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You feel my love constricting your heart
Restriciting the blood flow like a neurotoxin dart Cause you know you cannot have my body You know you love the men like me in the city You cannot use ice to numb the pain you feel So get down to your knees and suck cold steel Eyes |
my eyes kill niggaz with just a stare....
all i gotta do to get this nigga scared is glare.... nigga im steadily snappin ur ambition... you gunna lose sight of this fight with ya own abstrakt vision.... weapon - mobile phone. |
Yo boy did you know my mobile phone kills
You'll quickly die as soon as you see my bill. I'll keep prankin you so you get no sleep Annoy shit of you til you begin to weep Phone radiation gonna give you ear cancer Then you die, have a cheap funeral, boy I thank ya. Weapon: Hot Soup |
shit's gonna cause skin corrosion.
once it leave's the pot it's like atomic explosion.. splashe's on your face,@ dashe's without a trace.. cause it leave's rashe's ..it's our mase.. It's a shame you now gonna be buried.....with a sour face... . blaH..whatever it's late... n/w... spray can... |
I mace your eyes so you blind
See nothin, even Jesus will be hard to find. It stings like hell, it's starts burning How to use a guide dog, u better be learning. Then I spray my tag over your back If you chick I'll colour your rack. NW: Crusafix |
I lay you out with one quick blow of my favorite rake
I slowly raise you up to the wooden stakes And slowly drive nails through your wrists and ankles You slowly regain consciousness, thinking its a joke, call uncle I cannot contain my joy; I laugh out loud at the look on your face I leave and come back in a month. I grin and bury you at a fast pace NW:hair |
yo my lyrics come first, den my hair come next
my shit long it can tangle a cineplex. and bradley thomas, nigga how stupid can u be. dis is for cyphers bitch isn't plain to see. and if u wanna battle, hit me on da inbox and my hair means everyting, dats why i rock dreadlocks |
weapon of choice: ya dick
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yo bitch ma dick do more damage than ur fists...
you is a bitch u coverin up cause u cant handle my hits.... why dont u shut the fuck up before i suffocate u with my cock... nigga they dont dont carry ur condomz for troll dolls they outa stock.... watch my cock face fuck this little mummys boy.... you aint a emcee you more like a childs play toy..... next weapon - a dancing monkey... heheheh |
a dancin monkey?
haaaaaaaahahahah, this should uhmmm, fun... aight, lets take this to the jungle.. i got the king an its a dancin monkey so be humble... it'll do the macharena on ya ass... tap dance so fast ya eyes are glued to the ''game'' like a kid playin dreamcast..! i'ma swing the monkey by its tail... a dancin monkey swingin arms n legs is the best weap[on, it'll never fail :) haha, shit that was whack, a god damn dancin monkey, what more can u rap about a dancin monkey? hahahahahaha!!!!! aight next weapon is is yo pinky... |
pincky
look here i herd dudes be talking shit so i pulled the pincky out and started bustin nails went up to court and the judge was so umused he post bail for me to be realesed actally he practally gavce me the keys nigga this whack give me somthin eles next weapon - a book |
yo bitch im gunna merk u with a page from ya own book....
if u stop cryin i might let u of the hook... on the other hand ya got no reading skillz... mabey i should choke you with a book called, high hills... lyricly bitch i can murder you with anything... u think u tough??? bitch u cry ova a bee sting... weapon - a g-string... |
ill choke you out with a g string//
whip you with it..make it sting...lol. weapon: a outkast cd |
dude that was weak... its 6 lines minimum... wtf...
yo bitch you want to be murderd with speakerboxx or love below???... hoe im im brakin ya bones, and diclaring myself ya biggest foe.... bitch your flow is about as good as outkast 'roses'... fuck killin u with this cd ill choke u with multiple hoses.... im snappin this cd into peices and stabbin you with the chunkz.... nigga the fact is ur a fuckin punk and, well im a hunk.... lol... weapon.... bath bubbles... |
Man I'll rip your spine out, and use it in this caption'
I'll be killin ya ass with this soap, And its fatal attractions' As I bust out this soap' I make u guzzle this load' Cuz when these "bubbles" Escape, Its your ass that will blow' Ima murder you, Then wash your bone's like grittle's hopes' Slaughter ery' Inch of your skin,Leave it in dime size's Like I was sellin dope'// Heh Next Weapon: Cotton Candy |
Stick so much in your mouth, rots your teeth
Next day it'll be the dentist you gotta greet. Pink n Fluffy, it is kinda sticky Overdose you with sugar, you'll smell kinda icky Gonna get diabetes, probably Type 1 Stick needles in ur stomach for life, yeh have fun. Next Weapon: PS2 |
check this kid i got this ps2 game kit full surround sound
you never thought that i would use it tah smack your ass round cracked over the head with the main console compartment copped this shit from the toys r us electronics department got the cordless controller cramed down the back of your neck next time you try tah be first playa show some respect next weapon 12 inch vinyl of the single Rappers Delight |
hey yo ill take dis joystick cord
den ill rap it around ya neck, have ya chocking on dese buttons just 2 show u some respect. p stands 4 pussy azz nigga and s stand 4 sowwer 2 stands 4 seconds be4 yo life get devoured az i murked dis competition my stats done move up a level u need a mermory card ta stay alive my rhymes are summin spectacular like NBA LIVE 05 By. Lady T Next Weapon: Diamond |
diamonds all across my fingers, so ill knock u out
1 hitter quitter, but number 2's a pop in your mouth or ill take my chains off, and they full of diamonds choke u dead in 7 seconds, perfect timin these are the perks of rhymin, cypher spittin fool you get ripped in two, diamond handled knife will get you too next weapon: car air freshener |
aIR fresher ner
Who's fresher than a car air freshener
what kind of weapon is that i'll grab a butterfly knife n circimsize yo cat while you're walking around dumbfounded like duh who the *uck did that I'm not in the mood 4 playing mind games without my fresh air I nearly pop a vein & i'll pop U 2 if you think I ain't playin' you're dead wrong I'll chew thru U like a *ucking Right Said Fred song grab your bong what the *uck you gotta bitch 4 The next prick that tries to diss the weapon's "pitchfork" |
I eat sucker MC's wit' a pitch fork
I read your verse Chew That ain't rap, that's just a bunch of shit talk Your Ginger Ale style rap, Canada Dry I mop you up with the same shit That the janitor buy LOL. :laugh: My weapon: Slingshot |
It's awkward...while peeps be standin wit they heat cocked
i be walkin around...n sittin in ma' back pocket, is a slingshot but i'm still merk u, son....shit, all i need is a couple of stones catch u on the wrong street, n u git that shit stuck in ya dome now u dead on the sidewalk, as your body git outlined in chalk n now i'ma continue the cypher, the next weapon is a CINDERBLOCK |
slap and crush ya frame..just call my palms juggernauts....
quick ta slug-ya-knot..build my ego on ya wit ten cinderblocks.... friend-or-not..theres no love and artik phrost could really care-less.... 'watch' me creep from tha side and pop out ya perifial vision, so yall can 'stare-less'.... next weapon: mechanical pencil sharpener |
You might be Artik Phrost
But my heart colder than Antartica I grind you up in a mechanical pencil sharpener Cause you a number 2 (I'm #1) Don't test me, Testes (your new nickname) I skate all over Phrost like Wayne Gretzky :laugh2: My weapon: Ice skate |
I see your lone, loser self walking sideways down the street
I slowly stalk behind you, while keepin my steps on your beat You don't notice a thing, so I slowly reach into my backpack And slip out the ice skate and swing hard and leave a nice red track I reach my sweaty, cold hand to your neck, and feel the satisfaction Of your still, cooling neck, smile quickly and take off at a brisk run NW:Pinky |
I'll point you with my finger, that I named Fiddle
Flip you off the with my favorite finger I call it Middle Slide on my platinum ring on the 3rd finger: Ring-y Sock you in the face with the weak and small Pinky You just a little "Bitch" you enjoy a thumb up your ass Faggot ass punk, My Pinky shatters you like glass Edit: Changed Weapon Next Weapon ---- Compact Disk |
wut wuz goin thru tha kids mind az he seen KOOL'S FACE/
i reached down in my pocket and i pulled out a JEWL CASE/ i sed "yeah bitch, tha c-o-l-DASH-B PIMP'S IN"/ put tha cd in, it wuz tha new ASHLEY SIMPSON/ tha sound of her shitty singing, kids ears STARTED 2 BLEED/ fell 2 tha ground ded, it wuz reTARDED INDEED/ hahaha, that wuz fucked up. next weapon: a used tampon, hahaha, werd |
aight, my homey "The Real Omega" iz new on here and didnt no how 2 post this, so ima post it fo him. werd
All I need's a tampon or a Maxi Pad / After that I'm gonna look for a back that's stabbed / They won't even know you're shanked, all they know's you fell / The tampon just be blocking up the flow so well / If you're a dude like me let this be a message / We'll really never ever know what PMS is / But if your bitch gets cranky then, then we need to be advised / Stick a cork up in that bitch, let her bleed until she dies / Word bitches Next Weapon: Mom |
you popin shit off at the mouth like you the original Don Juan
watch how fast this bitch crumble with one call to his Mom give mama fifty feet cause she comin hard as a bored you ever seen a grown man whipped wit an extension cord she scream she brought you in and she can take you out fuck a switch she said a tree limb is what she talkin bout beatin you across the chest, knee caps and over the head the crazy bitch beat you 30 times after you was already dead next weapon--the BAG that comes with a bottle of crown royal |
yo dis playas name is winc.. wut u winkin for fag
just fo dat.. im suffacate ya wit my gallon-sized crown royal bag ya dat purple should fit yo bitchass really well den tie da gold string off.. nigga just go to hell drop yo ass off on da side of da road to choke and gag walk off like nothin happened with da hat to side and dem jeans to a sag next weapon: words |
shit scoop you merkin yourself and i'm takin your wealth...
you chokin on your on words your styles bad for health... take yah rap book and set it back on the shelf... your entire previous drop was a crime in itself.. quick hits with vocab across your dome with stealth... it's aight for me tah wink tah guys i got a pussy myself... I'm FEMALE who you callin a fag? next weapon ... 12inch vinyl of rappers delight |
hittin harder then onyx
my 12 inch vinyl will make yah vomit new weapon...... CONDOM |
lunge my knuckles wit lethol ejections, anatomy flyin in different directions!!..
cant guard ya body, i'll strangle ya wit a condom an proove you died from protection!!.. or i could busta a nutt in a condom, grab tha sling shot and cock-it!!.. fling it at ya throat entry and tell tha coroner ya 'choked on my knowlegde'!!.. or perhaps put my verse in a condom strap it to a gun..take aim at ya-vest!!.. so you can go tell tha angels above you aint know 'bullets could laytex'!!.. weaponry: lotion (not the bottle...the liquid) |
lube up smake you accross the face with lotion
whos up ill smack you off the peir fall into the ocean its not the way i wanted to kill you but its all in the motion wtf am i talking about idk but my accent aint croation lol weapon: pocket lint try that one fool |
LMAO
I betchu I will make this topic work Weapon=pocket lent I dig in my left side pocket.. and I open the zipper inside I got a 360 degre ball of lent...on a mission put your throat in motion..swallow it.. now you choking talk about your fly clothes..now you spittin up your boasting I'll make a notion..to end your reath with suffication All i have to due is not wash to well..pants sit in the basement hands filled with erasers..shipped pensil leds.. doesn't equal to the lent's power to begin your death.. next weapon:Care bears!!! try that one |
Haha
Send them at you, every color, and I bet the pain shows, Cuz i'll shove them up your ass, look like you shit a rainbow, Fuck grabbin my nine mill, grab a carebear and beat you with it, You callin me gay till you bleedin, then you'll knwo that lethal isn't, The word you should use.. more like diabolicle, or touch cannibal, So tell me how it feels to be murdered with a stuff animal.. Next Weapon: A bumble bee on a leash |
I reach my hand into my pocket to stroke my pet
Not fearing any consequences that action will get I see my target, you, and head off, leash in hand I hear music, your final sounds, your funeral band I give my pet a quick tug to iniate movement Your life is over, there is nothing you can do to repent My pet surges forward in apprehension of the act Its needle buries into your skin with skillful tact You gasp and shudder, then fall to the ground I breath a sigh of relief at that final fated sound NW:Hawk |
I aint just going to blast u and end it quick
first im a let your bitch hop off of the tip my dick and then im out but not before i cum in her mouth But back to what im a do to u and ur mans first im a run up and clap to in ur mans and while u stand still me and u gonna throw da hands im a catch u wit a right and twist ya jaw and leave u lookin like one of those bendy straws and while u laid out in da grass im a reach in my pocket and drop a stash then im a say a quick prayer then blast ur bitch ass yoooo its ur boy im out to take over im lettin yall know im 15 and accepting all battles trust it aint go bre easy see me when u see me |
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LW: Hawk
Fuck using a hawk, I hawk and spit at you, like hulk hogan, my slogan is hulkamania, cuz i bodyslam and keep loading my viens in ya, don't understand what im saying it's means im braining you out, with a incredible green monster [hulk dick] in yo mouth, im sure to go past your chest, spleen, everything in between, and disembowel the entire intestines, look at my grin, when the coroner asked if u need a towel, cuz u got fucked and killed from within. NW: watergun |
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