a simmilar one |
a samsonite suitcase id fill wit c4
load it sit it next to ur front door// blow the molding completely destroy the floor im mental mind for dustruction murder and much more// im tore between war mass corruption ull endure u like he speakin obscure get to the next weapon time to procure/ so ill make it interestin get it in ur mind be nesting have u wrestlin wit ur sternum// next weapon a set of tweezers |
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