Ill go to the movies and buy a ticket..
Look at you n say. Imma kill you with it..
Paper cut your eyes so you cant see right..
Dont put up a fight, ya gonna die tonight...
try with all my might, to paper cut ya neck..
Slice n Slice at it so you face your death..

Next Weapon: Nail Clippers

Slice and dice with razor blades that shaves+ya+legs?
Naw man I got nail clipper to erase+ya+fags,
Little blade don't slit nothin unless you use+it+right,
Visectmy the hard way, ouch, abuse+ya+tight,
Slide it under toenails just to inflict+pain,
Squeeze at ya scalp just till I hit+brains,
Make you bit down and clip off ya own tong,
Call me sick and twisted, but I also own+guns,
Until you scream right the dicin+prevails,
Make ya think twice bout bitin+ya+nails,
I pray a cracka say I gotta a hang nail or check out my cuticles,
Body pierce you late at night, in bed or at your office cubicles,
Kill the nois stop the beef it's as easy as 1-2-3,
Killin people, though, easy as givin nail clipper to me.

Next Weapon -- Rusty Spoon

these rhymes fall clean, punish any cat that said he resolves things,/
go home eat some beans, and crush with a spoon "one mean saltine",/
rip off ya knees with stealth,/
freeze the spoon, make you lick it, rip ya tongue off til you bleed to death,/

next weapon: cup noodles

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Or I grab a cup a noodles and spit like it's a MIC, super heating contents of which I'll pour out ya life/

Fade to black, just -2- turn out ya lights, dim-ly lit wit-A-poodles Spit ya 'Whacked' at very first sight/

Kind of like ya manhood and sexing ya wife, Fucked by a NOODLE a-DICK-tions penitrating ''Whore-A-fists'' Right?/

While ya pensate ^that, ya flesh is melting like butter soft raps roasting over my open flames/

For there is no 'Whackered' that my heated cup couldn't tame, Prada "G" is what ladies wear... I knew you was a dame!/




Next weapon: silly string...(you know the stuff you spray out the can at kids b-day parties)

oh my god, dog's like this dude are poodles, i kill these things,/
fill their breathers with silly string, you choking by any means,/

i'll chew thru this man like cannibals, you're plainly gharbage i'll dismantle you,/
ya whole style is tangible, i'm the rapping hannibal,/

you the type that get evicted from section eight homes, paying ya rent hardly,/
i spit lethargy at your face, watch you explode at your birthday party,/

i go lick for lick, coming with sickness,/
then spit sick with quick hits shit on ya fucking script bitch,/

next weapon: dildo

Ill Take This Dildo to Any " pussy " Who Crosses My Path //
Ill snap it In half And Shove Half In Your Mouth And Half in your Ass //
I Step On The Gas , And I Tear Up the Track And Leave Tar //
Hit You So Hard With This Dildo Youll Be Seein Fuckin Stars //
Im The Sikkest , You Bitches Step To Me //
Not Knowin I Have A Dildo In my Arsenal of Weaponary //

Next Weapon = Stuffed Animal

Ill pick up a stuffed animal and beat you with it..
Hit you with it and leave ya feeling like a misfit..
Keep hitting you till the stuffing goes flying...
Wrap your face in stuffing, soon you'll be dying..
Shove some stuffing down your throat so ya cant breathe..
Listen to ya gurgle as ya choke cause ya like i soon seize..

Next Weapon: Sleeping Bag

here here children, gather round the fire
grab the smores, string marshmallows on your wooden wires
me? i not your damn counselor, fuck his faggot ass
i stashed him in the back of vans, strangled wit a sleeping bag
and the lady leader, i peeped her ass...
said fuck it, we aint fuckin... merked her wit the one shoutin "Superman"
so fuck a ghost tale, i aint gotta damn story to tell
so when i cant till no body else, the next nigga will

Next: Jaws of Death

Ill grab ya by ur chest and groin wit sum jaws of death/
and at the same time take both ya balls and breath/

Cause n effect I'll wreck ya wit 2 chrome techs/
Spittin lead til ya whole sets in death/

Gray brains on gray pave, I'll send ya ta hell/
Drag ya ass in the bushes leave guts for a trail/

next weapon: Hamster

I'll tie the tails of two hamsters injected with the Ebola/
together like numchucks swinging on this dumb fuck/
have your body flakier than a Granola/
It's Sizz the unorthadox undertaker/
got a rodent named Ben that I let in the house of haters/
trained to kill on commad and spill the gutzz of a man/
you'll see a thousand eyezz when shit hit the fan/

kill em wit a wack verse

Mike Blaze bout ot have a lot in common wit Richard Geer,
When I take this Hamster and shov it up his rear,
Fuckin Queer, let the thing crawl inside, now hows that feelin?
Hamster go though you head when I toss it off the Empire state Building,
Might use it's tale to choke ya, provoke ya,
Then use little ass claws to poke ya,
Shoot it out a patato gun and let it smoke ya,
Make ya choke to death if ya ain't atin like ya supposed ta,
And thats after I pull it back out ya ass covered wit streaks,
What cha gonna do bout it? NUTIN YER WEAK!

Next Weapon -- Coffee Mug/cup

Ill pour a nice hot cup of coffee..
Pour it on you n ya cant stop me..
Then bash you with the damn mug..
Hit you till ya cant fucking stand up..
Keep hitting you cause i beat this...
Have you saying..whats up jesus...

Next Weapon: A Tie

hey dad, sorry i had to tell u was a fag
ill only allow u too leave this house in a body bag
grab u by the throught ill use ur tie to choke.
i misspoke the sick joke, ive got u hanging by a thread or to be more realistic, hanging from ur bed by ur tie ur dead.

next weapon: smoke


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Choke on smoke when you toke the loke,
Leave yer lungs broke and croaked,
Revenge is sweet, like a goody two shoes,
Kill ya wit laced shit, green and blue brews,
Knock ya of yer legs, shit hit like smoke grenades,
Like you on the noose at the end of a rope for days,

Next weapon -- hair brush

When i comb the streets lookin fo a fool ta snare
i be lookin fo the kid with the fucked up hair
no need for the brush cept ta smack ya like I'm crazed
but you wun ahve any hair to brush after I set it ablaze
I'll beat ya down with the brush so whoever next combs their head
Will not only have nice hair, but also a nice shade of red

next weapon: a sharpie (pen)