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I'll Lace my msn messenger with hyper lighted pixels,
You better brace your chin when your pupils explode into icicles, and You'll implode when I expose you to this radiation flow, Peel your skin back, turn out the lights, and watch your bones glow, Im a prone pro you homo, I buried this G-eCuA with all his little packs of powder, Attack this coward, with a flesh eating disease, Now....rest devoured. Next Weapon: Dill Pickle ^ LOL |
I speak so sharp i'd slice u wit a dill pickle visious
Right across ur forehead and really slpit ya visions Talk shit but u'z a lame newb not worth the juice.... Just use the pickle and stab u through child abuse! What kinda asshole leaves a pickle in the cypher thats wack.. Hit you wit Dill-ingers make you feel like u smokin crack! Flat on his back put the jar around his head like a hat... Damn that fitted look strapped, so tight air is just trapped! Face the facts, plainly unskilled thats all you are... This fag...... Lef me wit a pickle i killed him, suffucated him with the jar! next weapon: iraq |
ey sweet u left me iraq
now i can have fun and send some gondies on yo ass yo i got mah weapon of mass destruction mix yo blood up wit some fuel combuction wait tell mah lil terrerists hit up yo place have yo ass on da ground rip ya eyes rite outta ya face judge didnt wan take it ta court cuz its 2 horrble of a case hey u wannid iraq i juss gave u a taste |
good!!!! no weapon
i'll use lines I got six lines to express unlimited animosity five lines left to convey my ferocity four lines to prove that yall can stop me three lines to cause more radiation than nagasaki two lines bust yo ass probably one line the game is now a monoply next weapon......verbs :cussing: :cussing: :cussing: |
using verbs i dominate, then kill u with a noun/
a next weapon that i use will be lyrically be profound// splittin these verbs in text, ya die from the hex/ just fo that, imma kill another person ...... WHO'S NEXT?// crossed up with herbs, still using verbs which extorts to an action/ carlos, will result to his death with out no satisfaction// Next Weapon: A BELT :laugh: |
Damn i Got Gun's that'll Take One's.. with You or your Son and His Sons
Split Open Bunz for Fun got Enemies on the Run Like runnin from Po's.. Know One knows I rip off your clothes like hoes but with Bullet Holes.. your Mullet Shows i aint scurred like David Banner..Like Pogs Im'a Slammer.. whammer and then cant Stand-her..shoot ya Fcae Makin it Tanner.. I-sickles Waited I'm higher and Over Trippled-X raided..Guns Nickle Plated.. teachin nicca's Lessons witha Smith n' westin Like a Teacher Im teachin Lessons. |
The next weapon is simple and plane
I'll crash into your house with an airplane Then speed off in the 3rd lane And I'll do it again 9 times outta ten Carlos Barrett will win You sufferin cause the governor is angered by you I chill at the buyoe paying folks to homicide you Not because I have to because I like to Blumami who likes you Name someone who got yo back I squeeze the mack you see a flash then all black Cause you don't know how to act next weapon......skitzophrenia |
Skitzophrenia Who Got It Like Me
I Got It So Bad I Dont Need Drugs To Tweek I Do It Walkin Down The Street While I Mumble A Beat Im Actin So Different Now... But They Knowin Its Me Im Gettin So Wicked Now Like That Witch From The East Im Talkin To A Miget Clown Like He The Size As Me But He Understand My Pain So He Aint Gone Trip Im Crazy... Tied Him To A Chair So He Aint Gone Trip ________________________ Next Weapon.......base Ball Cap |
my hairs not done, but my ears are in position///
my baseball caps 4 years old but still fittin/// i rip other kats caps "bills" off, like hilary clinton/// kick your "head off" stick out my baseball cap and i catch em/// before i battle, i flip my hat backwards like Ash Catch'em/// my hats keeps the sun away like a cowboy thats Tex/// then throw it at you like Kung Lao slicin your neck next weap: cel phone |
I put a Yankee cap on ya and strut ya ass down ta Boston
It won't be 20 minutes till some latinos come accostin' and while you mumble to a fake clown they hit ya in da brown Who knew a pinstripe jersey would be your wedding gown? ya tossed down to da ground like pedro on don zimmer next to give your lady friend an old fashioned beantown rimmer throw what's left of long beach in the lost and found that bitch will know to never tread again in Boston now... next weapon: bible |
Jesus knows it and the devil must flee at his name
The devil lost the game and remains in hot flames The same I will ask God for revival Body slam the devil with the words of the bible The devil can't worry me I grab the bible and give him surgery Rhymes that preceed a nurcery The devil hates it when I sing Because singing was his thing He led God's choir the liar He beefed with the Lord then he retired his empire I spit fire like scriptures of truth The flatten the devil, the bible is all I gotta use next weapon......rage!!!!!!!!!!!! |
Rage Vs. The Machine... Beleive The Rage In Me...
Robocop Couldnt Take These Bullets.. Shit They Came From Me... I Puttem To Sleep... One Shot Will Take Out His Knees... The Other Shot Will Blow His Chest Open Severe His Spleen... They Cant Fuck Wit Me... They Try To Fuss Wit Me... But They Dont Really Want It... They Know The Guts In Me... The Rage Make It Worse... So Im Pushin Hearst... And They Dont See The Light No More.. They Were Put In The Dirt... And They Dont Feel The Life No More... So I Blame It On The Rage... They Wanna Throw Me In A Cage.. I Know I Gotta Change My Ways |
i think rappers get caught up in the rhyme and forget they gotta leave a weapon.
I love writting short lyrics cause I hate to read myself My weapon is a fork that I'll use as resort To disrespect of any sort I can't extort other rappers who actors but I'll attack ya No weapons in da club so I stab ya Now you suffer nostalgia next weapon......vocabulary |
VoCaBuLaRy......
a weapon that involves Vocabulary/
how extraordinary, i invision a turbulance across yo thread,with skillz that may vary// i Demolish u and that little "PARA" u just posted/ crunchy and black is another Term for "Burned Toasted// ashes scattered from the verbally, simutaneously,wordly and strangely ubiquious catastrophy/ a chance of you commin' back at me with a "VERSE" is not a probability// Next Weapon: A Four Leaf Clover |
wit dis leaf ill kill you like a irish
cuz dis is how it is wit a 4 leaf clova murda diss got mah hair all red and freckles like im pissed i consider u mah bitch cuz its mah ass u gon kiss got dat lucky shit in mah hands so listen ta dis im shove it down ya throat like nuttin but net swish aight im gettin tired of dis bitch so imma switch and see wut da next fool gon dish |
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