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I'll use these chop sticks to drop your ass..
Stab you in both eyes, on that dish I'll pass.. Pick at your gut, slipin through both sticks.. Stab them in your dome, call them hair picks.. Wrap them around your neck with a twist of each.. Leave you in Japan, dead and bloody on the beach.. Weapon is Stupidity |
this dude left me to kill im wit my own stupidity...
his weapon reflects his mental ability... gimme a sec i can feel this dope hittin me... i'll make ya play sharks while i eat electricity... pause an think who its hertin u..or me... force feed ya sianyde an burn ya...to see... if smokin yo ashes will make me smart like how high on tv... there you go i killed u wit stupidity next time post afta puberty... fool nxt weapon.... mac donalds food |
i'm going to tell a story cause i'm in the mood
about how I killed a stillborn using Mcdonalds food first he serves me through the drivethrough, he tryin hard to promote dumb fuck gives me the wrong meal so I return it...... down his throat that food is bad anyway, he had no choice but to choke and gag so I helped him by reaching in his mouth and remove the bag it didn't help much cause he still had too much in his mouth so I just left him alone, until he passed out. his fellow mac donald workers rushed to his aid I just sped away they couldn't trace my getaway next weapon: A q-tip |
This Nigga ^ Thinking Someone Cant Rap About A Q-Tip...
So Ima Just Diss You, And With This Weapon I E-Quip... How Can You Be D Realest When U Aint Nothing But Wack... Bitch, I Attack Lyrically Cause I Dont Stay On The Sack...* So With This Q-Tip Ima Shove It Inside Your Ear... Swirl Around And The Thing So Maybe You Can Hear... I Could Kill Your Ass With Some Cotton On A Fucking Stick... I'll Only Lose To You In Voting If You Are Sucking Dick... Man Your Herb Ass Wasnt Even Worth My Time... So Ima Finish This Off With A Nice Quick Rhyme... Dog, Ima Diss You Back All The Way Back To Reality... Wait A Minute, I Mean The City With The Statue Of Liberty...** * - read sig ** - ^^ Weapon : Fax Machine |
I put yo face up to a fax machine
lean to the right to insert some greens light flashes now you can't see fuckin shit punch you in the ribs, throw you into it your fighting for your life, you know its death ill fax a pic of you to ya girl before ya last breath body slam you into the glass, bitch what? open your cut, do it again cause your fucked a shock! electricity runs through you you aint got nothing to say... do you? next weapon: a chicks tits |
I'll take her get ya in between a deadly pair of nipples
After this vicious attack your body will have dimples Take out your breath and leave your lungs on empty The last word i could use to describe you is healthy Suffocation is one path of death you could drown Color of the weapon could well be pink or brown The quote got milk would be a big understatment Why'd do that to make her go crazy and rampant Sorry man can't help you it was her weapon of choice If you could speak it would be a muffled, watered voice next weapon- Jumper Cables |
All I need to beat this nigga is some jumper cables..|
Bitch is 14, still reading bed-time story fables..||* So I'm just gonna post 6 lines cause thats all it takes..| He likes School -- what did you think?..||** So after the death of Dope Name, I'll give him a new name..| Something like MC Wack, or maybe something like Wack Game..|| ..|Weapon|.. ..|Playing Card (like poker cards)|.. ]Explanationz[ * - check his profile.. ** - ^^ |
^only if i was fourteen, those were good days
This newbie talks like he's got the gifts, he's got S.A.R.S Left me with ..|Playing Cards|.. whats with the bars I'll open the plastic and let the lethal paper fly by The blood tears trickle down your face, i made it cry Pickin' up 52 body parts plus deck of insicion pain Now these cards are no good, they got blood stains Those cards were sharp like a white sharks tooth We can see you scattered up in th sky booth this was gay, very next weapon: a bottle of Mountain Dew... |
Take this bottle of Mountain Dew and cracked your head..
Snapped your neck back, I just leave you yellow and dead.. They might as well call you Mello, same shit in a diffrent rapper.. The dew I hit you with, leaves you sick pukin in the crapper.. Your dead, your blood runs cold, just one weapon your nothin but bone.. I don't know what your family will write and put above you on cut stone.. Your dead and gone, burried along the way with all my other victums.. Now that you leave this earth go upstairs, and hear gods dictums.. Weapon = Knowledge |
hold a dictionary in front of a pistol you see it plain
pull trigger slug flys embedding knowledge into your brain now you have the intellect but, lack the brain power insane but still smart enough to murk this coward you'll hurt this hour when you feel the wrath ya paths straigtens bullets impale yah frame while sendin ya ass to meet satan... ^lame^ but, wtf could I do with just 6 lines next weapon: cotton ball |
ill force cotton balls in every facial oriface
I know you cant take any more of this you cant breath youll choke to death while i sit back and do meth once your dead ill smash in oyur head wow that sucked next weapon: Hair comb |
Comb the streets lookin for you
Beat you with the haircomb dude Use it on you, dyin ya hair red Drive-by combin and now ya dead A redhead, with blotches here and ther Gave you a mullet but you dun care lmfao Nex weap-baseball hat |
This baseball hat I bend over you head to keep it folded..
I didn't know how else to keep you from writting letters bolded.. Just one chance to Kill with Bill, use it to cut your neck.. Cover your eyes and your own car you hit a tree and wreck.. Many ways to use this weapon and you'll still die a horrid death.. You die bloody and rotten, a drug head diein from a addiction to meth.. Next Weapon= Headphones |
Headphones-
dim' head phones?, ya wont ya head gonez
rip'em off snap'em, an make sharp prones Stab ya eyes while hearin faint crys I wont Sympathize, slit ya throat An dare ya' ta' rap anotha' note dragged by my boat, cuz dead rhymes dont FLOAT nxt wep: Wielded Rage |
Wielded Rage I have inside my heart, it was there to start..
Put me in a cage with this kid right here and I rip him apart.. Beat him with the rage that beats in my heart beat.. I use it to make him crouch on his knees and praise my feet.. Killed him with something that's intangable and yet he's touched.. Ripped off his left leg, but I left him dead didn't leave him cruched.. Weapon= reclining chair |
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