next weapon spade

i took a spade and hit my bitch i made a baricade then i got laid the police came before my girl could the police threw in a gas granade i deflected it wiv my spade man what a police raid my bitch wanted to be paid 4 the lovin so i hit her on the head and got shoveling

next wepon? herberts disrupting the patern

fuck that next weapon-turntable

this wack man got me pissed off he was a jerk/
i said didnt u see the sign'dj at work'/
he started to take pops at me tikin me off/
told him to shut it or i'd turn his brain soft/
he wouldnt stop so i knocked his ass out/
im more dangerous than an african drought/
put him on turntable used the needle and chopped his hed/
pissed off cos he turned my fly clothes red/
started a bloody mix it was wack/
wasted my time in makin this track/

next weapon - beer bottle

THIS BOTTLE OF LAGGER, GETS ME WASTED, I STAGGER/
TIL I SKIP THE BUZZ AND GO STRAIGHT TO GETTIN DRUNK/
AND THROW SOME A SLOPPY PUNCH/ AT THIS BIG DUDE AND DUCK/ SO HE HITS YOU AND GRABS THE ORIGINAL GLASS AND JAMS IT IN UR ASS/ THEN HE PULLS IT OUT AND CREATES A VISCOUS ENEMA, SENDIN YA/ ORGANS FLYIN OUT UR ANAL ORFICE/ ALL THAT'S LEFT IS A BASKET OF PORK RIBS





WEAPON=BASKET OF PORK RIBS

i got a basket of ribs, thats causen a big mess/
you got the bones stuck in ya throat so its hard to digest/
as i poke each rib through your stomach/
you look like a porkipine wit spikes sticken out of it(stomach)/
the ribs all sloppy like a crack whore/
but if you want another messy batch hit ya way to the 99 cent store/

next weapon- barbed wire

when i rap, i dont spit, i spark/ light this wire on fire and burn down the whole park/ with you in it, with eyes meltin' and the
skin with it/ left with nuthin to extinguish ya/ except for maybe this fire extinguisha

weapon=fire extinguisher

seen a dude on fire was burnin quick/
grabbed a fire extinguisher put the liquid thru it/
but dam it was filled with gas/
what a coincidence cos his lyrics were wack ass/
watched as he flamed alive wrigglin like a worm/
if this guy dont die he's got third degree burn

next weapon-- a lighter

a lighter... pull it out an' spark an idea.//
light yer hair a blaze like I like your head was a mic.//
and I, watch the mutha fucker burn 'cause I love the smell of melting flesh.//
then I saw your bitch and felt her breasts...//

lmfao.... I'm so lazy, this was like a pure time killer verse...

next weapon = jook

whats a kook nigga?

jook.... it's a knife... aka shank, blade... jail term...

i slash ur throat and body parts parted/
i stopped u rappin and rhymin before u started/
blood spurting ur body dead not hurting/
i keep stabbin u in the red rain even though u dont feel the pain/
adrenalin pumpin thru every vein revenge is what i had to gain/
slump bak drenched in blood next to the dead meat gotta go cant be seen in the street clean the blade on a nearby sheet/
got to be goin a chick i gotta meet but way things are goin time got me beat

next weapon tommy gun