hello you didn't leave a weapon.....wat'z up wit that god don't u kno that if u don't leave a weapon this thread won't work!!!! DUH
next weapon- unicorn

Dude I'm Torn, leavin all you Crews Get Scorned//
Your pony ass rhymes can't match up to my Unicorn//
I was Born To Get Mad, cause you've Sorta Been Bad//
So I gotta bend you over and stick this unicorn's Horn Up Your Ass//
Jump on his back and Take Flight, and always Remain Tight//
While stompin ya wit hooves til your blood his him and Stains White//

^^^oh yeah, I forgot......

Next Weapon: Tampon

ya'll pussies out there gonna be in for a treat/
da homos r getn left out cuz tampons are the next best thing to eat/
spit that beat while i kill that jock near that dock/
dock martins or fake frocks aint hidin you from the cotton tube/
your gonna get done like that Hutton dude/
dont worry gay/
my girl fay iz gonna bleed you with that tampon jay/
but hey, your lucky cuz its only a dud/
your ass will just hurt whislt pourin with blood/
you should of had them poppers first before you fill in the space/
fuck it, let the gays from the other days help you stick it in the hole on your face/


next weapon, i havent read the other listed weapons so i got 2, if the first is taken, use the second/if the seconds taken, your a fuckin bellend.
weapon 1:razorblades. if taken then: sharpener.

Okay I Gotta Kill This Dude Wit A Razorblade/
And Slit His Body In Half So He'll Get Fuck Outta My

Seperate Him Just Like The Red Sea/
And See His Brains Fall And Watch His Guts Bleed

Fuck I'll Use The Sharpener Too/
You Like A Pencil To Me You'll Always Be Number 2

And Go Like A Mad Man Goin To Kill/
Put You Inside So Can Sharpen Ya Skillz

Regain The Razor Blades And Just Cut Your Head Off/
You Like Dudes Pencils So Then You Can Crank Off

Next Wepon-a Fitted Hat

take my hat and scoop up a rock
play hi-lie wit ya sorry ass and hit ya in da cock
catch ya wit that cap when ya fall
jump around, twist the brim
vice grip type crush pops a brain the size of golf ball
stand over the quickly killt corpse of this man
mad hatter killt wit my mad hat
little engine that could should known he can't

next weapon - a slipper

Ima take a slipper and trip you/
Manifast is gonna be lookin like a fool/
Its infested with maggets 2/
Ill freak you/
Eat me own puke/
Im to dangerious to speak to/
You get ridiculled, Smoothy/
I spit like a ozzie/
Im crazy on paper/
Ill make a coat with your skin shavings/
For god sake dont take my razor/
I got blood lust cravings/
You taste like steak dog/
Ill break your face open with my next line break/
Heres a token to send u packin/
Straight to hell is where im placin your raps kid/
Matta of fact heres a wavier/

Next wepon : a Hover-Round
(you know those electrical wheel chairs old pepole use, im shure u seen the commercials...........)

my foots so far up your ass,
smile and we'll see my right slipper,
chew on that shit any quicker
and i expect to hear "nice dinner!!!",
if you want seconds come hither,
i hope your a prized tipper,
my left sends shivers when delivered
so bend over like fag prisoners (THUMP!!!)........

(thats enough for now i guess. next weapon to be used= a bubblegum wrapper)

s.v. dangerous

sorry for fucking up the cypher fellas. when i posted my verse, my screen didnt show me the newest entry above until i already submitted mine. all apologies. one.

s.v. the tyrant

man u ^^^ da only chewy rapper,
ill chew u up n spitu back in da bubble gum rapper,
wen u spit u exspell more shit then wen u on the crapper,
no beef jus pork, dont truely wont war jus talk,
so remeber before u take offence u got the oppertunity 2 walk!!

next weapon is ur own feble hand

could'nt leave sumtin good like a knife or gat/
but you dont have be on this site i'll give you the bitch slap

hit you in the head and wont give a damn/
break ya noes wit my own feable hand

it may be numb put my thumbs in a gun/
take the other 8 and hit you over the head like it was a club

next wepon-pool floaties

cut your hands off so you cant swim/
say another fuckin word there goes the next limb/
cut the floaties and tie them over your mouth/
hey aint this how priest do it in the south?/
shut the fuck up!/
and kick them legs, you heard what i said/
yah im fuckin crazy!/
but atleast i aint dead



floaties where hard to do

next weapon: stove

imma bake ya brains on a sheet in a stove/
burn ya cells make you say stupis shit like hov (jay-z)

turn it to 150 and cook you wit ezzz/
im hot like 200 you more like 98 degerees

i'll burn you to a crisp and flip you so you cant see/
im like emril your just little debbie

next wepon-puca shells

yea
 

I hate fast deaths, I like nice and slow/
I creep up behind ya and let ya know/
Your neck get wrapped with puca shells/
You can't even tell, when I ring ya bells/
Circulartory system gets cut off as you can't breathe/
The sooner you know it, your down on ya knees/
To kill a bitch and leave him bleeding, ain't nothin'/
To kill a bitch and leave him breathin', now that's something/

next weapon: a banana peel

I finish eating a banana peel and put it on the floor next to the door/
Some kid walks through and slips on the peel, and thinks it wasn't real/
I 'laughed' my 'ass' off at him, 'reminding' him it was, and he started crying, making a big deal/
He kept 'bitching' while 'spitting' in my 'face', 'disgraced' cause of his saliva, I picked the peel up/
Then, I 'nudged' it in his face, disgusted he threw up, and I saw 'fudge' was in the 'waste'/
Enjoying his 'gleeful misery', I was 'aspired' to doing 'more'/
Laughing, I was thinking this should go in to 'hilarious history' and started to 'desiring' for this to go more 'hardcore' on this gay 'whore'/
So then I 'slapped' the peel on his face, and his tears starting filling up the 'floor'/

To Be Continued......

Next Weapon-Apple Sauce

i c'c'c'cant rap, rap
cus... when i r'r'r'rap rap i start to stutter,
now when i utter my lines without the mutter,
thats when u'll realise my heads stuck in the gutter,
thats when u realise the only weapon i need,
is the ability to rap at speed,
cus every rhime i spit is a leathal weapon,
every line i shit will have u steppin -
off'ov'a a bridge over a suburban setting,
or to a liqour store where alcohol and drugs can set in,
hey, what u bettin... perhaps u want a little pain,
slash the skin over a main vein or atery,
and do it again till ur screamin for a little part'o'me,
yeah, i know, its so hard to be... you,
but fuck it, there's nuthin u can do,
once my tongue has lashed,
thats it, its over, its smashed//

^^^^^^^you fucked it up

yo sorry... didnt realise, ignore that, my bad

Yo'

You ever seen the disney movie, snow white?
Where the evil step-mother holds a glass in the light//
Inside resides the poison to kill with only one bite -
An apple that will silence you if perhaps you might -
digest it,
and yes, u guessed it,
thats the very same apple I use,
and I cackle as the apple, its stews,
mix in the sugar so I can feed to you's,
its ALBI's home made apple sauce,
and with just a bite this shit takes course,
as it - enters your veins,
sends the bloodstream to your brain,
and soon u'll throw a fit, as this shit abosorbs,
ties all ur chords, sends ur heart into overdrive,
but yet ur still alive,
but lets see if u survive the last trick,
its like this apple has a hatric...
as it gives u a heart attack,
and then the light turns black...
and ur corpse is on a body-rack,
I'm headin of track, but thats my apple sauce,
vanish without a trail, in seconds ull get rigamorse...
Bring in Inspector Morse? This shit could kill 10-a-horse



- - - next up: remote controle

my rhyms is sumtin you should'nt handle/
smack you witta remote and change ya channel

press ya buttons like there was nutin on the televison/
you get lost thats ya condition of livin

go from mtv to hbo/
scramble ya brains witta remote controll

next wepon-a tu-tu

stop talkin before u meet the gun/
i father somemany niggas so now u my son/
so watch how u talk wit ya mans/
cuase yous a manican cuase we shot off ya hands/
but i stay carrin about nine to the tens/
iiight how many of mans gone die about nine to the tens/
i hold the all black nine and the all silver mack ten/


next weapon:ice pick

holla

I could stick it to u in so many ways, set ur soul ablaze, itll take u dayz to wash off the venom that i spray/ on a cold day it'll feel like hell for u, now your tempted to -beg for my mercy, got your years running by in a hurry/ admit u in a nursing institution got ure vision blurry/ but before u try to hang urself something shiny in my hands reflects the light that got u in a worry, /instead of the licks i use the icepicck /bullseye in the eye now u have to wear a patch like a pirate

next weapon: iron

i done steam you with the iron and make you srink//
it be worst then when you washing colors with whites and you shit turn pink//
if you scaryed be like an octopus and spray your ink//
and if you ain't dead by the heat//
i use the pointed end and stick it in the white meat//
and with you small and full of holes it'll be easy to hide you//
and if there a problem i'll eat you if the pigs come though//

next weapon = condom

yo, you can call it a rubber johnny,
you can call is shrink wrap,
you can call it protetction,
but my uses for this dont need no erection,

No, Instead
I'll pull this shit blind over your head,
and no, i dont meen round ur penis,
Lost the blood flow when I socked it to the cleaners,
sprayed it with bleach till it was so small it wasnt even between us,

Yeah, so I pull this shit up round yer head like a beany,
tight shrinkin, lookin just like ur weany,
Like a pro swimmer, and all you need is the bikini,
ur sittin there semi naked askin "yo, can u c me?!"

Right my next move is to push the rim down,
Over your eyes so I cant see that mono-frown,
Now your covered in lube, like I used the whole fuckin tube,
Like a fagit bout to enter the anus,
Anyways, like I was sayin, u bout to retain this,

I pull down further over ur airways,
drag ur dead body over stairway...

thats, it, im done, ur dead,
here, sum1 rap about TINSLE instead,


- - - next weapon, tinsle - - -

a fat mic hangs tight over my trouser pocket//
chokin my 'ponents wid my tinsle rocket//
david chrocket aint worth it cuz he's too old//
but 'KKbug' likes asses so tinsle is a no go//
he'll enjoy that, like to be tickled all over the place//
his face with white paste, ass left with cum trace//
razorblade'l do the trick, but tinsle is the subject so i stick to it//
i dont really know bout tinsle cuz i dont really use it//
but if i got one o those, you should run and hide//
cuz i'l find you sooner or later, this shiny shit'll give you a ride//
back and forth, you think its pain for pleasure//
but you soon realise your in an ambulance havin a seizure//

next weapon- chewing gum

fuk it i dont need a weapon 2 bury this clown/
all it takes is half a brain 2 put ak-mixa unda-ground/
but ill play along and twist off ya head like a BOTTLE CAP/
an slice ya up wit da edges till u admit that u cant rap/
use my fingas 2 fling da cap off ya face, hear the 'slap'/
this shit was ova be4 it begun mutha fuka its a wrap/


next weapon: wall paper

chewing gum (blood said to ignore...-and i'll gladly ignore "wall paper" lol)

while ya'll bust out ur gats, i come out with that pink chewing gum,
spewing bubbaly fluid like i new who really wanted some,
like snoop i bust like a bubble on yall fiends!
and MY sticky-icky-icky got flavors like wintergreen,
when u thought i'm lesser of a "G" than a jew,
--it's fate, it's like that
i kill u cause ur so pissed off: that shit's on ur shoe.
--we ALL hate THAT!

next weapon- insecticide (that's as easy&rhymable as they come!)

Yo' ass is so week that when I come to kill you all I need is insecticide,
Because in this risides the amonia to suffacite yo' insides,
And when you feel your organs fry, and you know that this bitch, she lied,
and that yo' swallowing up shit made to kill a fly,
Thats when you know its your time to go, no need for suicide,
You caught a ride with a coffin,
prayin for life as u' coughin,
Yow' lungs wrecked like the nasty little insect I take you for,
And yo' close the mother fuckin door you fagit,
We need your corpse to rot so we can bag it,
send it off the dock to pit so we can blag shit,
So goodbye for now, see you in a little while,
Go to hell for being antisemestic,
I needed to use my shit on you so I could test it
- u fuckin nazi, catch the necr taxi to the grave,
cus if im not right theres a stone we saved fo' u insiduous,
its fuckin rediculouse, how u compare a G to religios beliefe,
Givin Jews grief, u fuckin worm, rot to the core,
nobody cry fo' u but ur friday night whore...


Next weapon - a contact lense

whether or not your drop is hot enough to kill me, it all depends
it aint my fault you so weak you can die from a contact lens
defend your organs cause im forcin them out wit "eye sight"
gotta pick a better weapon to kill me wit, cause mine bites
i quite like to blind you, and shoot ya knee caps while standin beside you
i dont mind you, besides dude, ill probably need those lenses myself just to find you
dont take offense to my lenses and six sences wit no redemption to die proper
hell after i take you out, ill go after your eye doctor
its too sick, you have a 6 inch pin stuck in your left eye lid, do you need a closer description
well its simple, stickin a pencil in your eye is the only prescription
"but if i do that, then i wont be able to see out both my eyes..."
why should it matter guy, hear, try these reading glasses on for size...

-reading glasses-

Bitch, use the READING GLASSES and read between these lines,
We can battle as much as you want but the victories are gonna be mine,
I don't really give a shit, who is your crew,
They needed a government subsidy thats why your crew picked you.
You just an underrated rap-per? alright lets take ya from G to a PG-13,
Can you hack-it, can you use all 26 words and big words like Massacre?
Didn't think you could, thought I wish you would, pick up a dictionary,
instead of write'n lines that are damn fictionary,
I'm end this shit now, go play strip pictionary.

Next Weapon
Soccer Ball

killin cats wit soccer balls like i was mia hamn/
bullets is the size of soccer balls commin out my barrel man/
they'll put a whole in your side, im not messin wit you/
im not playin soccer but ima run on you/
man im takin it easy, this is just a mess around verse/
watch out for the soccer balls they'll put u ina herse/

next weapon: your avatar

ayo

Im on top by far, when i drop a bar, you stay blank like my avatar/
When i pic sure nigga's im as akkurate as theives in a line up/
Your times up like Stop Watches, and the linez stuck/Line=hands
I stay empty like whenever i have to let my clipz go/my avy's empty
Cuz they alwayz Pop Hot like my barz bakin in Cris Co/

next weapon
A computer mouse

Stop look and listen...all you hear is silence\\vvYou are in hell with the rest of the washed up faggots.\\..Lets rewind time to the day you died.\\....You were wandering the streets alone at night.\\....You saw something on the floor and decided to pick it up.\\..You found a new computer.. took it home and hooked it up.\\....Everything was fine at first\\ but then your keyboard started to type out its own words\\...You got scared and thought the computer must be possesed by some kind of ghost trying to take over your house..\\...You try to get rid of the computer, but fall and get choked out by the cord from the computer mouse\\

*next weapon... an xbox

fuckin kick ya ass witta x box system/
break most ya bones witta game so let me list em'

ya jaw,fingers,toes,and i broke ya noes/
ya rhyms aint humorous cuz i broke ya funny bone

turn ya power on and make head spin like the disc/
you rotate so fast you'll probly shit out ya dick

MH81 didnt leave no weapon,
so its to this shit that I'll have to step in'

I chose my own technique of killin,
I'll use the pipe stystem to leave ur veins spillin,
collect all the remains in a cardboard coffin,
Burry the body, keep the blood, it's all or nuffin,

I'll boil the red till it turns into maroon clots,
Hand it to ur mother as black pudding and laugh not knoin where her son rots,

C, when i start to kill you, i do it slowly,
like im making love to my one and only,

except this time i a preformed an insision,
transplanted a pipe and tap with perfect presision,

Drained ur body till ur skin turned green then blue,
lookin bruised as ur veins pop like bean-sprout stew,

I got u suffering, dying eventually, ur imune stystem buffering,
Till ur pupils swell into two little pennies,

Ur only 13, and u died before mid twenties,
Part of another figure,

The number's gettin bigger and the kiddies r gettin younger,
ask MJ (Micheal Jacko) he knows how it is,

He raped u and threw ur body to the cots,
thats why when I found ya, ur dick was sore and shrivvled in knots,

But you was proud sayin u just fucked a white-black man till he couldnt stand,
Dude, now u underground layin with his spendings on ur hand,

How does it feal to be double butchered?
Make ur mind up, was he white, black or multi-cultured?

Was his dick brown and his anal ruptured?
Did you take his scarey head to ur dick and watch his changing nose?

Scream out his sisters name as ur cum flows?

Goodbye Mad Hatter,
U lived to die in this tittle-tatter,

Next time leave a weapon and I wont have a go at'cha



- - - next weapon an envolope

I'll murder these faggots wit an envelope made from the company staples/
Mail u 1st class to the pope and label it from a Jesus disciple/
I'll mail u that ricein meant to be delivered to the president/
But we got the wrong address/
Now if i can kill u wit an envelope, think of my pen/
Coz after i've writ my letter the envolpes like death/
He comes straight to yo place and releases venom in the air/
No yall coughin chokin in despair, an envelope killin peeps...hell yeah/
Now my next weapon of choice...fresh air/

Get Some Fresh~Air...Blood Left Spare..Begin Tha Scare..Poisioning Glare And Stare//
Multi Masta Is Here..To Fear Kids Riding Dicks Now..MOD CHANGE THIER NAMES TO "bear"((Bear-Hug))//
ELek Will Come And 0wn Dethrown To Loan..Dissconnected..**Click** Like A Dissconnected phone//
Skills..Addictive Like Takin Pills Got Tha Ho's Da Bills..Like Waitin In A Snow Storm My Flow Gies U Da Chills~~//
Elekwent-Will Make Ya Spine Get Bent Into An Archment Ya Flows Already Spent Now YA Dead Cuz My Flows Are SENT//
Next Weapon-Flammible Liquids

fuk any weapons, all i need to kill u wiv is fresh air,
u challengin me dog, u must be on a dare,
i send u into a scare, fresh air is what i pollute,
i am fully concentrated, u is partially dilute,
i'll dissolve u in my acid cos u is a solute,
i'm a soldier, i been through a lot of shit,
so i won't even have to strike u wiv a fresh air hit,
all u need is one stare and it will turn to glare,
u cant look at me for long cos i'm burnin like a flare,
just when u thought fresh air wasnt a weapon,
all you had to do was give y. poizen a second...

nxt weapon... orange

im throw a orange at you//
hit you in the nose, in front of your ho's//
put you in my car//
i put burns on you wit a cigar//
tears run down your face, man you aint no pimp you a disgrace//
while im lookin at yo face i smack you like a bitch thinkin you might snitch//
so thats when i stop, pop a few shots//
so you cant walk only talk//
ill leave you on the dirt while i open my trunk//
you got no spunk only wonderin whats in the trunk//
thats when i reveal 21 inchs of hard cold steel//
i let you have a smoke before i split your skull//
1 minute pass you put the cigar out//
you close your eyes thats when i give you the big surpise//
CRACK!!! only took 1 hit to make yo skull split//
nxt weapon: a m-16