With the wackness some Kats bring i feel i gotta foul-em..
but the only weapon i got is this fuckin outkast album..
i get the CD and throw it at them..and it gets stuck in there head..
i keep the cover so i can throw it too jus if they aint dead..
but if that dont work i show him the pic of Andre and he surely gon die..
cause the uglyness of that bitch could make an dim sim fry..

Next Weapon= a tree twig

I'll fuckin was your mouth out wit soap, make you sniff mounds of dope,
noose you up in some strong rope,
hang you and stay there and listen to you choke, your in a hangmans float,
feet kickin head turnin blue, show you what early niggas went through,
show you whos who, cuz i'm the reeper of this shit,
and if you don't like it ya'll could suck my dick!!!!!


next weapon: meat clever

Ill handle this "beef"..with a verbal Meat-Cleaver..
Start swinging it at you..and you'll be a peace-seeker..
Hold-you-down..and show-you-now..that i dont play-around..
Raise the cleaver up...and leave ya body parts lay-n-out..
Listen to you scream-n-fear..and i see-ya-tear..as i make one last cut..
Right across ya neck..severing ya head..i guess ya didnt have good luck

Next Weapon-- a TV

im strong enuff to swing this tv round my head bitch/
and smash the screen on your head while its still full of electric/
take out the shards of glass and re arrange your smile/
put the sharp diodes down your throat, and let you choke a while/
tie the cord to ya mums ankles and then violently rape her/
put the box on her ugly features...then read the newspaper/
to see wots on tv...aaahh shit i just broke it/
told you not to turn it over..my bad...damn you provoked shit/

next weapon........foremans grillin machine(in red)

you always wanted to be a star, so i put you in the screen/
whilst i smash ya face through it, as i ignore ya screams//

well its ya chance to shine................. show the world ur a star/
but u'll only be remembered,as the 1 who got merked, wit TV in a few bars//

u's a 'remote controlled' herb,same shit old listining/
i turn the volume down, an make sure no 1 is listening//

next weapon: a lightning bolt

im the type to strike a dude twice at once/
one in each ear so ya thoughts can crunch/
let em simmer in ya mind so ya brain can feel the rush/
cuz me shockin you is the only was u can strike a punch/
willibob....i'll have this dude layed out/
who else can get brollicked by a weapon thats played out?/


next weapon: birdhouse....

damn aprentice u been duckin the 2 on 2 for a minute/
i'll kill u with a hearse and not even put u in it/
fuck a hearse, i'll straight chop u up 1000 parts/
my styles an art, paint a picture with whats left of ya heart/
then burn dude to ashes, u sense hot flashes/
then drive u to the ocean so u can lay wit my past hits/

FUCK YOU



GameTime...


next weapon: aprenticekid15's remains

havent rapped in a while, so i might be rusty
but not as musty as the kids corpse is crusty
but trust me, his bloods fouler than the illest of crips
left bullets thru his carcass, hes takin millions of hits
u feelin it bitch? hit u so much, ill leave u bleeding
like me ur freezin, give u 3 reasons u need to see me
.... [1]bang, [2]bang, [3] bang

next weapon: an afro

Ill scalp ya...just to get your...afro off ya head..
Leaving ya bald..ya just a embarrassment cause ya face red..
Hit you with it...till you get knocked out..
Shove the afro in ya face..covering ya mouth...
Listen to you choke..until you croak..cause i brought death..
With your own hair..it wasnt fair..but hey this weapons next..

Next Weapon-- A Axe

Thanx for tha axe, here take my nik nakz,
sit and relax while i chop off ya sacks,
I aint payin no death tax, stop makin dumb acts//
Next thing i gonna do is chop off ya head,
guess what your dead!//
I hope wit dis next weapon,
you can teach me a lesson//

Next Weapon: Firby Toy

Ill hit you over the head...with the furby..
while you yelling..."Masta please dont hurt-me"..
Keep bashing you..until ya face caves-in..
Hit you all over ya body..until ya lay-thin...
and ya still on ya...one last breath..
I take the furby..and shove it in ya chest...

Next Weapon-- A Whip

Replied to the wrong page....will drop one soon.

I'm poppin shots, you better duck and cover man/
Fuck glocks, your gettin rocked by my rubber band/
Understand, your mother was truthful. no lies? no doubt/
Releasin these rubber bands, both your eyes? They're out/
Scream and shout to no avail, and this rubber's stale/
Hardened and I'll crease it, then stab you till your bones impaled/
Get thrown in jail, but I'll face the music and face the weather/
Cuz no matter the outcome, Diamond Mindz'll band together/


That was hard, lol

Next Weapon: Superballs

I got super balls..
The nut soakin inside so long I bust shots that'll bust a hole..
atcha temple worst than a dimple it went straight thru..
Hit a couple a by standers and kill'tcha whole cru..
.....Expiration date....Days limited to a few....
You wont make it to another post ya lifes due....
you headed to be deaded damn close beheaded...
The lead shots when I bust nuts splatter ya guts and your lifes ended.


Next weapon: the 'SUBMIT REPLY' button

Writin' vicious rhymes, time afta time/
Killin' herbs fo fun when I hit 'Submit Reply'/
It's like pullin' the trigger
lettin' a bullet fly/
My words pierce through you,
vocabulary makin' ya momma cry/
Reload the chamber, pushin' the clip in slow/
let me submit dis shit, die bitches, I gotta go.

Next weapon: land mines

^I meant the rubber superballs...mingya. What kinda fuckin weapon?

Spit ultraviolet with a light so violent it'll blind this bitch/
Give your mind a twist with so many holds your replies submit/
A disguised kid, tryin to hide and shit, till I find this glutton/
Strap a bomb to your chest, then start to push your buttons/
What then? you think your tight enough to step to my type?/
Shakin and shit when you see me finish and submit my reply/

That sucked...but so did the weapon.

Next Weapon: Feather Duster