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yo, you call that a rap that shit was weak as fuck/i please the crowd by making sure this geek is stuck/i gotb lyrical flows that will stop yo speech abrupt/keep spittin' weak shit i will make sure you get put to sleep and stuck!
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your suppose to rap about the weapon *m-16* you dumbfuck, and next time you try and diss make it better cause your shit straight sucks.
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Since yall suck your outta luck man im changin this thing but first lemme include my verse about an m-16 /this goes out to rymes1 who forgot the gun and while im at it its quite tragice cuz he also forgot your whole style son /so lemme break ya off forget the cough u got from the gay just kick back relax and listen to the rymes i display/you shit is garbage belongs in a damn dump truck but now im done so here it is next rymes about nunchuck!!!!!!!!! hola muthafuckazzzz
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u really fuckin' serious is that all you got/i'm like a ref in this bitch son i call the shots/i don't wanna say it again but bitch stop rappin/you beat me that's like mugsy bouges tryin 2 dunk that's shit not happenin'/so if u keep rappin'/b sure i got wrappin'/that will have you wrapped in plastic/i don't mean 2 b so drastic/lil' nigga i got hot flows that will burn through yo sytle like acid/and won't stop until you all shredded up like lettuce and cabbage/so only death can stop the pain like excederin tablets/Bitch!
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do you not understand? jeeze i thought i got it through your brain//
you must be insane waitin to get bullet holes in you :shoot: // ill make you be lookin like a hinidu straight from iraq// have these nigas clappin bak on my track i spit fast// watch me rip you son// dont worry im almost done, you cant keep your mind straight// so ill do it for you take a nine iron and crack your head clean// look at your brain while im tearin you open, you chokin on your blood// thinkin i wouldnt do this to you, watch me as tear out some more tissue// straight from the coast watch out befor i make you a ghost// my skills our orignal while yours is dull ill point this ak right at your skull// nxt weapon: dildo |
ayo i kill-slow, bet this bitch will-choke//
on the front page of the news, "MC.CM CHOKES ON DILDO!!"// but that aint the half, i always get the last laugh// cuz imma strap a knife at the end and stick it right up your ass// make sure you scream n bleed, im a sick demon freak// get tweaked and kill kids with dildos before i go to sleep// next weapon-balloon |
So tis the season
listenin to this crap seems to gives me good reason..... to pop your ass like a BALLOON son you feelin this deamon..... with venomous strikes light your life i shall ignite the masses now listen up students you need more practice take it back to the classes to any that disobey im sendin ya strait to the caskets sick of these bastards now im gettin quite pissed at these fuckin hasbeens so imma end with next weapon included it shall be the HATCHETT! |
so check it u want me to kill a bitch wit a hatchet
i'll throw it at u with ure hands tied so u cant catch it shit muthafucka u gonna die i already got ure casket i'm a strap u to a wall usin ure ass for target practice then i'll take ure ass down and begin to dismember write my killa name on ure tombstone for everyone to remember yo yo next weapon is a screwdriver |
I'm a rapping mcguyver........
.....killing solo kings with screwdrivers. You facing lyrical destruction...... ......so tweak your lyric production. I'll use a screw driver to place your damn skills in reconstruction. lol simple and sweet. 10% effort imagine the whole nine yards. peace next weapon: daclassic |
yo i'm a go again playaz
check it i'll stand before this fool holdin a mirror so daclassic can see the face of his fuckin killa u can throw as many beats cuz they'll just bounce back u'll be left bloody n bruised from ure own wack attack but tru u got skillz but they gonna be ure downfall u gonna destroy ureself leavin the king standin tall next weapon: flat tyre |
About to show you the true definition of road rage
Light you up like you were center stage Beat you senseless with this flat tire Crack got you high? I got your soul higher (think about it...) Leaving you lacking air, like my weapon of choice You 6'3 now... but I leave you 5'9" like royce Next weapon: spork |
they call you shadows edge i see.
man your just another wannabe, fake ass bitch tryin to be a emcee. look at me, i can rip your heart out right in front of you thinkin its all good until i get you in my view. shoot from my 22's. each bullet hits your chest, to bad you didnt wear a vest and invest in the rest. now see i dont need to use guns to handle you, your just a punk bitch. take a spork and fuck you up until you twitch, like a bitch. lol that was weak oh well nxt weapon: ChainSaw |
yo i fill with a cainsaw but they dont call me leather face
leg over here, a rib over there. human pork chops all over the place Caution: do try and stop with a hand or genital i sliped the police a 10 and the finger, the only original next wepon:orange peel |
you fuckin up the ordeal, for real, theres more to kill/
this time might be a challenge with a fuckin orange peel/ i might not kill ya, but make you wish you were dead/ take the orange peeler and peel back the hair line on your head/ then squeez the orange juice and make burn/ till your lessons been learned/ dont step up to the mic and rap if it aint your turn/ cuz the only way your drownin kids is if your mouth is full of sperm/ next weapon= a peice of string |
Check it, this aint just a peice of string
about to fuse this shit wit some titanium wiring Creepin' up to lucky and start strangling Cutting into the skin under your chin quit struggling Give up the ghost see which homie will toast to the death of a friend know who cares most Yo and put in a good word for me up there Tell God it wasn't my fault, murder was in the air Next weapon: Magical powers |
My magical powers make me see right throught you //
So I spray wit lyrical vengenance and send three throught you // X-Ray vision causes my spits to have cat-like precision // What I'll come up wit next, you can't even invision // Next: Noose in the Ballroom lmao....wun |
Ill take your ass down wit a 24 mag.
your ass will be put in a body bag, befor i shoot you ill hang your dreams, watch your flows fall to hell, watch these nigas straight down to the ring of the bell, see i flow nonstop my shit is endless have these niggas lookin like they want to dick suck my nutz. tryin to give head quicker quicker have these niggas dead, see im nuttin to you all but i know im gonna be a legend straight from the westcoast, you all be in heaven once im done these peepz think im through thats when i raise from the dead and all kill you.Im sick like that, have these niggas all having heart attacks, 1niga 2niga 3niga 4, watch them all hit the floor, niggas wont be no more. trying to get sick wit my dick ill kill you son, tick tock tick tock Im not Even done! Sike didnt i just trick you, foo you should think twice befor you mess wit me ill have your ass layin on your comp desk bleedin from the chest. i have no clue what a noose is... soo sry if i broke the rules nxt weapon: lead pipe |
yo imma take a lead pipe, and smash your head twice/
take this nigga out tha league, taken up space, your dead life/ its heavy too, takes two hands to lift tha pole/ but when it comes down on your head, your brains fall out your asshole/ i'll beat this kid until he looks like a pile of Jelly/ and leave bandaids on your face like that pussy nigga Nelly/ |
my bad...next weapon is a keyboard
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i attack wit rhythmatic plots
my keyboard lights up i hit the buttons like connect dots to knockin and boppin ya heads wit kinetic flows yall be stoppin and droppin like panties on pathetic hoes my baselines crack snap and dislocated ya spine the drumline attach and attack to educate ya mind so my casio masterful by the way i spit and this attitude mad at you because the trackjust skip so i kill anotha an slap the motha fo the son she created when she broke a rubba cuz my keyboard lights and fire comes out yall faggots burn in hell for puttin me in doubt next weapon: skittles |
Niggaz claim 2 be hard but they hearts is little,
So I won't even pop off just help em choke on some SKITTLES, Prop your mouth open and poor a bag in your throat, As you gag and you choke tha RAM laugh and chuckle, Niggaz is that soft they don't need to get they brain blown, How sweet it is you could see death by tastin da rainbow. |
my fault
da weapon is a piece of tree bark |
One bark, Two bark,
Red bark, Green Bark Upon a chance I was handed bark. They pointed towards the target mark. "kill that man" they said with a hark. throw it like the dive of a lark! I thought no way can I make it! Its much too far even to fake it! I wasn't gonna let no crap weapon stifle my efforts to kill that man I'd do it with bark. A brilliant plan. So I brought out the ol' Huntin rifle Whitled the bark down into a bullet The genius that is of me, mullet Hollow point and .45 caliber This target was so close, right thurr! Slide the wood into the brass and took aim for the mark's ass Pull the trigger, and to my surprise his head exploded, how niiizzzee.... Next weapon: Acme Anvil |
I drop bombs like i'm ova in iraq//
And i love fuckin' wit ya gurl cause she gotta rack//1 It makes no diffrence 2 me cause i'm E-vil// I come down on u wit a ton of wieght like an Acme An-vil//2 wordz |
Still...u better Move, cuz i'm a verbally assault u wit toxic wordz
use the whole alphabet to mix up poison and infect u turdz increase my word volume so i can blow out ure ear drums whilst i'm standin strong ears plugged up wit both thumbs with nouns and adjectives straight down to the verbz i'll use every word in the dictionary to murder u herbz Next Weapon: A roller skate |
Huh to late my label mate left me with a roller skate/
I ride on bitches face, they trying to get up, trying to escape// I'm can't wait till Christmas so I can get some new blades/ So I can stroll over yall niggihz faces, with pointing edges and sharp like spades/ Ride all over ya lyriks and battles untill they fade/ A roller skate, roller blade make no difference/ Cause either way you gettin stumped out wit 4 wheels, and aftermath is ya body look- so suspicious/ They cant identify you from the wheel and roller marks that I left on ya carcus/ You should have played ya hand better, nah you lookin dumb instead of smart cuz/ Next weapon - lets see, lets get creative, a tray of ice! DO IT! |
'ice-t' nor 'ice cube' comes close to my freezin point//
my tray of ice gets em fucked like a 'blunt' joint// spread da love with my ice, freezn wacks with ice// whilst i laugh at your remains whilst the tray 'hacks n slice'// a tray of cubes'll do perfectly for the speacial occasion// not to cool the drinks, but to freeze your 'frontal possesion'// turn you into a bitch but dont worry, i can improvise// ice comes in different shapes n sizes, its inevitable you'll get pulverised// blahh, its weak.lol couldnt think of anythin usefull. lmao nxt weapon- chop sticks |
I'm comin from the chinese restaurant in a pose
Step to me and get the chopsticks shoved off up in yo nose At your funeral I'll be be sittin wit some wan-tan soup I sharpened the edges so i could murder hoes in a group Stabbed in you belly stuffed the guts all up in yo mouth So every time i feed you what i fed it comes back out Next weapon-feather duster |
fuck knives we got .45's and glocks
and grenades for tearin up them blocks dudes fuck wit us and get bitch slapped dont mes wit me cuz i rock 2 nines like sapp fuck that......mess wit me i'll hit u wit slugs ya moms will cry when she cant recognize ya mug i'll put 2 to ya chest and lay ya ass to rest u cant talk shit when u facin death.......bitch |
Feather duster-
Put away the guns, the fury, and the brute force How do you take down a mo' big as a horse? Bodyguards, security, all that and a porsche Finesee, ninja skills, and crazy moves Tickles his ass till he chokes and drools NEXT WEAPON: Klingon Battl'ith |
I am gun kill you with a Klingon Battl'ith...
Thats the weapon I gun kill you with... Dont know what it is, but it will do the job... Makes you look all bloody.. callin you a slob... THis is the end of your life you got killed... Gotta go get my Klingon Battl'ith Filled... Next Weapon - Swiffer Sweaper |
I'm a beast bruh,
Gangsta all in my features, Run in your crib and hit your bitch wit a swiffer sweeper, Or da ready mop before dinners ready or hot, Spill her blood on da floor like it's spaghetti sauce, I don't always need a gun i make tha most of what i got, Le'ts see if tha next person can handle a poisoned dart. next=poisoned dart |
look up to find a dart pasted in your thigh//
stated your will and imitate your life before you die// veins popp out look like you buffer than the hulk// look like you buy steriod tablets in the bulk// feds look for evidence// cook up books of residence// cant find me i jumped the state and become an immagrant// next weapon-duct tape |
yo ill put duct tape,
around your face, tie you up and run around wit a cape, so you sufficate, cause im crazy and dont have a concience to tell me to wait, and even if i did it was already to late, your in my basement, tied to a chair and faceless. Next Weapon: Two Giant Magnets |
I gun grap a dude and put a metal disc in his head...
grab to gaint magnets and put one on each side... It gun hurt and be painful.. prolly end up lying dead... Its gun strech your head apart.. like 20 inches wide... Thats the end of you.. throw you in a garbage bin... That see the next guy kill someone with a Rolling Pin... Next - Rollin Pin |
i'm sure ma mac-11 a take care of da job//
and da m-16 a disconnect ya prayers wit "God"//(DAMN!!) u think i'm playin i'm jus say'n shit i aint got// u fukin stupid! i'll show u da way of da glock// fuk da copz cuz dey can get dey shit pop'd// da "Tec-9" is a problem ery day on da block// ....................serious |
i jus noticed we were doin da weapon da last person pick'd ma fault got u...
i'ma catch anotha case fa who eva want it// i'm "Hood" enuff ta push a rollin pin thru ya stomach//(oh GOD!!) have u scream'n like a fag gettin fuk'd up bad// shit is real u'll wake up in a body bag// don't hate me hate da game cuz i aint playin// i'll kill a nigga easy!! feel wut i'm sayin?// next weapon- ice pick........... |
Im like biggie smalls the way I stab wit the Ice Pick ...
Stab your toung to your balls so you can give your balls a lick... Im sick.. like cancer my pick leavin you freezin... stab a couple other mother fuckers fo no damn reason... throw you in the back of my car and go full throttle... Until someone can kill me with a broken beer bottle... Weapeon - Broken Beer Bottle |
beer beer beer beer beer
fear fear fear fear fear peer peer peer peer peer I KKILLLE DYOU WITHA BROKENA BEER BOTTEL HIPPIE DETH DETH DETHD ETH DETH - next weapon: HNO3 (nitric acid) |
what the hell was that?.. you cant even rap.. looks like you only joined to have a rapperz... lol, well Ima kill you wit HNO3 now...
I am gun punish mullet to a certain degree... Cant rap gun kill her with some H-N-O-3... If you dont know what that is, its acid... gun kill you so I can go on being placid... Thats the end of you and the end of BatGirl... I wanna see the next person kill me wit a pearl... Next Weapon - A Pearl |
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