damn frozt, tweezers, a'ight dawg, but you might need 'em.//
fo-ya needle, millimeter petre, mixed with a magnifyin' glass.//
jus-so you can see it, tweeze an' squeeze it ta release semen.//
streams of fluid ta breed wit, it' to bad no hoe would eva sleep-wit.//
you-bitch, so just gimme those tweezers an' I'll run ya thru kid.//

next weapon: anthrax tampon... lol (slim used this one before)

no-diss frozt, u my hommie...

no offense u my nicca im not gonna diss
im jus gonna hit on that line u jus spit//
an anthrax tampon id make killa'b's girl use like a strap-on
have her pouncin n bouncin tappin his ass by the pound son//
his poll was whack my lines fell on him line a like a full rack
packed wit a stack of prophelactic fo his ass//
these otha emcees holdin some "secret" like a stash but no one beats me when i come to these battles ta rap//
next weapon is some caps nah how bout pop rocks

pop rocks, nicca, ya talkin' bout crack.//
'cause if ya talkin' 'bout that, I'll give ya-a-hand.//
I been cookin' rock since I was 10.//
I don't smoke it, you mad.. I jus collect ma stacks.//
sit back an' let tha dollas roll in.//
sold out, an; get more again in tha am.//
sell that quick an' have ta reload at 8:10 pm.//
see I-m tha powder man, deliverin' power dust.//
ya- may be kid-frozt but ya never seen a blizzard like I run.//

next weapon: the telus gecko

haha idunno blunt u diss like u tryin ta make me a cunt
but what u aint know im on the hunt//
i smoke a bunt to think of the next weapon cause this weird shit u got me reppin//
im a start ta flippin this gecko make it echo spit soda in ya eye
this is like free enterprise these lines do nuttin but cause a mc demise//
so fo the next weapon how bout a tampon or a baboon on tha loose after i left u in a noose//

an further fyi blunt pop rocks are candy dog lmao

aiyo,fuck the noose ima cut the head loose//
tie you down to ground with this shit administer honey juice//
strapped to the desert floor next to the fire ants horde//
with bamboo shards under the skin of your chest...next

release next weapon...ricin dipped skinning knives

im fillen you wit ricin dipped skinnin knives,
thin cut sliced up on top of dat dicep up,
afta you dice you made into chivez,
only thing left muscle and bone i light ya life up//

next weapon: rubber band and a paper hornet

ill use an industrial stregth rubber band
fold sum paper then add a naile and shoot ur hand
so u cant go no where then ill slowly fold another
add a nail thenm aim it at ur head, death like no other
i dunno that might be all i have
a rubber band and i hornet is preetry wack
im partial to a baretta light sniper rifle with a clip
stalk u out wait 3 hours to take that shit
then when i have a clear shot
BOOM NIGGA GOT CAUGHT

next weapon.... bleach in a needle

fuck the head of police dick~~ think he tight cuz he hold an eagle
all i need is a prick~~ with this bleach and needle
to enter the artery vein of the fuckin bloodstream
burns like fire hot enough to make a thug scream
but it will help out with your drug screen cuz nothing shows up
and why these nigga bug me with imature flows ( grow up)

thats fun.... iight
next weapon: astral projection

rekluse goes to the doctors, whats that-dection?//
the doctor found a wound, its past-infection//
he needs a fast-injection if he wants to last-to-eleven//
i controlled his surgeon to perform massive-disection//
simply by speaking through light beams in an astral-projection//
my battles are one sided like a (fidel)Castro-election//

weapon: a meat-cleaver

Anon

who want it when i got the paper in my hand/
one slice will u leave u spillin blood all over the land/
yall dont want it wit the paper man/

so the next one is paper
how bout this ill saya//
fuck u nah-sayers im the infamous emcee slayer
when we battle u have no prayer//
cut u quick like i dont even care
i maul u like a bear take ur head off leave u lookin like a pear//
malicious my intent i bent the piece swingin
mad paper cuts im bringin like u bad dreamin//
no time when im schemin bes believe me man
i got the magic hand what u thought was glass was merely sand in my palm//
pray to jesus.. if u morman write a psalm while im calm
spread my infamous balm leave ur mom n dad sendin almes(grievencess)//
next weapon is shottas poor rappin ability
100...

whos dis kid frost, my monitor glass cut him fast like sonic the hedgehog/ when my dum dums let off it will take ur head off/

yo dog the rule of the thread is too fuckin use a weapon now since u wanna be a bitch meet me at the frontlines 100..

Kid frost, my weapon of choice is a jigsaw
Lay you in a hospital bed with spiderwebs, cut ya lips off
I'm about that sick stuff, but who really cares?
When I get to Shotta, grab a axe and slice his head off then throw em down a flight of stairs

take you out with my peice and beat you with a jigsaw/
i am law/ cut fags with twin saws /
talking all that shit you should of been raw/
you dont want me to aim for that chest cus i know you cant afford a vest / best to move out the west /
his shit is fake cus he dont know what im talking about /
my words/ win wars / send you back up ya momma
even attached to the un-bil-i-cal cord /
so next time youll know who your fuckin with /
like aliens abductin shit /
unload into a mc pumps and clips /


the next weapon 12 gauge and gasoline

ill take my gasoline make a trail to ya house
spark da gas wit my guage outta silence is if i were a mouse//
your left inside kicking and ceamin bloody murda,
its no use over the krackle of da flame no wun coulda hurd ya//

:next weapon: gunpowder and two rocks

ima do my own cypha

tie you up take the gun power surround only ya feet,
watch you screaming for me to let you go but in your future is only defeat//
take my two rocks click em together for a spark,
enough flame from the powder to light up the dark//
your body cooked instantly from the inside out,
souls gone hell its what your body without//

next weapon: q-tip and a match

Mr shit's not THE shit, he's just SHIT now boy sit/
In the UK a Qtip is a pool cue, you gettin this?/
And a match is a football game, your soccer that is/
But first i'm emptying my bollocks on your face, you like jizz?/
At half time i run on the pitch and make you my bitch/
Feel my pool cue go right up you, it's 5 feet four inch/
You scream the crowd cheers, cos we hate the u.s. kids/
Bring the beef muthafucka, i hate those with long sigs/
You fall crippled and dazed, on the turf at manchester/
Right then i unleash, the uk's most convicted molester/
No daddy! yr pleeding but he's already gettin started
Now you're lubed up and bleeding and can't stop him YOUR RETARDED.

wuts the next weapon...damn yo this cypher is bein slept on...lets go get this one up n runnin againn..1

MY WEAPON IS GONA BE A "PAD" N "PEN" SINCE THE LAST KAT DIDNT GIVE ME ONE

im quik to dissmiss, rip apart n twist ya bitch ass rants i got ya afraid to take a piss//so u best stepoff relax mabey even retire//cuz if u come back n diss it was me who set ya crib ablaze or if u wana say................. ON FIRE//cuz people aproach wit they gats n half loaded clips//but im quik to bust my lyrical "pad n pen" into they hips//dodgin bullets n repeatin ya last statement cuz im betta then you and your just a fake rappa replacement//my verball darts are splitin ya membrane apart with one two.... THREE hits//and ya styles getin broke apart quika then my dick did ya mams lips//and with that last diss i guess you could say im out//but with this freestyle i just killed you hit you in the center with darts//
you the type of emcee who is on stage N during a battle he farts/" lol now that was just dumb"

aight the next weapon is goin be " BAD GAS"

Not bad it has to be sed but kids still wind up dead/
Kids can still be given beatings/
Don't see it as that but free teachings/
Or schoolings, shit get's learn't/
As Ali gets burnt first/
But the baddest's still to come cos my farts r the worst/~~~
Like 6 year old bratwurst/
That's been festering in yr mums 'love purse'/
I've done worse but fuckit as I let my sherrif's badge burst/
Shiteaters dot com, oops i followed through/
I carried on and let my beer gut and old indian food choke you/
How dya like uk shit? Taste's like tetley's my shit dunt it?/
You haven't gagged quite this much since dad made u lik mum's clit.

btw tetley's is an english bitter 'beer'. You wouldn't understand.

next weapon =1 x Boil in the bag rice

boilin rice is like chasin these emcees
ima cat and they some mice
i tried to be nice but couldnt say it politely
these kids keep tryin ta spite me fight me
but all they do is bite me
my lines are authentic stitched new era made
run ur mouth like kid n play end up wearin a high top fade
take u to the whackness center give u "clinic aid"(em rap)
a mentor maybe for that u gonna pay
the next weapon in the cypher gets at all the lifers
its a shank spiked like a bat what the fuck u think bout that
causin chaos ima mack wit 9 long inches an a fat ass sack

next weapon please

use the keyboard bithcslap u wit it til AOL says "hello"
take ya body lay next to the hobo,aqnd hope he turn canbo(canibal)

next weapon

weapon of choice----severed foot(no shoe either)

(haha roux we meet again)
Oh shit dumbass you cut off my foot
You pissin me off im startin toI ll beat yo wit it oh shit its still attached to my docker(s)
I ll kick you like i kick in soccer
Ya bitch you smell dat? Oh shit i still got that sock on
I bet your sence of smell is gone
Oh shit i busted in his head
Oh well his ass was as good as dead


Weapon=My dick (haha)

How am i supposed to hurt you with that?/
no offence to you son but it ain't exactly fat/
Looks like a magic mushroom, all shrivelled and dirty too/
So i rip it of yr pelvis and feed the dirty motherfucker back to you/
Yeah i got you eatin yr own dick/
chompin on that, just like you bitin my shit/
you think yr hallucinating, or did i really just do it?/
You don't choke you just swallow/
a lonely life then will follow/
Cos you got a girl, life or wife? It'll all be gone by tomorrow/

(bit whack but fuckit)

next weapon=an icicle

Catch you on a winter morning water drippin off the roof,
Beat the shit out of you stab you with a icicle,
I know it get cold in tha UK i'll drown you in snow,
Make you suck tha ice till your tongue and lips is frostbit,
Then rip another off tha roof and shove it up your ass,
Another down your throat have you had enough yet?

next weapon=icepick

mr.mayhem didnt rhyme i hate his fuckin shit,
better be careful where i touch so ya aids dont touch my ice pick//
i put that bitch in ya ice aint no way im not touchin you,
you be better off wit NUCLEAR WEAPONZ fuckin you//
i put a ice pick in him to hook throug his asshole,
no more butt fuckin for you this is the last time you get on a roll//

next weapon :20 oz bottle cap

I grabbed him by the neck he thought it was going to snap
but I had a better plan I choked him with a 40oz bottle cap
I could feel him struggling hard and feverously tryn to swallow
I just held him up til his eyes started to look hollow

next - a CD

I sharpen CD's and use them like shuriken
It takes only one to leave your whole body hurtin
Throw em so fast it looks like a flurry and
before you know it without legs you are scurryin

Next - rolling paper

beat you with yo shoes, wash your lyrics with nasty shampoo,
get yo crew to kill, grab my rolling papers roll and smoke you,
then recycle your ashes mix them with ganja grass and smoke you again,
choke you again, hold you hostage, you move these papers will go thru yo skin,

I'll cut off docda prodigy's leg wit a machete,
Beat kgm over tha head wit it until he's dizzy,
Poke mystahbiggs eyes out wit a phillips,
Then feed em to mr.spit right before i whip him,
Wit a ball chain,
Fuck you all cuz this cyfs whack,
Say whatever you want i probably won't write back.

stab you with a knife fuck what you think /
shoot ya with a gat life on the brink /
ill make ships sink you should allready know it /
chop ya up and flush the toilet /

next weapon : bulletproof vest & uzi

yo a bullet proof vest and an uzi?....

ermm ok....

yo,strapped kavlar spillin this clip in both front doors of yo car//
ripp through this clip and dithc the shit,shit i missed,how coul i miss a parked car?//
fuck it ill merk your ass,stranle you and your bitch with this kevlar...

im on some gangsta shit ahahhaha.......



big ass gong bang....creepy ass voice from mortal kombat....

next weapon......SUPER SOAKER....WET HIM!......

gotta rep those chromed out scooter gangs with super soakers.....

nigga..
i'll WET your ass/ and ain't nobody told you what was in it..
SQUIRT you down with hydrochloric acid/ your whole flesh diminish..
pistol-whip you with the soft gun-butt/ i'm what you don't want..
more evil than simon off american idol/ i'm like "son what..?"

neXt: fukkin floppy disc..