Deeni, how dumb are you, ya have to use the weapon above you

Heat seekin' missiles is the next weapon
And if you don't know how the cypher goes, you one dumb motherfucker

heh, yea, he had a funny ass rap, but he's too dense to know what to do in the cypher, well somebody use my weapon already so i can do another.

I creep into your dorm through the cover of darkness and storm/
bend you over and insert a fat 20 inch intestinal tape worm/
tape your mouth shut and watch you wiggle and squirm/
You may think this sounds sick, but to me it's the norm/
I delivery my rhymes in devistational form, always ready 2 swarm/
since the day I was born, your just another victim of scorn/
sodomized in this form, no anal ease and flesh torn/
oh before I roll, your next weapons a torn...



opps my bad this was posted in the worng place, I thought I was at the end of the thread...

a torn? a rose thorn?

wtf..soemone should just restart it...

I DONT LIKE TALKIN ABOUT FICTIONAL WEAPONS THAT PEOPLE CAN'T GET THEIR HANDS ON, SO STOP RUNNIN YOUR MOUTH THAT YOU GONNA POP SOMEBODY WIT STAR TREK LASERS, CUZ THATS EXACTLY WUT US TRUE LISTENERS DONT WANNA HEAR, BULLSHIT!!!!!!!

I'LL SPIT SUMTHIN FOR YOU COWARDS ANYWAY!

MY SHIT IS OFFICIAL,
IT CAN GO STRAIGHT THROUGH YOUR TISSUE/
NO I'M NOT TALKIN ABOUT A 22 PISTOL,
I'M TALKIN BOUT MY HEATSEAKIN MISSLES/
THEY'LL LOCK ON TO YOUR BREATH/
GO RIGHT THROUGH YOUR NECK,
EXIT THE OTHER SIDE AND TURN AROUND AND HIT YOU IN YOUR BEHIND,
CUZ YOUR ALWAYS PASSIN GAS/
IT'LL LEAVE A NICE MARK ON YOUR ASS/
TO REMIND YOU EVERYTIME YOU TRY TO STEP IN MY PATH!!!!

AND SORRY NEXT WEAPON IS A FAVORITE OF MINE: 380 SEMI-AUTO

LETS GO!!!!!!!

runnin for cover, bout ta jump out n blow //
fuck head u ready for ma 380 sem ta go//
bullets n heat sprayin all round like i came to defeat ya//
stoopid cant u werent ready for me ta spark ma heater//

next weapon

my peoples favourite, see if anyone can ryhme dis

weapon= Sang Yen Machetti (big ass knife)

dam last line has error ah well fuck it

fuck the Sang Yen bullshit i'll just use a Machetti/
i'll be like jason voorhees and go after miss Chutney/
while i chase him down, he gonna be shittin his panties/
when i catch up, i'll cut em in half and feed em to n e 1 homeless/
they'll get cannibalistic while i become bombastic/
cuz next nigga to murder me gonna do it with a cannon, that's simplastic/

...if n e of u dense muthafuckas can't figure it out...

next weapon=cannon

my cannon is lethal ill blast you from miles away// i put ur ass in a corner and their you will stay// move a muscle and get shot directly in the head// set fire to ur body and leave ur ashess on ur bed// the next niggas gonna fuck you up wit an ak 47// the fate of his finger will determine if you live or if your off to hell or heaven

next weapon=ak 47

just incase yall didnt figure it out

shoot at u with an ak47, damn that bullet, goes on for miles and miles/
clone u multiple times and shoot u with a bullet lined up in aisles/
believe me, when i use the ak, no bullets will go astray/
shoot at u till u decompose into ashes and put u in an ash-tray/
roll u up, and smoke u like a blunt, while i shoot at more people, with the---ak/
these people thing i'm---J.K., well like jason kid, i can shoot a TREY/

TREY=purple haze's name that i gave to him
J.K.=JUST KIDDING

next weapon=switch blade

yo i pull out the switch blade and flick it open:
kids on the ground pleadin cuz his legs broken:
smile on face i approach him as i'm continue tokin:
fuck that shit, fuck the knife i might jus choke him:
but then i wont see any blood ooze out his skin:
teeth glimmer in the moonlight as i push in:
the knife into his throat and slice it wide open !!:
got blood on my new kicks ! i tied him wit the rope n:
made slashes along his body till clothes were bloody soakin:
now i stand there hopin no cops fuckin come roamin:
closed the blade n put it in my pocket till anotha beef comes phonin:

next weapon = pillow

fuck a gun ill pop out wit-my-pillow//
confine ur head in it cause your wife to be a 'widdow'//
ill hit ur face with my pillow until feathers fly in the air//
the fact that your alive is the reason im still their//
oh shit my pillows brooken next up is my knife//
since your fucking dead next on the list is your wife

next weapon=knife

WIT YOUR OWN KNIFE I'LL TAKE YOUR LIFE/
SHOW YOU WUT HAPPENS WHEN YOU ENTER THIS CIFE/
I KNOW ITS NOT RIGHT,
BUT I LIKE DOIN WRONG/
LEAVE U ASSED OUT LIKE A BITCH IN A THONG/
WHEN MY KNIFES DRAWN, YOU BETTER RUN FOR COVER/
CUZ I'LL MISTAKEN U FOR MY NEXT MEAL AND EAT U FOR SUPPER/
SUFFER BITCH CUZ YOU DONT DESERVE TO LIVE/
I BET YOU YOUR PARENTS WANTED TO GET RID OF U,
EVER SINCE U WERE A KID/
AND IF YOU ARE STILL ALIVE THROUGH ALL THIS,
WELL THEN LOOKS LIKE I'M GONNA HAVE TO PUMP WIT SOME OF MY HOLLOWTIPS!!!!!

NEXT WEAPON: 38 SNUB

i'll be comin at ya like danny glover/
crack my neck and pull a 38 revolver/
"no way you live, no way"/
close range, one shot, i'll make your day/
pop your skull like pringles/
make the knot of your brains untangle/

next weapon = a folding chair

I'LL KNOCK YOU WIT A FOLDIN CHAIR,
RIGHT IN FRONT OF BUILDING SQUARE/
OUT IN THE OPEN I DONT CARE WHOS WATCHIN/
FUCK WITNESSES, NOBODY WOULD RAT ON THIS/
NEVA TURN YOUR BACK ON THIS/
CUZ THEN YOU WANT BE ABLE TO SEE WUTS COMIN/
NO MATTER HOW FAST YOUR RUNNIN YOU'LL NEVA GET AWAY/
YOU BETTER TAKE COVER WHEN YOU HERE MY MATIC SPRAY!!!

NEXT WEAPON: EMBILLICAL CORD

ya style dead like a baby born wit an embillical cord wrapped around it neck
niggaz leavin me words that make no sense im startin to get bored
i gotta an idea that everyone can use give a word that i nigga can work wit
but whoeva go after me gonna be tight
cuz the word aint rite its kinda like drinkin prune juice mixed wit sprite

NEXT WEAPON: DECREPID FROZEN TURTLE SHELL

I'LL ROCK YOUR BELLS WIT MY FROZEN TURTLE SHELL/
SO FAST YOU WONT BE ABLE TO TELL WUT HIT YA/
I COME TO RIP YA INTO LITTLE PIECES/
GO HEAD AND RIGHT THAT IN YOUR THESUS/
I'M BOUT TO HEAT THIS SHIT UP/
YOU WONT BE ABLE TO DUCK HOT LEAD COMIN STRAIGHT TO YA HEAD/
NEXT THING YOU KNOW YOU'RE RESTIN IN YOUR DEATH BED!!!

whuts my weapon deeni WTF gimme a fuking weapon.

OH SHIT SORRY MR.SUCKER I WAS TO BUSY RIPPIN YOU IN THE OTHER CIFE,
UMMMMMM YOUR WEAPON IS A TELEPHONE CORD, BITCH!!!!!

i'll wrap da telephone cord round ya penis,
pull so tight so ur till ya crying "i dont wana fight!"
when ya dick falls off, im put it down ya throat n make ya choke!

Next weapon= light bulb

man, i'll smash on this fool with a light bulb/
even though this is a cypher, u gotta make it rhyme bub/
pick up the broken pieces and flick em at u like ninja stars/
pick up the socket and crush it into ur temple, u'll see stars/
ur rhyme was so weak, i'll finish u off with one more line/
next time u TRY to rap, don't make it seem like ur blind/

next weapon=iron

in the event I get more pissed than a fire hydrant// duck the fuck to the floor before you get hit wit' a flyin' iron//
now you lyin' dyin' as I try to shout at ya ho// shit...while I'm at it I might as well get the wrinklez out of ya clothez...

next weapon- rubber dildo (this should be interesting)

^oh shit, funny ass ending...props, and i ain't touchin that weapon, sombody else can handle the rubber dildo

^Yea I was thinking the same thing as you. I was going try this but well, a didlo? come on.

ahhh come on y'all. I had to bring the dildo up before someone else did. I wanna see who'z man enough to sound like a fuckin' fruitcake.(doez that make sense??????)

lmao, i ain't man enough to sound like a fruitcake

fuck it... to keep da cypha flowin' I'ma switch up da weapon...
it is now a...(suspense)...AIDS infected syringe

watch ur back, cuz i'm commin with an AIDS infected syringe/
if u turn ur back on me, u'll get poked in the back of ur knee hinge/
cuz after all, this is a needle, u ain't gonna get stabbed, but poked/
now u got AIDS, ur so scared, piss ur pants... leave ur panties soaked/
now it's almost all over, ur gonna suffer, a slow death/
next person up have to kill me with a plastic bag, take away my breath/

next weapon=plastic bag

I swoop down like the unforgiving angel of death//
Conjured like the spirit azreal... taking your last breath//
The servant of the bones bringing eternal rest//
Bounce doggy dog making a bloody fucken mess//
Catch me decomposing or erroding your humanly flesh//
Dysfixiated by the plastic bag that I tied around your neck//
Very cleaver when I kill, no I never need d'assistance of tec//
Next weapon in this cyph' is your measly little pay check....

with this little ass paycheck I'm forced to hit the streets and it's tough// paper cut my heart before I died cause I wasn't eatin' enough// to broke to afford food scrapin' off little sectionz of meat// I only got loose change in my pocket... How you expect me to eat??????

(ur supposed to "murder" bounce with ur paycheck, not rhyme bout it, not bad though, but u missed the point of the cypher)

I know I fucked up but whatever. Oh yeah the next weapon iz a flavored condom

a coat hanger hu/
whatever you want son/
rather used knifes and guns/
waitin'till you get home/
from a hard day at work/
i allready killed your bitch/
don't worry , i made it painless/
but to you its gonna hurt/
you look in the mirror/
see my face behind yours /
I hit you at the head 4 times/
one .....two....tree..... four../
so kill me with a cd ............ good luck dawg