so dis the weapon u be leavin me/
a pearle to kill this G killaz mc/
let me show u a way..it's ez/
shove it down his throat while he's a sleep/
inhale exhale u'll soon be dead bitch/
this pearl..carries white golds hits/
u begin to choke, i'm suckin on ure moms tits/
night night have a nice sleep bitch/


Weapon- a marble

of all the moronic weopons you compose//
you chose to get a marble choked up in ya nose//
you rose to fame in surgical history//
one snort off a marble u livin in misery//
so much annoyance u decide to end it//
suicide is ur only choice, doctor reccomended//
unless u grow out ur hair surgery is unattractive//
grow up with a broke nose like micheal jackson//

next weapon- carpet knife

Fuk a box cutter...dis Carpet knife will claim ya life-
Leave K4p reachin in a tunnel of bright white...light-
Yeh that's Right.....
Carpet munchin whore....feel the wrath of my sliced up floor...
When I pull an rip hardcore...watch ya own blood pour...
Life's in a blur....
Who woulda thought.....life at it's end.....witta harmless tool,
God damn fool....shoulda lived life to it's fullest..steada sippin O'doul's....

next weapon....
Crayon

back in the first grade, I use to be a slave to the rave/ I smack kids with building blocks, but they were to quick to break/ so I started a search that involved ouigy boards and grandma Saiyons/ but instead, CueBalls bitch ass came out with a box of Crayola Crayons/ but I was down, quick to kill at skewl/ Mr. Hilton tryed me, so I sayed "fuck it" and stabed the fool/ wrote my name on his chest, was like "Carlos waz here"/ then colored his skin a bit, or at least till it started to disapear/

Next weopon...
Turtle

Im In Luck This Is My Weapon Of Choice/
Cuz Its Shaped Like The 1923 Oldschool Rolls Royce/
When I Bash It Against My Grandmas Skull It Makes Almost No Noise
But I Feel Sorry For The Turtle To Say The Least/so I'll Nurse It Back To Health And Become A Lifetime Member Of Green Peace

Next Weapon: Hersheys Milkshake Cookie's And Cream Bottle
With A Family Of Cocaroaches Engaging In Incest On The Bottom As Your Mom Takes A Sip Of The Vermon Semen

^ uh ok ..

I got a lethal bevarage garunteed to Kill Fakes
wit a Poisen Bottle of Roaches in a Milkshake
just Swallow it All the taste of bugs that Wobble and Crawl
laying larva eggs inside your Bodie to hatch
make u think twice next time before Drinking that Crap

blah ..

weapon Spear

nasty
 

im here to run dis cypher and i know yall dig me/ with a spear in my hand, put it through ya skull like an african pygmee/stabbin everyone on tha island accept tha ones with tha leper disease/fuk it i'll throw it at a distance till they fall to their knees/
and battlin be with my weapon of choice would be like u being lil jon without the eastside boys.

next weapon: finger with a slimy booger and a bleeding hangnail on the tip
secreted with coochie juice and estrogen :nono:

I leave em with shitty feelings...
And make cats produce a fart]
Trying to be brave, stab you in the chest with a spear to reduce ya heart]
My insanity has never been debated]
Dawg you ain't gotta be fucked to be penetrated]
No remorse with a brainless kill]
I'm a clean killer, that's why I stab cats with stainless steel]

Next weapon= microwave

Strategie,
When Killin Pussy's Knife's-And-Blades-Are-A-Waste, So My Strategie Is To Drop A Micro-Wave-On-Ya-Face..
Postin Above Me Was Ya Gravest-Mistake, Now We'll See How You Behave-When-You-Baked..
He's Already Dead So I Aint Gotta Waste A Good-Smack, See How Quickly I Cooked-Strat..
Without A Glance Or Even A Look-Back, He Got Nuked Too Long Now The Melon Under His Hood-Cracked..
Who Thought This Bitch Could-Last, He The Type Of Emcee Anyone Should-Smash..
I'm Glad We Did This Cuz I Needed A Good-Laugh, I'm Just Sorry I Had To Leave Ya Redder Then Suge's-Ass..


*He's Dead*


NeXt Weapon: Vocab

Yo, you better run quick, go catch a cab,
Cus I dont need no fuckin weapon to mame u, I'll use my vocab,
Cus its like an armoured boot and I'll kick u with its toe-cap,
Put the charge on my card or sign me to a charged tab,
Cus I'll be workin on shit with eminem "straight from the lab"
My words will stamp on you like they weigh over 245 l-b's,
Even with the venom I spit with my A B C's it'l feel like the urin burin, stings when u pee,
I guess my words are like a sexually transmited desiese,
Goes undetected, spreads, and ur infected with herp-ee's
But Bitch, oh please, get down on ur knee's..
Dont lick my pussy, ur there to beg to the earth,
Cus my mouth, it gives birth to a verbal content,
And my spit ejaculates like a nigga's when he's spent,
Every fucker in town should fear my tongue,
Shout at the landlady and make her forget the rent,
I'm givin it up for lent... next year,
So until then ur next weapon is being queare (gay)

I fuck lil kids in they ass like an RnB singer/ I touch senier citizens in they privates and take nasty pictures like an african ninja/ I shot Elton in the ass with a blow dart/ then tappd that so hard, it took him a week to fart/ Im nasty minded, like Celine Dion writtin lyrics/ I taught R. Kelly everything he knows, Bill Cosby wanted classes/ I nutted in this kids meal, and farted on his glassess/ Talkin about gaynes'll get my mouth split/ Albis a homosexual, He forced me to write this shit/

Next Topic......Chaicing lil kids in nothin but a Tube sock and a Jason mask while hold a machetti that you stole from the school caffetirea.

Huh...warning warning bad lyrics scorning real bad/
Eye dentdy postin mo shit...damn this bitch is sad/
Put ur mind to it Bitch...y u think this Dog's mad?/ (me)
Seein shit u put out...actually makes me glad/
That i aint that wack commitin all ur attention to that keystyle/
Wit a record like that...no wonder u wild/
Warning this faggots nutin but a problem child/
Better spank yo ass...better make it yo face/
Beat u wit a bat...and spray u wit po po's mace/
U pussy man i aint puttin my attention into this/
I had too much alcohol like my avatar...i really need a piss/
PM me again wit a diss/
It's yo ass mommy and daddy r gonna miss/
WARNING :thumbup:

-No weapon left.

Ok Weapon= Condom

Aight

I met this chick from rb called alicia
I always confused her with felicia
She sexy when she licks her lips
we do any position she never flips
1 day i was so high, i busted twice
she moaned and said damn that was nice
she neva gave me head even with a condom
I guess she used to it like any other fanthom

Weapon: Milk Bottle

Milk Bottle.

Load it with 2% Twist the Cap
I need my Nutrients if i plan to Rap
Keep it hidden in my Diaper
Im a Crazy Netcee a iLL Typer
Cruise by on the Tric. Spray u down
Lick the Nipple drive off to My town

Weapon:Webster Dictionary

I am lookin tru alphabetic order
...Every letter it it gets colder
..Abcde...i am spittin magic
fghij..cant even spell aint that tragic
I hate webster thats a fuckin dictionary
Blindman cant see call me deadly Visionary


Weapon: Plastic duck...lol

Ight

Step out of the Bath Tub
Dp gives me a back rub
Grab the Duck and me and DP Fuck
With luck i wont get stuck
I own that shit keep it Locked Down
Git up in upside down all around.

Weapon: Floppy disc

time to program your death
so other cats can copy
I'll monitor your last breath
detaching your juglar vein from the floppy
disc'd ya cyst, cuz I was bored with my knife
control, alt, deleted the last seconds of ya life

Weapon: butter knife

I swear I kill u with butter knife
U a ghettochild already in strife
Nyce i put u in twilight zone
abracadabra..poof and u gone
am deadly unstopable i split yo wig
stop runnin around(Avy) u suck like yo sig

Weapon: Viagra...lol

Viagra:

Pop the Pill Drink Some Water..
Then im Off to Fuck Ur Daughter..
8 Inches of Caucasian Death..
Im UP on Viagra and Crystal Meth..
Im in and Out Girls across the States..
As big as i am No wonder u dont get dates..

Weapon=Light Switch

light switch flipped on, see tha boobys/
light switch is the only thing between a ugly bitch and beauty//
put a chill in ya heart, flip tha switch and i kill in tha dark/
but this hip-hop remains the same with the switch-off//
dont give a fuk if ya lips-soft, dont need a bag-fa-that/
get in tha darkness and tea ba bitch so bad it looks like she wearin me as a backwards-hat//
proceed ta tap-that-ass, relax-n-pass/
tha fat bitch ta my homeboy turn tha lights on and he all like "wut tha fuck you bitches laughin-at?"//

weapon : head shops

gassed til u can't breathe//
u can't see, lung capacity exceed//
smoke everywhere smell like that canadian weed//
cigars and pipe tabacco turned ya lungs black//
the bongs and bowls help ya lungs collapse//
eyes blood shot red, odtain catarac//
too much smoke'll f*ck up ya grill like a used cadillac//
burn sum zig zags and smoke it up, ain't kno u locked inside//
die wit a blunt and a magazine, readin hig times//

weapon.... paper clip

my shaolin master trained me well/
in all arts of raising hell/
im the black ken shiro,/
superhero? cant you tell?/
i make heads swell, like a pair of fresh kicks/
without the egos. is you losing your grip?/
f*ck you, you pr!ck/
i leave your body a bloody mess/
with my favourate paperclip/
mappin the stars on your chest/
7 wounds to digest,/
yeah the kids sick/
so tell your lil sis ta get up offa my dick!/

weapon: Telekenisis / mind

archie? is that your name? k. lets party/
using mind control over you is how i win.. thats only partly//
i leave you dismantled, and with no more smart cracks to pop back/
leave you beat up and clapped back, wit ya skull hanging out ya ball cap//
using my mental powers, i slice you a fuckin throat hole/
i been bold, take off ya ear lobe, make you swallow it, lame hoe//
metaphisically, bury ya body inside of ya own cerebral/
i hate smashin noobs who pose as ill people//
drop the keyboard, stick to slayin wit penicils/
killin lames like you is the reason im truly mental//


next weapon - Bike Spokes

Yo

Its simple i dont even fight folks
But if a nigga tryin to act street i run em ova get him caught in my bike spokes
Have em injured for days cause his body in rotation
And now i always use my bike its the shottis replacement
The wounds are all bruised and puffy
spokes stabbed him so bad he scared to pick up and use a huffy
lol

NExt weapon: throwback Johnny Unitas jersey

ill murder a nigga wit any thing i get my hands on if they really think they worthy
like back in the slavery days i'll ring ya neck but not wit a rope but wit a throwback jersey
i dont have no compasion for niggaz i'll even throw ya out a window
or blow ya back wit a 12 gauge have in the air like the jordan symbol

next weapon-glass bottle

i'm as crazy ass the come, try an stab a nicca wit a plastic bottle/
full throttle like dem angels pitchin a glass bottle/
nolan ryan what eva u want i'm supplin/
i'm not lyin u tryin to get craved up shss dat tone i'm implyin/
find a old coke glass bottle lodged in head still wit the label/
it aint a story more like a fable, gat keep jammin glass bottle ready willin an able/
it aint a bar fight crack dis nicca wit a 40 oz, and bounce/

try some chopsticks

im sat in the resterant eatin my chow mein
flikin chopstiks with no paticular aim
then this 6ft man steps up and said "you wanna take this outside"
so i said yeah and grabed theese chop sticks that were by my side
the this bloke held me up agaist the wall
not 4gettin that he was 6ft tall
then i kicked this guy right in the stomach
dropped to my feet and wached him plummet
i went crazy let of like a rocket and rememberd about those chopsticks in my pocket
got em' ready and stabbed him in the eye i think this guy started to cry
i went crazy or maybe insane
shoved em' so far up his nose it touched his brain
i got this other one poised and ready to kill
i began to imagine thing sick and ill
i began to stab i got faster this was gonna take mor than one plaster
the last stab was deffinitly the best
i stabbed it so hard it went straight through his chest
i heard a big crack
rolled this dude over it had come oute his back

next weapon:microphone

Oh my a mic.*

So he wanna give me a mic, aight thats cool-
Cause I'm bout to show this kat that I an spit & I aint no muthafuckin fool=
Nah that I got a mic I'm bout to bring the real lyrikal destruktion-
Spittin volts and hot lava like I'm a volcano eruption-
After many years of sleeping the giant is awaken and I aint stoppin at nothing=
Till I got a chrome mic in one hand 50, 000 souls in the other-
From malignin kats over and over like an ass whippin from ya mother-
Only in the lords name am I ya brother-
& thats it cause when it comes to spittin I grab my mic & make niggihz get undercover-
Wit my micraphone I send niggihz home, cause I'm a lethal weapon like Mr. Glover=
Spittin tactial for-ces-
leaving you unnatural choi-ces-
The agonizing pain of niggihz defeat, to many noi-ses=
Spittin it thru the wire like Kayne till my throat get moist shit-
Call me 007 wit a mic that got a trigger next to the off button, that get ya boys hit-
After I spit yall all drop, all yall hearts stop, then my lungs drop from the rage that I just spit-
Like I was in a cage and I just got ripped-
It was just that quick-
Damn I'm getting thirsty, blood, I need a sip-
Call me a omnivore-
cause after I fuck em I feed on my whore-
And now that I'm done its time to use ya head to clean the floor.

next......a C4 detinator

with a package of C4 and a detinator
its self explanatory don't need a disclaimer
trying to tell me how to rip this bitch
stand here and watch while i flip this switch
boom, there it goes a blast of light
you lost the fight, and thats it good night


Weapon: lighter

i knock your ass out start burnin your eyes wit a lighter/
they said you stood up, where a fighter/
I guess just a pussy wit an attitude/
cut you into 20 peices put you in a casket lay you under 6 foot latitude/
the voices in my head call me sick twisted insane/
so i got a bottle of propane/
burnt you family through in and out and choked um on the top of the staircase/
wit a chain/
the funny thing is i only bought this lighter to light a cigerette/
LOL thats all bitch good night!/

oh sorry
weapon: bowling pin

this bitch aint make sence muchless left a weapon....
fuck it....
Next weopon
brass Knucklez.

next weapon??? ya piss?...
nigga ima make u drink it...together with ya dads piss..
if u want i could add ya grand moms piss....
ima tie u to a chair...
with a glock close to ur ear..
give u d combination to drink,
i bet ya gonna do it with no hesitation..scared wimp...


lol....


next weapon : a knife