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first i take the brush to clean off ur yellow grill
them aint gold's son thats plaque lets keep it real why u bustin on feeble,ur the one who might be gay or just a confused lil boy,who's sexuality went astray please do me a favor,take the vacuum house out ur ass thats just plain sick yo,you could get feeble to do that. lol next weapon:a bag of dead kittens |
First ill put on my mask and some fucking mittens
then ill throw you on the ground and beat you wit this bag of kittens My mind is outta wack im beatin you wit felines cause i own no rats Im no baseball player so i aint got no bat the claw sticking out will tear ya clothes to rags And when im done i will add yo ass to the bag Next weapon.....Police Caution Tape |
me and u headin to the neighborhood weedman,
u pull out some loot and i think damn im hurtin as we head past this old burnt down apartment complex i quickly snatch up and grab some police caution tape wrap it up real tight swing it round ur neck hold u till u quit moving took ur money and flexed next weapon:some corn flakes |
i heard you fuckin,now you hearin me too
ill suck air out your lungs like hellium baloons snag ya girl, cause she a whore give da bitch free room n board, get sum spoon n dome an while a wax dat ass, have you watchin through a plasticbag gaspin fast, an right before blood bust through skin ill throw you in a gust of wind, aiight enough of dis ill jus open ya chest, now you really "catchin your breath" weapon: buffalo{prefably stuffed, for safety reasons} |
i gots sum buffalo meat
this gun b one thing u cant cheat yo death, make u choke slab of meat glogs ur throt gon make u croak and thats tha end of this joke that opened his mouth and spoke poppin nuthin thinkin he gon b sumthin u must b huffin cuz only when ya high u think u a guy jus killed dis fool wit buffalo now say bye bye like duece biggalo next weapon: ur teeth |
im like jeffrey dahmer of this game,hannibal lectur of these raps
slice a flab off your skill chomp it up and toss it back. u taste like molded cheese,u aint even worth eating i wouldnt touch u with my teeth,u look like ur diseased kid it's decontamination for you guy,radioactive rhyme spitter kenoras are you a girl?cause u remind me of mrs.cleaver next weapon:roach clips |
ima grab da roach clips dis Kat left me//
stab u in both eyes so u cant see// make u scream in pain// wit da subject u left me u wished u wouldnt have// now its gonna be a longer and painfull death// now da next Kat gonna try and kill me wit da weapon i hav left// Next Weapon-lyricall gun |
my words are weapons like d-12 said
spit out some vocals decapitate ur head severed body parts from my crucial lyrics lock u up in my trunk,roll u over the bridge bye-bye Mc-uski sorry had to be so verbal shoulda walked away,coulda smoked u some herbal next weapon:crucifix |
Anono steps in the cypher murderin-dudes//
torturin-you like germans-an-jews, til ya cervix-is-blue// im absurd-an-this-crude for a purpose// i come with that say a word-an-get-screwed type of service// makin people nervous like Vertical Limit// but i don need to give you a thermos with nitrous up in-it// ill have ya body full-of-pain faster than a bullet-train// as i make you turn the color that would drive a bull-insane// im the brutalist, rush you from behind with a crucifix// hard enough to make alquida soldiers break and loosen-lips - GYEAH ------1------- Anonomous Next Weapon: Mustard Gas |
put the money in the bag b'fore i let loose this bomb
terrorism electronically wit lyrical psalms cus this aint a squad op ya'll aint gon last let go the mustard gas outta this bag wit a blast an ya only hope is if the peice on ya chain is a mask cus i juss went nazi technique on ya ass... next - cheese |
I stepped into this battle thinkin no weapons allowed..
Frontin on this bitch about to make yall proud.. He reached for a bat so i hadta make due.. All i had on me was week old cheese fondue.. Either way jammed it in his face..his eyes and his mouth.. Suffication and immediate sight lose is what thats about..1 You got a baseball glove and a ball.. |
dis Kat above me left me a baseball glove and ball//
now dis guy gonna get slapped and a ball thrown at his head// next day found dead// at da baseball ground// i got away wif ur murder i was neva found// stupid cops i left a letter saying i murdered him From UsKi// Next Weapon :a rusty blunt sword |
Ill stick a rusty sword through your scalp....
Watch the blood pourin out your mouth... The loss of blood knocks you the fuck out... I'll Rip your chest and pull your heart out from your mouth... Put you on the table fill you up with fermaldihide.... Smellin the nasty stink thats coming from inside... Im out.. Next Weapon: NEXTEL (Phone) |
Man wen u com to mi house trying to kill me//
I'll grab mi Nextel phone and hit ya in da head// Keep hitting ya until ur Dead// Crack ur head open look at tha Blood Shed// So think again Be4 u com to kill me// just remember i am da 1 da only Uski// Next Weapon: a broom stick |
i've figured a benefit 4 both of us w/ a broomstick
i'l beat u in tha stomach till u finally become sick i reallly didnt do it 2 help u i just like tha violence so i hit u w/ tha stick till u scream w/ pain & finally die in silence break tha broomstick ova ya head & crack ya membrane let tha hospital call ur house & tell ur mom u've suffered 4rm damage 2 tha brain next weapon=piece of toilet paper |
hay yo
i grab this toilet paper to shove down your mouth/ jammin it down til you ralph/ now im laughing as you gasp for air/ i dont care/ waitin for you to collapse/ me killin you is such a relax/ (next weapon- pen) |
lotsa things i can do to you with a pen,
ill draw flowers all over you just to begin, next up is the infamous nose piercing for free, sorry bout the big hole,and all the excess bleeding i'll sew it back together with a hypadermic needle, there all better,did i mention now u have hepatitis c too. next weapon:double headed dildo |
Don't make me Dick slap ya twice, once for luck and ~D~ other ~4~ Life/
I'll kill this Flaming Fairy Faggot with his Double Headed Sword/ A Double Sided Dildo w/Fancy Furry Grips Hear him screaming O-Lord/ That's a tounge Twister cuz we know your tounging 'Mister', ~N~ stealing dildo's from ya sister/ I'LL RAM YA WITH THAT DILDO UNTIL YA ASS BEGINS TO BLISTER/ NOW THAT'S A 'SHITTY' WAY TO DIE, DEATH THRU YA 'PRIVATE-EYE/ NEXT WEAPON= HOT CURLING IRON |
u shoulda gave me a wepon of choice..now its up to emagination
ill sew ur mout shut so u could think about the wack shit ur sayin this is my wepon of choice now motha fucka..u hear my piercing ur wack..so ill put some scare into ya..when i sew u into a fierce being so pear in me..n take a look into something grate... cuz with this machine...a sewing isnt the only think ill be putin ta ya face.. next wepon...fishing rod |
ill grab tha fishing rod u gave me and ill start bashing u//
man its so bendy ima whip lashing u// then i start getting bored so i stab u with it// then i hear a cop siren and run like shit// saying yaz wack just got u a hired hit// man this guy say he got skilled but he just got killed// Next Weapon : A shoe |
my *shoe* leave blood prints/ from knockin muggs in/ heads get trampled underneath like rugs get/ wit musket locked/ punks get dropped/ harder than a slut gets cocked/ one up this shot/ mc bass got this whole shit locked....
next weapon: poison dart |
hay yo im gonna enjoy this start
cause i get to kill mother fuckers wit a poison dart destroy this mark wit a full disguise throwin darts at this bitch like aimin for a bullseye you feel the venom pentetrate and you die slow left a vegetable..........like terry schiavo..... next................... a beer can |
i got my beer can by my side/in da ride ready ta do a mutha fukkin drive by/ ride up on dey side/thro da beer can at there eye/now they crying lying there praying ta god dat they aint dying man i feel like im flying/high in da sky wit da beer can by my mutha fukkin side/i look around and all i see is beer cans flying around/i look up/i look down and i see a man crying/ so i hand him a full beer can and he drank it/ now he is up in da air screaming i juss dont give a care/
NEXT WEAPON~ CLAM |
first off fuck you,yea im an alkoholic
call me drunken masta or pillatonic eithier way ur goin down for the count 1,2,3,strikes son ur out finish my beer and rip it open with a knife corner of a beer can slit r throat that ended ur life next extension cord |
Ima hang you wit an extension cord plug it in so maybe you can cause some static/
pull u in so i can add u 2 my collection in the attic// im doin the world sum good cuz ima deletin another faggot/ im tryin 2 quit cuz im startin 2 make this shit a habbit// i rather distroy you verbaly cuz jail is something i cant afford/ but dont forget i never hesate 2 reach 4 my extension cord// next weapon:tire iron |
take the tire iron,toss it through ur windshield why ur driving
disfigured face and a loss of teeth is how you dieng take you in the woods throw bleach and gasoline all ova ya skin pigment albino,light the match and poof!ur torched son all we have left is a few bones but mostly ashes i piss on it to put it out,then im gone like favre passes. next weapon:steaming hot grits |
yo i got this grits, no doubt and it's steamin-hot/
so once i touch ya face it'll burn and i repeat it allot/ until i burned ya face off, then i'ma toss it down/ grab my shovel and knock ya into the middle of what was that round?/ fuck it ya bouta drown, cuz i put ya under the water/ won't let ya come up for air and that's how i get rid of pill-boy taken from pill-father/ ask the mom and she overdosed, too bad ya were born next mornin ya comatose/ next weapon:protractor |
yo i'ma ta take tha rotractor and rip ya in half/
u b like a protractor, b a circle but cut in half/ look, b happy, u now a member of fear factor, and sum filthy trash/ u shitty rap acter, get ready to get slashed/ i'ma like a raptor, and i'ma kill u wit my gas/ ur ass iz rashed, and u lost ur class/ back up before ur my next victom of a dine and dash/ next - rusted spoon |
I think that it's time that I showed you some old skool cutlery,
i put a rusted spoon in ya neck, give ya lock jaw, now talk back ta me/ knifes might cut ya, but wiv this spoon I scrape out ya brains, that's a small meal so i make spaghetti out of ya veins/ if ya take this weapon from me i call you 'Uri Ghellar', cos you standin there nothin but a 'spoon bender'/ next weapon - pool cue Dont Post Links Here TR |
i'ma take take this pool cue and sharpen tha end
grip it in my hands and stick it up ur rear end bend over, its not a game, u say u take my veins hows that when its a pain game, its shame that u in my rein i'ma leave u slain, and let tha acid rain change ur shape long and thin, like a pool cue, now listen up ur death is due, tha sky is blue, and well u smell like a shoe so i'ma pool this fool, wit my cue, and let u moo like a animal next- a mouse |
duck tape ur mouth,tie u to a chair wit razor wire
beat ur head with my computer mouse,tryin to convince u to retire get a clue kenoras,why do i have to keep repeating myself ur rapping is beyond gay,its like u need profesional help if i could give u some pills to help u they'd have to be rat poison thats the only thing that could help,kill u off,ceasing the noise trick next weapon:a plastic bag |
shoulda left a weapon u fuckin foreign trashy whore
i replyed for ur battle,lets do it,so i can school ya boy just dont cry when ur defeated,cuz u sure aint gonna win the best place for u to hide,would be in P.C. in the county pin. u aint shit but a rat,lower life scum to be exact keep playin in my face dont be surprised when i attack next weapon:a caramel apple |
this dude calls himself a 'foreign trasy whore'//
he leaves a plastic bag as a weapon from the post before// a ~flamming~ caramel apple hits u in tha face// u don't know what hit you, this is a turtle race// this dude disses himself, like the herb he is// beatin off to his mom, he collects and drinks his jiz// he's right, he aint shit but lower life scum like he says// damn boy u fuckin crazy you about ta get a visit from tha feds// for rapin ya lil sister like that u know ur fucked up in tha head// ~Next Weapon~ A horny toad |
your bitch-ass is gonna-learn not to-use *copedout-lines*//
eminem... 8 mile... dawg this is *the-new-times*// you should realy switch *your-mode*, spit in *morce-code*// this is a turtal race... naw this just a *horny toad*// GO HORNY GO, hump this bitch's *brains-out*// I won't need to spit-no-more... he's just been *fazed-out*// next - iceicle stick |
the most perfect murder weapon,is the one that melts after use
yaz got done in with icecicles,waters all thats left for views who done it?they'll never know,no fingerprints remain yaz is just a statistic,his life was charged to the game oh well,another body to add to my count of murda's just a day round my way,killin of anotha nerd cuzz! next weapon:magic mushrooms |
Dont worry I get to da weapons. My Fists and Guns
ur shit so borin dats why da crowd snorin brah, I'm too hot I'm on fire like california, I take pitchas and usually not smilin fo ya, I stay muggin like da mascot fa georgetown hoyas// awhile ago a coupld niggaz tried frontin me, I'm by myself and dey think dey gon be rushin me, it's 3 of yall niggaz and it's only one of me, dat's why erywhere I go I holda gun on me// and when I pull out da steel I know datchull shout dawg, I'ma viscious gun slinga I'm known as an outlaw, and lemme tell u niggaz right now nah I'm not a souf paw, but I gotta lef hook dat'a knock ur fuckin mouf off// now who gon hate it when yall niggaz mutalated, cuz I blew outcha brains so I could see wutchu was thinkin, now da police is comin da red and blue is blinkin, who woulda thought in da end it'a be da studen teachin// |
Kevlar coated my skin is un-slashable
Diagnostic..killer..pouncin to grab at you My style is stainless like 12 inch razors Tearin through ya face makin un-holy changes Ya orifices'l leak as ya sweat ya mind Life in my clutchs..n ya debt is mine lol Next: Claw |
whats up with all these idiots freeposting
come in here,no weapon,just ego boasting this dude dont even know how to spell krueger disgrace to rap and horror movies,what a loser i'd rip off his head and poor talent down his throat certainly needs it just look at what he wrote! Next weapon:chopsticks |
yo watch me slit ya eyelids wit sharp chopsticks
then eat ya retenas like tibetan as-ians im not playin got these 2 like small staffs either use em to stab or miniature baseball bats CRACK damn, shit broke, it was meant for fried rice but i'll use these new sharp points to indent ya sliced eyes next weapon: a guitar string |
step up on the creep thought u was watchin ya back
i caught ya ass on tha sneek dressed in all black left the instrument at home but the string wrapped round two fingers pulled tight around ya breather so no air will linger its cut burns deep but i doubt u'll notice cus u lived juss long enuff to feel the back of ya neck twist next up: a coffee |
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