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kill a cat with abyss, let me think, reminisce
get a nigga on his knees, drink ya jizz cause dawg you sick, with the disease, more than hiv i'm talkn bout full "blown" aids, but i can't see how you ever gonna kill someone cause dawg you broke (ugly) you having sex with someone other than a dude, what a joke next weapon: silicon |
im callin, answer tha phone/
im ballin, and your a clone/ im sendin shots into your dome/ implantin slugs like SILICONE/ dont think your in your casket alone/ your whole fuckin krew, is gettin sent home/ next weapon.... vaseline |
lets see if you can run just like the gingerbread man
cause i already caught you and i aint goin let you out of my hands so lets see how tough you are; oh shit did you jus piss in your pants dam you look like you got to take a shit or do you have ants before you could talk i rip you head off you that you was so tough but i guess not, there went your legs and arms bury you body on this motherfuckers farm Just another tragedy..... next weapon:crayons |
Ayo throw me a crayon and hit the ground/
stab you wit metalyic green in the neck so you cant make a sound/ shit ok who stole my pink? o man this ones yellow like a japanese chink/ shits son these crayons fucking stick/ in the manson murders im tha missing link stabin fools wit dul crayons cause im colder then ia ice skatrein rink/ awww shit i found my blue now com over here and get stabed the fuck thru/ peel off the label thats old skool/ shit yall don kno nothin bout that/ you jus mad cause in kindergarden i used my crayons to write fuck you on ya sleepin mat crayons? wtf? next weapon: ak47 wit thea banana clip "aww shit yall don kno shit bout that" |
Yo check it..
gimme money bitch i aint got all day// Don't fuck wit my money or you'll get sprayed by MR. AK// Empty the clip in your chest// As my shit rips through your breasts// Thats what you get for puttin a nigga to the test// Snatch up my money... I'm out the door// Shit here come the blue.. so i hit the floor// Try to escape but a nigga's trapped// Step the fuck back ima bout to bust a cap// In that ass.. oh shit here come those niggas CRASH// through the fuckin glass.. I start puttin bullets in they ass// Get shot 17 times. Seein my vision fade in an out// Fuck i'm gettin dizzy.. and Mr. AK is out// I'm DONE Weak I know... Next Weapon: My fart!! |
you this cat stinks so bad if you can it you'd win a war//
even mile's away when he farst ya nose'll begin ta sore// so I grab a gas mask n take ya in fuck choking ya to death// get close to his ass and ya suffocate begging me for breath// that shits so strong you could literally catch it and paint it purple// and when it first starts to hit ya you'll act goofy like steve urkel// oh shit I gotta go I'm runnin out of time// damn I cought a wiff now I'm the one thats dyin// weapon: a straw |
It's that one thing dat could make a man fall//
Turn him to a gay bitch, makein him suck balls// it's dat thing dat make dark becom light// the shit dat could drive a peacefull man to wanna fight// it's the most powerful thing, and nobody knows it// dey start runnin their mouth, till sumone eles explodes it// and closes it, makein em to neva wanna speak again// it's the single most powerfull weapon// Weapon: words |
no need to murda him with words, cause this cat's already dead
already been looked at, and filled with lyrical lead but just for kicks i'm gonna finish him off using the words I spit, he's gonna end up soft or when he's murdered and dead I guess he's hard as a rock but cat, better relish in that, cause you faking like a balk next weapon...dead fish |
gimme a dead fish?? ill leave u sleepin wit fishes
use a condom, fuckin animals wit de3p as ur witness weak people r bitches, like this fuckin wannabe misfit yo, ill call him a pussy cuz hes here givin me fish lips so wut is this? i thought im in a cypha battlin rappers but his mom's a bitch, pop's a fish, im battlin bastards wack as this cracka, leave his blood spilt in his kitchen but his mom wont clean it up, cuz shes poppin prescription pills of aspirin in his livin room thinkin its heroine where u been? this is a revolution, this is where the terror is... next weapon: jackolantern [[happy halloween]] |
i take that jackolantern and crack u in the head
u fall to the ground, i think hes dead lite the lantern and watch u burn showin people and there stomachs churn i can smell the stench of your burning flesh i put u out, and u look like mesh the coroner puts you in a body bag they slide you in and call you a fag MM NEXT WEAPON : Prototype Hover Tank |
AYo' in this new age nighaz get gankted//
hold you upside down strapped in restraints// attack til you faint, and getta way inna hoverin tank// these nighaz get got fa' dolo, and pranks// Speedin thru light years in bright spectrums// sight the momentum// with extra advanced radar Kuz da naked eye cant sence em'// |
I'm like the O2 that god blows in your lungs,
or what's between us right before we're shootin the ones, i'll attack you with anthrax, or small pox with no vaccine, not even if got shots in the future, from a mac-16, your are dependent on me, i need nothing to live, leave you stung out, like a crack addict, with nothing to give, i move so quick i'm invisible, unless i'm spinnin your way, a blow gently through your wifes hair, while she's grinnin at your wake next weapon :sand spurs (don't act like ya'll don't know what i am talking about. The things that get stuck in your shoelaces when you walk in fucked up grass, and they are pointy) |
ima take dem sand spurs and pirece your eyes with them...
make your eyes as bloody as two Ruby Gems and Bleeding Flower Stems... Then Shove Em Down Ya Throat And Make Ya Choke... Hopefully Thell Make Ya Have A Stroke... The Needles will Make You Choke By Getting The Points Stuck To Your Throat... Then While Your Choking Make A Bloody mote of all of your blood that spilled... Then When Your Dead Your Body Will Be Cold And Chilled... next weapon---pencil |
grab a pencil and make sure the point is sharp//
murder u with lead and make it an art// theres no time for mistakes, my eraser is done with// having trouble to figure out shoulda i kill u with this lead or have gunned quick// kill u and the NEWS will RECITE da WORSE// stab u to death with the same pencil i USED to WRITE my VERSE// next weapon: spoon |
Trapt in the dark were nething could be lerkin/
people always spittin, fuck they never learnin/ let me get my silver trophie, a eatin U-tencil/ to slit your throat wit sumthin blunt and rustfull/ incaved for the brave/ let me use this shit to dig u a fuckin grave/ Next Weapon: Fork |
Gouge er eyes out wit this 4 prong fork/
unleash this battle wit an explosin like wine without the cork/ with this eating tool il use it to eat on u/ cut you into pieces and chew u up as if u were food/ spit u out cuz u must be frost bittin/ did i not cook u enough, or cook u wit outwitten/ |
i guess i'll use fork again since he didn't leave me a new one
didn't leave me a weapon so i use what he already brung... stick a fork in this kid...blood runnin slowly...he's about to be done... dam yaz noticed you killt the dude above and merked yourself(posted twice)... smart move sure u didn't want DaCurse ta help... look rook go back to the brook while your still willin and able... before u get abuse wit dem tools moms use when she's settin da table... Next Weapon:mousetrap |
These niggas is tryin to get at my stack from sellin crack, gotta get ghetto on these niggas and set up a mousetrap, instead of cheese i'm usin counterfit g's, and instead of jus a little snap, you gonna hear a gun clap, hollowtip through your back, knockin your heartbeat out of wack, no need for a doctor cuz you aint comin back from that!!!!!!
next weapoin: liquid plumr |
i have to murder a cat with a liquid liquid plumr
i make the cat who left it behind, swallow like man cum, but i laced that shit wit a ingredient, called cyanide, that shit be so leathful, it raps & tears up ya insides, turns ya brain into a decrepins, pulp of grey juice, an pulp ya vital organs, so they cant be recycled for use, next weapon:a single verabal missile |
So you want war, f*ck guns don't need a pistol/
Blow your whole block up with a single verabal missle/ Take the giggle of your face as your soul burns/ Ashes to ashes dust to dust your bodies in an urn/ next weapon: dental floss |
Get many layers and flip it into knots//
Tie it around her neck, laughing at her, struggling coughs// The thin, string leaving abused marks// The smell of mint, smells good when staring at a Dead heart// WEAPON: The American FLAG |
I got niggas runnin like the TWIN TOWER is fallen/because. the air from my ass, got them on their knees crawlin/I let out another, this one here ripped, a baby, from his mother/and hit, a fag, in the head and killed him while, he was suckin his lover/mother fucker, that was my right hand man's brother/the air from my ass made him hold his breath until, he ripped his jugalar/
fuckit I tried next word: sperm |
this guy picks air and that means he's an air head
and i want to make sure these rhymes are fair fed but i could turn this air into wind and you would care then i'll toranado your ass into the bear pen lock you up and they be using their claws and people outside be disguised in their shalls 'cause they know they be next and they can't cover their flaws i'm air and that's a good cause next weapon: the devil |
shit i burn ya wit HELL fire say wat u wanna
stab u wit pointed horns-then u be cryin to ya momma unleash demons-to knawl on ya flesh playin wit fire tourch ya soul no rest all these niggas get fucked up mysteriously from hatin shit im a theif-steal ya soul an sold it to satan it will be like loony toons when on ya head fall a anvil horrific deaths come from young springs-cause i hire da devil next weapon:da bible |
The forsaken bible will put you through my rilgion/
like a slow pace virgin, on da drier wile it spinnin/ and if it comes worse il beat u ova da head wit it/ omg u went and fuckin ripped it/ ripped the page were i killed heavon and hell/ so il murder u insted, and bring u to the underground/ next: hairspray and a lighter |
niggas say they raw but dont DAIR SAY it to dis FIGHTER//
cuz i'll torch you with rhymes or with HAIR SPRAY and a LIGHTER// sinch ya lips, leave u burned to a crisp// have my hairspray and lighter melt da ice on ya wrist// niggas think they raw but i say DAMN EM'// cuz i'll spark up and spray at random// next weapon: pizza cutter |
imma take this cutta and slice him up easily like butta//
then take his cheese and leave, did i studda// come back lada, take a slice, of his body, put it o the wall// and shoot it with a shotty, cook him, and yell last call// then ur doga and rats come to eat upur tomatto sauce/ then i leave again, given your pets some floss// weapon: spork if you dont know what that is then use this toothpick |
fuck this ^^ nigga his flows are useless//
i'll poke out ya eyes with toothpicks// carve my name on ya forehead with any end of it// he's beggin me to stop but he recommended it// even with a toothpick i'm no fuckin joke// cuz i'll launch 100 toothpicks at ya throat//// next weapon- hole puncher |
Dont come any closer or yo ass gettin hole punched
I love the sound a small parts on ya body go crunch Leave you like swiss cheese then have you fo lunch Throw you up and ship you off in a fuckin boat Leave you there to get ate up by a goat and if this hole puncher aint big enough I'LL SHOVE IT DOWN YA THROAT Next Weapon:50 cents mouth |
usin 50's mouth i spit raw
flows cum hotter than wen he spit tha bullet out of his jaw nigga i would bite u w/ his mouth but it mite b weak cuz his grill is missin teeth thats y he slur wen he speak so i just take out his dentures & throw them 2 shatter ur membrane hit u so many times in 1try have u goin insane next weapon=ur pinky toe |
i,ma use my pinky toe
and kill diss stinky hoe stick it up yo stingy nose and let tha fungus grow let tha green show to blow ya mind, wit my pinky toe show u, u slow wit one line and b like nelly wit and OOO.... next weapon: a sneaker |
I bend down to my sneaker and tie my laces
Ready to break Kenoras teeth leavin gappy spaces Leave him bucktoothed and broken in a smile Kick him in his ass when he leaves so he goes a mile I'll hand this kid my sneaker cuz he's a tweaker Go pawn it off cuz its worth more than ur rhymes cuz they weaker Weaker than anythin ive ever read before, I could die But i don't wanna die so readin ur rhymes i wont try |
The only time you bend down is making way for your friends
He wants hot lyrics so bad he's at home baking some pens You never even left a weapon, so what shall i do to you? You'll get booty shoed, kicking this shit whilst bruising you I'm losing you, you cant contest so get to the helping forum Your rhymes aint shining to viewers, infact son you just bore 'em! Next weapon : numbchucks (however you spell it!) :) |
cowabunga dude!hey look im michaelangelo!
numbchucks cross ur face while i diss on ur flow. i challenge u to a dewl,mr british icycle. take ur thumb out ur ass,here u go try this pickle u lil fruit fly ur raps make me laugh im done with this fool,next weapon a staff |
Aight son so i see i'm battling this turtle freak
Now i'm sober your dead, put that staff over your head You bending over in agony, then the cunt cries IcY rams the fucking staff where the sun shines! PillBoy's better now he get pleasure, i'll ignite this dork Instead, the next weapon gotta be a knife n fork! ;) |
well i guess ill set the table hey kids u like icy
im gonna melt his ass into water and make us some iced tea but b4 i do that i gotta torture him first it's kinda hard to fuck with a guy who carries a purse knife and fork is that how u get down mr.icy well ill slit ur throat and use the fork to poke ur eyes,freak! next weapon:a pack of ramen noodles |
Open-packs of ramen noodles, hopen-that...
i can feed ya hungar, cause ya spoken-smack... Jam them right down-ya-throat, so ya choke.. Cause ya a clown-to-joke, in ya spit ya soak.. Listen to you gurgle, laughing like Steve Urkel.. Cause ya body traced in a white circle.. Next Weapon-- A Camera |
OHHH SHITT!!!! Lets give PillBoy and Icy a round of applause
I aint writin' 'bout noodles both yall get fucked in the yard How 'bout lets just shut Icy up and stick a dick in his jaws If there were two dudes in your room you'd wanna monage Enough just give up you suck I know it's blunt but truthful but, since I dont jump to conclusions Ill give you once. That easy, but b4 we get started atleast wipe off the cum dried your cheeks please next weapon:prosthetic limb |
i'll beat you, go out on a limb//
that kid> ^ im doubting of him// hes too wack, ill beat you upside the head// with my leg, then youll be dead// its plastic, round, like a dildo// hed fuk one, if not, he will tho// lol^ im tired . anyway..next weapon... some guys johnson . |
feeble sux, admit it -
a johnson? only if i beat him wit it - battle wit johnsons..n' u run solo? - either your on crack..or this kid really is a homo - i dont know tho.. bout what to venture in next - cuz i question your text like i question your sex - wow lol next weapon vaccum cleaner attachments |
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