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Nah...Thats Ok..I'll take the mic to...
Stick it in the hole I piss through....testin testin one two.... So when I fuck your moms in the ass my rymes come out tight... You been wanting to grab the mic.. But when you spit...Your breath smells like shit... and You complain what my dick taste like... But your shit just dont sound right.... You Tap the microphone... Your rymes might sound right when you alone.. But when your in front of a group of people.. I slap you with the mic... You fuckin with grown folks watcha tone... Next Weapon... Dental Floss -Axe * * * * There was some cat before me that left a Mic as next weapon but also left the option to pick whatever weapon * * * * I guess he got his ass deleted...Anyway, this post/comeback was intended for him...Whoever he was... |
Comin after all of you, with the deadliest weapon in this rap shit
A new tactic, as I attack you fuckers with maxximum's wackness Drastic lack of skill, that'll have kids screamin and scowlin As I force you to read one of his verses, and decrease your talent Now what?! How many rounds do you bitches wanna go? Left with a broke nose, as I run you into his structure with no flow Oh no! Here he comes again, talkin shit like he's bad and big Shit, I'll use that, and make you laugh at the merk list in his sig Next Weapon: Knowledge EDIT: Sorry Krush, musta started typin right before you posted. |
If knowledge is power....
Then I'm the strongest there is and will be mightiest with this pen, swords can't kill me Imaginin' your death, and it comes to fruition Deliver a paper cut, thanks to a College tuition A barrage of thoughts you can't grasp or grapple Kill you wit words you couldn't spell in Scrabble Oh shit...next weapon: A blender |
I'll I'll.... I'll Smash the glass over your head...
run the blades on chop against the side of your face til you dead. Death by blender........ or surrender... the meat in slabs hangin off your face nice and tender... I'll push and grind til I hear bone crack.. Get the blades jammed up when I come out yer back.. I take the Splinters from your jaw piece and carve em to nik naks. Smash the rest of your head imprinted with timb traks.. carried out in a body sack. blender and boi with nothin left intact.. Next Weapon... Credit Card -Axe |
Terrible violence, I love it, so I'm about the let it start//
When I order tons of painful death weapons with a credit card// Sharpen the edges, start with the shredding of parts of your head 'n.....// Make this Visa officially a registered weapon// Get mad and carve your chest out, slash ya heart// Fuck a gun or knife, I'm taking your life with my Master Card// Next weapon: Viagra |
ill pop-open..the can of viagra and laugh..
so ya wife stops-mopen..make ya take'em fast... Shove the rest of the pills...down ya throat without care.. Making ya dick go pop..like a balloon with too much air.. Then bash ya over the head with the empty bottle.. and listen to you choke on the pills cause too many ya gobbled.. next weapon-- A Screw |
i dont need bats or chains im usin a screw/
hittin ya with it till ya face is blue/ twistin it to ya skull like a half frankenstein/ runnin to the cops.. you wouldnt make it in time/ u wear rolled on with a lil metal shred/ cuz next time i'll use the springs from a bed/ lol wack but w/e next weapon : computer speaker |
Ill wrap the cord...around ya neck, so ya choke...
swing the speakers around...you think this is a joke?... Laugh as it gets tighter..around your neck... Dont be a fighter..cause ya death is next... And do i got to say this...any sweeter?.. Cause i killed you with one hit with the speaker.. Next weapon-- Milk |
1 percent 2 percent skim or even whole...
I'll take about 9 gallons of that shit and funnel it down your asshole... With your mouth taped shut.. Plugged with your own fingers up your butt... Kick you dead in the gutt.... and whatever leaks out undo the tape and feed it to you in a cup... Hit you so hard in the chest with a bat... The milk squeezes out thru the pores in your back.... Get smack for talking smack. Learn to shut your trap or with duct tape I'll do that. Be the fuck careful or get your ass kill't End up with so many bones broke you be like,,,,,, * * * * GOT MILK * * * * Next weapon: A head lock..... |
put u in a head lock
now u startin 2 pop lock i cracked youre neck till youre spine pops. im spinnin ya head like it was a pop top. in a fight a head lock is what gets it poppin squeeze 2 tight eyes r startin to see the light who knows if i'll let go cuz i want u to die 2nite next weapon: brass knuckles |
this bitch forgot to leave me something to kill him with/
well forget it, it doesnt matter ill use my fist/ this bitch tries to hit with brass knuckles, but missed/ for that bitch, ur on the top of my list/ expect to get murdered by a cold blood(murderer)/ cops finda body lying in cold mud/ i lerk to merk, to kill herbs/ i'll leave this next bitch with some crazed birds/ weapon:crazed birds |
wait til its pitch black, release the birds like hitchcock
dont matter if your shits cocked these birds will murk your whole block i'll stand on the corner with a devilish grin orderin them to pick your eyes out spit'm back up and do it again im a murderous man livin in sin the next weapon is a muthafukin sharks fin next weapon: sharks fin |
Mad gangsta playa g's in 'DA' house son
Ur talking about killing people with a 'Sharks fin' The whole concept of net battling leaves me laughing I'm typing franticly and screaming MURDDDDDDDAHHH i'm 'Da Illezt' at texting, 'Wit' hot flows 'dat' burnt ya my fingers are clasped in the westside symbol watching these 13 yr thugs popping fat red pimples I kill big gangstas and leave their carkess smokin i'm a real rapper, killing foo's when my voice aint broken Now the next big THUG can kill sumone with determination |
_thug_
im watchin u slowly walkin down the street you dont see me, im very quiet on my feet i walk real slow, and now you can tell im near i keep walkin tho, driven by the smell of your fear i walk right by, and whisper somethin in your ear you try to run, but the answers very clear ill chase you down later when my boys get here NEXT WEAPON: A SWITCHBLADE |
You aint neva seen anything like this...
Now Im pissed.. im hafta dismiss you with a deathkiss, pass the fuckin blade.. you got me enraged.. I'll slice up your booty and spray it down wit RAID. Your skills are weak n your rhymes are jaded It's like me...blind after tha hundreth time i masturbated. NEXT WEAPON: LIGHT SABER |
I'll hit you in the head with my pole 7 times..ll
leaving kids like 'domonose' falling in lines..ll Leaving ya a$$ to face a death...ll But the best hasen't come yet...ll after this theres nothing left..lll Next wepon-Your car |
nigga i'll throw u like a dart//
hop in my car and take it off PARK// rush to da scene, have my wheels crushin ya splein// now my rims have to be recleaned// when ya down and bleeding guess who my wheels aim for?// YOU! put a rock on the accelerator and jump out da door// nex weapon=paper clip |
EDIT: ^ Sorry you must have posted when I was typing.
Ill get in my car...and start the engine... Cause death...is what im sendin... shut the door, and put the petal to the floor.. I hit you....and leave ya laying there all sore.. Put it in reverse...and let the tires run over ya head... Hear ya bones crunch, then leave ya laying there dead... next weapon-- A FootBall |
aiight... i used the football and shook y'all
put u on the gridiron, sauteed dick and cooked balls rooks fall like im a king playin a chess game ombre wit a nombre de3p, the best name the rest came and i took em down one by one got cruel and murderous so i say "run boy run..." next weapon: trauma |
Cutastraphe didn't leave a damn weapon so i guess he's a herb..
I'll make him smoke so much of his shit he'll dissapear like a blurb.. Trapped in verbs he's wacker than herbs damn he's a net-nerd.. Trying to rhyme like birds lacking in vocab this mans obsurd.. Just a lyrical splurge, i mean check the battle he's disturbed.. I killed ya wit no weapons cuz i fucking killed ya wit words.... ...Next Weapon..Picture Frame... *edited Rhyming to Rhyme* |
I'll slam the picture frame on the floor, shatter the glass
Take the shattered pieces, slice a-part your ass Slit your wrists deep in the shape of an plus sign Decapitate your head like rippin my punch line The frame ill heat up and jab it in your eye Torture your body like midevil times leavin u wantin to die next weapon - piece of paper |
This cats left me a piece-of-paper..
Cut you so much i'll deface-ya.. Bleedin so much u'll meet-ya-maker.. Roll it up wit weed adding a poison-lacer.. Make you smoke this chaser leavin you infected.. Screamin in pain cuz paper ash is wat i injected.. ...next weapon..Fire Hydrant... |
Ill bash ya head...right against the hydrant..
So you bleed red..and you look just like-it.. Keeping hitten ya head off..and i dont-stop.. Push your head against it...and it wont-pop.. Press harder...and i hear ya skull crack next.. Bash ya ahead open..and dont stop, giving ya death.. Next Weapon-- A Bench |
Yo, I'll beat your ass and smack your face against a bench
Unscrewed with a single wrench, Leavin you lookin' like a cars with a thousand dents then uppercut you with crowbars till you're crippled to death like gettin shot 9 times as if you were 50 Cent worse than hoes at lap dances gettin their asses bent Fuck that, I'd rather walk away from your corpse leavin' blood stains rest against your neck Hmm... what should the next weapon be... might've done this but... Next Weapon - Mic |
I'll just beat the living shit out of you for leaving no weapon.
Make moves on your ass that resemble tekken. You must be mistaken when you awaken And realize even with no weapon you wont walk away limping.. you wont walk away at all.... The bigger you are the harder you fall.... Its like last call....And I missed my weapon... I take your moms life, your dads and keep on taking.... After death got em shaking....When alive got em flinching.. Next weapon: Put your two fingers together and start pinching.... |
Wat the fuck.. this fag wants me to pinch-him..
Fuck a duck.. fast elevating.. ha ha he's just inching.. Got people flinching..ahh this dude's fuckin crazy.. This pinchin got you wincing an cryin like a baby.. I got thinkin it's shady.. but i ripped out ya eyes.. I pinched off ya skin an now your infested wit flies.. ...next weapon..Herbish Rappers |
dude i told u u was wack but o well
yo its tha kidde k-i double/ but no its not kiss/ walked to tha kitchen and split ur kids/ charged at ur gurl and split her wig/ choppin off limbs wit my blunt butcher knife/ gotta get dinner ready ur moms coming home round nine/ gotta feed her ur arm / and ur pops ur heart/ took me 3 hours cause the knife was dull/ how could i feed em their son / cause a nigga's bold next weapond: rubber band |
damn dude that was wack as hell
check it out....take ur butcher knife and shove it up north/ of course/ im chargin at you like a horse on a rampage/ my mind enraged/ ill have your brain engraved with my initials/ and its official/ i just choked off your air supply with a rubber band/ and bound ur hands/ folded up your body like oragami and pakaged it/ like salami/ send it to etheopia, lick the stamp/ your moms a tramp/ but now im dun its time for the next dawg to run/ with a potato gun/ weapon---potato gun |
on the run like binladen/
aint none of your mans still standin/ duckin behind trees tryin to forget the shit happened/ niccas get creative when they locked down in the cell son/ shoot potatoes through pipes thinkin back the real guns/ bloody ass walls in the halls of my projects/ sling shots and blades aint even an object/ with shells to your head and your stomach to digest/ you lost like mitchell and your ryhmes is throwback wihtout the ness next weapon: Sling shot |
i've decided to leave guns cuz everything i BRING'S HOT
i can kill you with a pistol but prefer a SLING SHOT nigga read up i EXPLODE WITH THOUGHTS fuck a crack feind you'll get SMOKED WITH ROCKS watch ya steps nigga move it in RETRO watch ya mouth be4 i pull it and LET GO!!! next weapon: measuring tape |
Murder not one not two but three
u know i don't kill people with bad breathe like thee but i make them drop with a fucking measuring tape dam i ain't going to rape you like that girl accused Kobe I think kobe didn't do it though oh you know what fuck kobe its all about you first im going to crack you over the head then keep beating you till you bleed out red So im keepin my name real SplittinHeadache hide your body from the cops and celebrate with a peice of cake yo next weapon gots to be : PAPER |
next weapon "PAPER" so many ways to use it but he never REALIZED IT//
grab a peice and paper cut ya eye lids// do not defy it, i'm the best on these keys// beam papers at ya indirectedly// i'll leave ya seein stars and night// but the hardest hits'll come from the bars i write///// next weapon: a quarter.... |
O shit this dudes left a quarter..it's sharpened an now u'll see a slaughter..
Hide ya daughter..cuz i'll rip ya to shreds.. Ya crippled in beds..if tha shit lands on heads.. Autopsy's by feds..shit it's an anal intergation.. Laughin cuz u facin..an internal decipation.. I stuck it Straight in..no time for hesitatin.. There was no debatin..your neck was temptin.. So your left resenting..the way i present things.. And as for things i bone your Daughter.. she only followed what you taught-her.. U knew cuz you fuckin caught-her.. An I fucked her for that damn quarter.. ...next weapon...YOUR SELF-PORTRAIT.. |
Nigga cant even read directions...
So fuckin stupid you forgot to leave me a weapon... Thats aight though I understand... Too busy cuz yo daddy is masturbatin you with your own hand.. You call yourself unreasonable... I see that The lines you spit were fuckin week and feeble... I may be new on this block but at least the shit i spit won't get me shot... NEXT WEAPON: Fake Tiddies |
when i'm on the roll, i never take pitty/
get a stripper to take wit me/ crazy hips and fake titie that's my weapon a choice/ a c'reer wrecker named joyce/ dudes see her and step up their voice/ she crept in the royce/ of some nerd named bill gates/ ready to kill dates/ and give 'em ill fates/ with breasts like pamela lee's/ news clicks the camera, CHEESE!/ it's like bam with the fees/ for adultery/ it's your fault you see/ you called for me/ the impala g/ and the dollas be/ lost with your colony/ so you best not ask for apology/ next weapon: krs-one |
im flippin through my cd's, trying to find somethin that's fun/
and all i seem, to come across is fuckin KRS-ONE/ i just remembered, this cd had a huge crack in tha side/ so you're gettin dismembered, by a cd that's startin to slide/ from tha left to tha right of your neck, about 2 inches below your eyes/ we ended up in a car wreck, cuz your head decided to go for a ride/ it started rollin down tha street, bouncin off old ladies feet/ people turned white as a sheet, when they saw your head with no teeth/ this wuz all fun and games, until your head started rollin/ now im locked in a cage, wit handcuffs and my wrists are swollen/ all because i had a fuckin weap-on, that wuz whack/ a cd by krs-one, wit NOT ONE GOOD FUCKIN TRACK! next weapon...pot leaf |
Puff it up, inhale,exhale
yo dawg i guess ill see you in hell, is that your death bell pot leaf its magic its a healah make ya inhale cause its a life stealah like a bomb and bout to explode in this thrillah turn her head upside down and run you over like a bull its going through your mind, can you feel you fuckin foo i told you not to do that shit, this stuff is critical i didn't even have to kill you wit a gun or get physical so REST IN PEACE now im surrounded wit hoes and we havin a feast.............. {PeAcE 808} next weapon:bad breathe |
i got bad-breath, aint that a shame/
but let's get one thing clear-like ya face-i spit it the same/ killin off this half-machine, who get's injured by rain/ and it's not acid, like the battery that powers you/ devoured ya, with my dog like bad breath-i'm houndin ya/ astoundin ya as ya drop to the ground and grab ya heart/ cuz my bad-breath is one thing, i dun't think ya wanta take a stab at a fart/ next weapon=bunny ears |
i gotta real important battle comin up, a real test/
so ima go witout washin up, and keep this bad breathe/ that way when i step on tha stage, you fall down and pass out/ then i can let tha dog out tha cage, and stick my ass out/ tellin you to sniff it, and take a deep breath while im breathin/ you take a whiff it, smells like i wuz eatin out a demon/ now you feel even worse cuz its seed is growin from my semen next weapon............................................ ........................^^^ semen(sperm) <~~~~ incase you didnt get tha point of tha arrows lol |
Im bustin outa heads flowin n fertilisin like semen
My battles come with 20,000 dead n yall wont even see them Slashin wit Blades im killin yall suckas like vampires Parkin ya ass here gets ya clamped down like car tires Im ownin this cypher like mods packed up n put it on hire N im spreadin more ash's than a cigerte factory on fire Next: Me :D |
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