new weapon...brass knuckles...



brass knuckles, rounds up, you better duck cuz at the last moment I'm turnin ya face into ground chuck/
thats a cheap shot, fuck that its a need brought by the fag look in yo face...ya lucky I aint squeeze shots/
cuz when the, middle knuckle connect and ya shit buckles I flex... stuff you in the trunk of a junk lex/

Yo i murder wit tha next word.........Bullets,
fuck a gat i dont need to pull it,
ill take it out of the chamber put it to ya skin and push it,
till it bursts through ya rib cage,
im in a rage cause i got a blunt filled wit sage,
i dont need a blade,
give me a cap and a strong arm,
and the intentions to do bodily harm..............................A Tissue

Man if u think i can't kill u wit a tissue u got something coming
When i'm finished with u, you'll wish u were running
when you saw me with a tissue pushing it down your throat
Snuck upon u in ur sleep wearing my assasins coat
Your gonna feel some pain when i hit your voice box with a tissue
Be terrified, dude, i got a tissue issue

Next weapon: Half a brick in a sock

I bash ya brain in brick fragments stuck in ya facial features
See my sock and brick is a good motivational teacher
Hard heavy and easy to swing with good momentum
And when he get hit aint no coming back where i send um
Sock all bloody i been beating his ass for awhile
Both his cheeks gone he stuck with a permant smile
Brick cracked but i wont stop till its dusty ashes
And im done busting his head into crusty patches
Sock broke pieces of the brick all over the place
And half the shit still stuck in the hole in his face


next weopon-lighther

ur body inflamed .. smoke comin off ur attire//
barelly noticed ur frame...shit!...im no joke wit a lighter//
this boys a fighter hes resistin the fires flame//
hes soon ta expire ...his voice cry'n wit pain// :help:
beggin the lord for a drop of rain..or even a slight wind//
burnin flesh makes me gringe.. his skin bubbled on the right of his chin//
police passed tha scene came back an got sick//
what he seen was toxic..vommit reached his lip//
grabbed his gut tha stinch smashed his spleen//
lookin at a fiend that got fucked up wit a bic an sum gas-o-line...

.....next weapon is a pencil.....

If im gonna write a verse with this pencil
It will be old testament. smite the infidile!
I'll stick it threw you ear into your brain
After 10 minutes of torture you wont feel no pain
Look like frankenstein with his nuts and bolts
but me pushin a pencil in your brain will be stopping your pulse

next weapon...... A battered fish

Man, I'ma Drag You Out 2 Sea n Beat U Wit A FISH...
I'm Cookin Nigguhz Like Shrimp n Lobster So U Could Say Your The 'MAIN DISH..!'

WTF? This Nigguh Got Me Rappin Bout Things That Live In The WATER...
''Plenty Of Fish'' In The Sea So I Threw Out The Hook n Caught 'Ozzys' DAUGHTER..

If I Knew She Was Whale I Wouldda Threw Her Rite Back...
Her Stanky Fishy Pussy Smelt Worse Than A JOCKSTRAP.......

Next Weapon Is Brick...

on dis weapons cypher shit im killin this bitch
lyrically inclined, stackin these wins like im buildin with bricks
listen hombre, u dont want drama wit da kid
we talkin bout weapons and i bet he dont even noe wat a brick is
hide to hide da stash cuz this bitch nigga will take all dat u got
im buildin a dynasty wit cyment and his career is da perfect spot

a baseball bat

am so g that all cammit a a perfect crime seen witha base ball bat//
covering my face up with a backwards hat//
fuck a black fuck a gat am swinging rounds with my bat in the palm of my hand ripping your optic nerves observe how each word i spit gets your bums on your arms gaining in secounds cuss you not only mession with some one iller then his weapon but a nigga that teachs other kids lessions with my words and mind its time the next nigga trys to dis this verous thats worth more then gollden shells birth

lol this kids record is 0-8...wow i would be scared to show my record if i was him...lol but for real atleast you try

Scalpel

Performin operations, killing you with forged occupations..
Disreguardin practicable rules for doctor patient obligations..
In conceltations, Ill split ya spleen, n sufficate ya juggular..
Cut ya mug till you bleedin badly to disfigue ya facial diameter..
Kill ya stamina with a hammer beatin into ya skull a centemeter..
Then stash ya body in trash bags leave u gone.. See ya later..

A barrel of Gun Powder.

Using my big fat barrel of gun powder
I'll blow ur fat arse into chips and chowder
load it into my old skewl napoleonic musket
put a bullet in ur head and piss on ur casket
Invest in some body armour before u come and dual
i'll fight like i rhyme when I'm rapping with you'll

Next Weapon-Thongs with imprinted Australian flag

ok ok ...now dont get me wrong..
usually you wouldnt see me with a thong..
but when it comes to murder..
its the best why to do it..unhearda..
so let me roats this spaztik fag..
the last thing he saw..was the australian flag...
blaHblaH......stupid weapon...
next weopan..... telepathy

I know its been done but i liked the idea so much i had to give it a go.

barrel of gun powder

im usually never violent, but an bad trip got me visioning unrealistic threats,
thoughts influenced by violence, so its down to the dungeon where my toys are kept,
syphon through some barbed wire and i see what i desire,
a barrel of gun powder aww shit now ya lifes in danger,
coz im no stranger to concepts of killing, murder in the 1st degree,
no mercy for a bitchs plea, nor a toy who pissed me off,
so when this motherfucker cut me off, no hesitation from me,
i do whats necessary to get singel him out, catch him off guard,
and drag him into a deserted junkyard,
smash a beer bottle over his head n stab him in the back with a glass shard,
now the motherfuckers buta, i fill his mockets full of powda,
light the flint.....one......two......three....BOOM!
no more left haha content knwing i sent him to his doom.

Shit i forgot to put down a weapon.......Next weapon is still Telepathy.

i use telpathy to throw hard *Punches* instead of weak weapons of hunches//
i pack sickness in bunches and with a weapon ill deour you like fatasses on lunches//
i move everything in the room at you to create your doom and hurl wind at you like a monsoon//
fire from the *Platoon* and i drop bombs BOOM!

BLAH

next weapon : an empty clip

I pull out my gun, point it at your bumpy lip
Pull the trigger, only to find an empty clip
You pull out yours, and I'm like "Oh Shit..."
Just when you about to think I'm your bitch
I release the clip, and ram it right in your dick
Looks like the pavement has just been licked
By your face, alright do you really need a tip?
Don't mess with JRad or you end up like this

haha, forgot next weapon... Torch

next thing u know your sitting on tha porch
when a muther fukkin menace runs up wit a torch
straight to your mothers room,she hits me wit tha broom
next thing ya know sum shit goes kaboom,oh wait.....
it was tha bomb in tha carr,he tried to run.. but he didnt get far....
next time mabe hel know its an attack,but hil be bandaged up like hes from irak
then ill come back once more,and beat tha muther fukker wit tha burned out torch
next weapon hatchet

i pack my "hatchet" in my pocket, got beef i, i grab it and slash it
away at my 'enemies', i got different 'techniques' of endin u quick
without it being painful,if u dissagreeing it a be slow.....
slice ur wrist, cut ur thoat, stab it deep, till the blood leak, end ya hopes and dreams, u want some more holes in ya team, than step up it deffently will happen imediatly.. fuck it.

next weapon- my foot up ya ass.

^
been used before..

next weapon- ur keyboard

The Only Weapon I Got In Life Is My ''Keyboard''..
Key For Key Who The Fuck Gon Step To ''Me'', I'll Cut Ya Ass Up Like Its A ''Broadsword''...
''Lord'' Help My Victim Before I Press ''Delete''...
..My ''Keys'' So ''Hot'' They Bout To Be Used As ''Heat''...
Me n Keys Nigguh, We're The Real Deal, Some Say We're 'Complete''..
I'ma Wrap The Keyboard ''Wire'' Round Ya Kneck If You Try n ''Compete''..
Take A ''Seat'' n Watch Me n My ''Keys''...
We Ride 2gether For Life On ''RV'' So Bitch Nigguhz Get On Ya ''Knees''...!

Next Weapon Is................A Lighter An Lighter Fluid..

lighter and lighter fluid

about to light a 'fuse',/ reuse the same 'lighter fluid',/ 'distribute' ur body engolfed in flames,the 'smell of gases and human flesh' like 'sewage'/, in the air and when it burns out/, re-light ur ashes "if they find out"/ u diffently wont be inside a closed casket or coffin/its not tragic,see ull be inside a jar hidden away inside my closet.. :evilgrin:


weapon- a mattress and a bat

after messing with me I pulled up a weapon for your iris's to see it was a bat I started swigging it hits you flatting you flatter then a rim cap of my L.A flat hat then I realized after you eyes was popped out your skull that I just incased in a murder so I cut you up and place you in a mattress copes came to my house asking have I seen you in the last week or so I said no but then they ask to come in so I summed up the guts and said what the fuck let them in sat down and started herein a heat beating now I no what the meaning of fate means but they never found out I slice and diced you so your still there precise sliding

next thang a speaker box with a billion wats

hey im new here but i also kill all on the peer/
yall fall in the water and drown as if i was it, the killer clown/
u see my hate and fell my pain, but soon u all will be slain/
ur all dead and ur flesh is mine, be aware, especially for next time/

next weapon- fire and greed

it is time u die, by my fire and greed-- this is my specialty
u scream and run for water-- but time is out no time to totter
u fall to the ground in pain adn death-- and u draw ur last breath
the greed comes in-- i hit u with the ax, and u come to an end
i take ur flesh and ur bones-- as if they were my lones
less for u and more for me-- fire and gredd, thats my seed

next weapon- guess

I guess it aint ur rhymes cuz there painless//
like mydol tylenol they all protocal for sumthan dangerous//
fuck usin tha stainless ta paint this undiplorable language//
strokes of anguish is all I here from *milton* bradley//
ur structure is childs play...lego bars that where built in badlly//
I really use a nine iron like a golfer..you just tote urs like some sort of Caddy//
but sadlly...I see you gettin aggy..about me bein ur daddy//
test results showed it....//
ur momma didnt want you ta know it!!

next weapon:hog wire

my next weapon is knowledge-- stainless stell and collage/
woop ur ass and send to ya in the mail-- bring it on dont be brail/
ur gonna die by my wits , not urs-- then ur brains will be up for sale/
dont be blunt ur an ass-- see how u fell wit ur face in the grass/
u wont like nor i like u-- i screwed ur mom the prints on the glass/

hey ur goin down ppl-- the worlds mine for the taking/
dont blink or sleep or weep or cry-- or ur the on in the oven baking/
im not faking-- ur ass is mine for the takin/
dont sleep or ur mine-- u caint fight all the ages of time/
covered in slime ur frozen-- ur life is on a dime/
thats my dime,my ten cents-- im the blair witch and ur in the tents/
say good by one by one-- i am the sun/
the sum one 1x1 is one-- me- so u better run/
ur soul is mine and ur body-- dont wait for me in the lobby/

hey ppl im jus playin wit ya u know that
so dont kill me or ill strike back

hey ur goin down ppl-- the worlds mine for the taking/
dont blink or sleep , weep , cry-- or ur the one in the oven baking/
im not faking-- ur ass is mine for the takin/
dont sleep or ur mine-- u caint fight all the ages of time/
covered in slime ur frozen-- ur life is on a dime/
thats my dime,my ten cents-- im the blair witch and ur in the tents/
say good by one by one-- i am the sun/
the sum one 1x1 is one-- me- so u better run/
ur soul is mine and ur body-- dont wait for me in the lobby/

I get sloppy wit the cleaver..hold u down and skin u like a beaver/
Raise ur hands like teacher..but only when the there detached from the cleaver!

he aint say no weapon of choice!!!!!!!!!!!


My weapon of choice is my closest to kin, its the one I grip at night and call it my girlfriend, close to my hip so she stay stealthy, doctors say im ILL and wealthy so she keeps banannas on her so I stay healthy........


Next: toothbrush

i'll strangle u wit floss, and bang u wit a toothbrush.
and u betta believe anyting i say, i always keep it on da hush
but dats not my weapon of choise, even tho dat can give u a hoist
when i am done wit emcees, i always leave a palms sweaty and moist.
i could be wit water, sweat, or wit dat gallon of blood
when i'm done, u gonna say "why did i fuck wit a thug"

my bad niggaz my weapon of choose is a
Uzi

I take, lock and cock this Uzi That D-Crisis willingly Gave me/
I shoot mad shit up making your girl say ooh save me baby/
These shells Will hurt you so dont bother to duck or hide/
Not affraid to put three in you so stay on my good side/
If them first 1s dont hit you dont worry they got friends/
Even my back-ups will be bringing nigaaz lives to ends/

Next Wepon: A Dime

Yo when Im spittin it is no crime
But it is when I kill you with a dime.
Drop it from a high building, falls at great speed.
You look up and it is certain death for you to greet.
It's pretty sad you died from a Penny.
But you'll die differant tommorow just like Kenny.

Yo when Im spittin it is no crime
But it is when I kill you with a dime.
Drop it from a high building, falls at great speed.
You look up and it is certain death for you to greet.
It's pretty sad you died from a Penny.
But you'll die differant tommorow just like Kenny.

Next Weapon: Anus Muscles

I flip you around, and throw you down to the ground
I loose my belt and pull my pants all the way down
I watch the look of terror displayed before me
The problem is that you cannot be like a tree
And leave, so I wedge your neck around my crack
And squeeze real hard and left a nice brown track

Tongue

nigga my tounge sptis fire at ya brain like satans breath
bitchs best to step back fo' i serve them they lyrical death
watch my tounge spit these verbes like poisonous arrows to the heart
cause we all know word of mouth is worse than any sharp dart
all yall know these lyrics be ill to the core and smooth to the touch you see
nigga these words from my tounge live on forever in this reality

next weapon: love