FLip The Sheet To Pick-Back. Rip-Slack to destroy This verbal Cyber-Nut/
Rhymes-Are-Shut, make u feel the worst kinda pain by given ur throat a Paper-Cut//
Trouble-in-Sickness as i SHove A Towel Down YA Throat Dawg Double-Tha-Thickness/
Write Rhymes On a paper towel, u can Say a Bubble-dun-Ripped-dis//
Absorb ay flow and flp-dis, Smack u Wit The Dampened Clothe until im Forced To make-It-Hurt/
Bitch-Get-Merked Wit A Knapkin so i Can take-out-tha-dirt, And Inflict Fear With A Peice Of Paper till ya mind goes into full-alert...//

Wack as fuck but come on its a paper towl lol...

Next Weapon: Severed Arm

The Consistancy of My Metas Flows Like a Chainsaw||
Graze All Yo Flesh And Up Shredd Yer Face Off||
Then Whip you Witcha Arm That My Heat Blasted Apart||
Its Like a Art How I Paint Yer Death Drastic Like Motzart||
My Flow Sparks The Flame Which Aim To Haters Brains||
Then I Eat The Remains Of The Arm-A Bit Insane....||

next Hellicopter turret 20cal rounds

rat-a-tat-tat!
there go mah helicopter's 20-caliber rounds
now that yer found, it duzin't matter cuz yer blood's all around!
I got deez bullets tearin through you 24/7
i HAVE no empty threats, an i'll neva let you in heaven!
i've mangled up yo body so much, you're unlevened
so now i'll put you in yo grave so i can call you a dead man.


next weapon= a box of tissues (kleenex)

wit my box of kleenx tissues, i just cant be stopped//
if any mutha fucka gets in my way, the first second they dropped//
they got knocked down, by one of my many weapons, much more powerful than a glock//
kleenx tissues, im surprised they aint illiegle//
this killin machin is still avalible on the market, even though its deady and leathal//

next weapon - pink crayon

i got weapons of many colors but i think ill choose pink
gouge your eyes out with that shit and leave em under the sink
to turn on the garbage disposal all you do is just blink
no more stepping on your feelings cause your watching my feet
you asked why i picked a crayon, shit i ran outta ink


next weapon- lawnmower

Run A Blade Over ur Body travelin 150 r.p.m., Yard-de-scend/
Comin-in Wit a Lawn Mower Prowlin, ur Just Grass in my Way Its Hard-to-Defend//
Scar-Wit-A-Shred Of Flesh Remainin On-Ya-Face, Cuttin Clingy Speedy Bitches Like Sonic-Lace/
Chronic-Pase AT Destroying This Plant(herb) WHile im Cord Cuttin-not-Grass//
Fuck-a-Pass Sever Ur Nerve tendeds So u Can Feel-my-Rath/
Spindle Stops To Reveal-Your-Wack, Fuck This Ho, I'll Let a Lawn Mower Take-You-Back//

Next Weapon: shuriken (look it up if u dont know what it is)

can i look up 'shuriken'? - 'sure-i-can',
japanese hand-held blade weapon/
i'll spike ya eyeball & pierce ya brain,
pull it out & relocate ya jugular vein/
you fucked up now & ya lookin like road-kill,
should've given up earlier & took a cyanide pill/

NEXT WEAPON: the cluedo pieces (lead piping, rope etc.)

hahahaha...sweet weapon.

coach pulls me off the bench, say son 'i need u to kill that Mrs. White Wench'
i put on my uni, pick up her sent, n soon i'm beatin her wit a wrench

next is colonel custered n u know where this pipes getting thrusted
after i'm done i wipe it with his shirt to make sure it can't be dusted

to finish mr. green i grap the knife frum the kitched,
cut his fat ass up just cus i'm tired of his bitchin

the rest of the weapons i tie around me with the rope
next time i play the game everyone dies before the vote

next weapon: semi truck

My weapon of choice is my lyrics , but yall cats is scared of that
So I guess I'll have to put them on reserve in the back
As I hop into my semi, and put my foot on the gas
Tearing up these cats, leave there craniums cracked
Brains leaking, no speaking when I'm riding through town
With my bitch in passenger, just holding it down
That's how we roll, me and her, together when we ride
Murdering cats, me and my gat, straight Bonnie and Clyde

next - subwoofer

i give a band new meaning to words popping the trunk
iam not looking for my gadt, assault rifle or pump
but iam turning up the volume iam a kill you with sound
the type of vibration that gives fear to the ground
ill drown your ear drums from subs thats been amplified
your shits leaking tears it looks like your ears have just cried


next-a stapler

ive been known to stab killers/
to put hits out on madd niggas/
been known to pull triggers
and take shots at pool beders
take bets wit a life and fool niggas/
but this murder is quite different/
theres always a weapon around for nice killing
im so cold im type CHILLIN/
da type that'll stick u wit a stapler till ur not livin.....

next weapon a shoe lace..

ill kill 1oo muthafuckers with one shoe lace
commit suicide... and kill they ass again face to face
now why waste bullets when a shoe lace is safe
no finger prints no evidence iam beating the case
iam gone without a trace.....honor with no disgrace
they cant be erased cause they easy to replace


next-playstaion controller

you see the cord is stretched...im hanhin u from my car wid it rapped round ya neck.....while im screamin outta my window scream come on big doggys fetch//
im a leave the imprint of triangle circle an x.... on ya head then ill put u in a box... but u between bloods an cuzzes to catch the tex.... make u vex wen blue an read shots hit u in da neck//
da blunt side..... ill stick right up ya ass an make da cunt slide.... then turn it over an fuckin gun butt u wid da front side//
no that'll teach u not to play games wid me.... cus i split brains u see.... an rip fames eazy.... ill beat u wid a plastic controller even if the swot all aimed at me//


next wepon chess set

my move - when 'knight' falls it'll fracture ya skull,
beaten like a 'rook-ie' you fightin a 'chequered' wall/
won't find this 'pawn' under ya bed, these ones gouge out ya eyes,
i'm 'board' of you but this 'king' must continue, I wont stop until you die/
what was once 'black & white' is now black & blue,
these 'pieces' shot ya good, RIP 'check-mate' fool/


NEXT WEAPON: mobile phone

call tha cops on me will u?
now imma use tha same damn fone ta kill u
dun even worrie about minutes ur dead they cant bill u
wit my hand thru ya forehead im sha ta 'feel u'
leave u in fronta ya door wit a note stapled ta ya dome
sayin honey honey im home murdered brutaly wit a cell fone

next up: a live moose..haha!!

who wants to try this, shiit i got a live moose
shi i can't pick this up, so i'll just kill you...with my nine duece
i don't fight with fruits, just keep it strictly meatie
it's a male moose, so i'll poke your eye out...you can use it's dick for teething
repeating this shi, it's too bad i keep feeding your kind
i stuck a bomb in that moose, blew you up...as your were eating it live

nxt weapon:power ranger

your lifes~in~danger/ I'll stab you wit a power~ ranger/
diecast metal in your back/ don't fuck wit angered~strangers/
this man~is~dangerous/ killin all of santas~reindeers/
not tha grinch that stole christmas/ I'm a crook that blasts~ gages/
my minds~ragin/ see me doin time....blazin/
neva see me til it's too late/ an your buckled when my nine fades~ya.....

Next Weapon~ Mattress Spring

coiled up I'm gonna release this spring in ya eye,
blinded, now ya can't even see how ya gonna die/
my weapon popped outta the mattress when i boned ya girl,
now it's rammed down ya throat, makin ya hurl/
your autopsy's gonna sound fuckin embarrassing,
this dawg's got somethin up his ass - a mattress spring/

next - harpoon gun

I can use this harpoon gun to kill you
I may run after I'm done... I hope you cold and still
It makes a really loud noise... I hope I don't go deaf
Because then I can't hear you scream... That is if you is left
I'll team up with my crew to shoot you
and pretty soon... we'll burn you to the take
Take another shot and make a beautiful sight
maybe we'll prove a point
smoke a joint to relax when we is done
and we'll have joint cutody of your kid 'cause you'll be dead
who knows if that kid knows if she's next


next weapon - really hot coffee

i'm gonna burn you to death with this hot coffee...
next time come with ya rhymes more softly...
cus the've lost me, you didn't rhyme anything skitten...
i'll put this cup on top a ya head cus it's splittin...
you won't be sippin, this coffee will send ya to heaven,
you'll be takin big gulps like the seven eleven...
but how can coffee kill you??...it can be spilt through..... ya brain,
and harden like mildo, til you go insane, committ suicide like a kamikaze airplane



next weapon...needle

put it on the stove till the needles red and hot
touch ur eye wit it watch it blow up like hot spots
shove maggits in the hole and sew ur eyelids shut
tie u down with barbed wire,shove a vacuum up ur butt
turn it on and suck out ur organs through the tube
cut ur cock off with a razor,chop it up,and feed it to you

next weapon:a flute

Cover the holes and blow, the notes are orchestrated//
Each melody tearing at your flesh, your pore's invaded//
the cores elated, rippin your heart out with every toot//
got Ur ear drums bursting from the sound of my flute//
Cease the blowing, grasp it, and smash it across ya neck//
Never thought I'd see the day wen the flute got respect//

next weapon- a coin

Ace of Spades wants me to kill him with a coin? Dimes, Nickles, Quarters, and Pennies will kill ya anytime
And don't waste my time thinking a coin is going to hurt you... It already has... You've got a broke bank account too.
Maybe I'll stick the coin in your soup and when you reach for a spoon. you'll start choking too.
And then maybe you'll shutup about how you're going to kill Pillboy with that weakass flute
I could smoke grass twenty hours a day and lives much longer than you

next - tylenol cold

this dud named skitten wants 2 die by a tylenol cold
well listen 2 my style so bold watch my rhymes unfold
wut i'll is make u take 1 & chase it w/ liqour
give it sum time then ur stomach will quiver & i'll watch ur eyes flicker
ur gettin sleepy now w/ blood comin out ur nose
& thats how i killed u w/ a tylenol cold overdose

This idiot didn't leave a weapon for me to kill him with
so I will choose sharp nails to pound his wrists in
Maybe this fucking rust will shut you up
because your too stupid to shut the cuss up
I will also pound in your feet and you will bleed under the beating heat
Is the sun to strong for you Numfo 16?
Because I can also hear my chainsaw in the garage screaming


Next weapon - Teeth

ill load up the clip, just start fire'n off rounds//
cept instead of those bullets teeth is commin out//
i just turned a 9 into a machine gun..//
cuz some many teeth fit into the chambers, 5 teeth for one//
you can try to run, but u defenitly cant hide//
ill track u down bitch and put 5 teeth into ya mind//(brain)

next weapon - bouncy ball

You want me to kill you with a fucking bouncy ball?//
That'll be easy for a rapper who's throat is small//
You can't croak because you choke on this ball//
Or maybe it's got flames to burn your voicebox//
and Lucifer will come out of the Bronx//
He will bounce you out of this club just like Steve//
and you'll roll down the street that's under seige//
I beleive that you and me have nothing in common//
but here's your ball.. It's something to chomp on//


next weapon - remote control

i got the remote, so bitch i'm a change the channel
tunr your face to off, inotherwords...a blank panel
punch you in the head, cuz my remote's kinda sharp
just like the electronic brand, next...tear your eye apart
you won't be seeing shit, but spots of black
and after that, turn to ER cuz i'ma go for...a heart attack
you'l be bleeding badly, so just try to hold up
next thing you kno, you awake from the floor...i guess this control sucks! i'm out

next - jump rope

It's easy to strangle a person with a jump rope
but I won't because it is too easy in this post
I will give it to you and make you jump 'till you can't jump no more
Makybe it will give you a cure for that poor mouth of yours
you'll never become a rap entrepreneur
Your words tend to not blend
This rope will give you some time to spend

next - CD

Compact disk...
used as a sick quick fix to slit this bitch's wrists
i fling it like frisbee
got a chronic injury, now ya dead as walt disney
i prepare to fling a Mase album, ya thinkin "shit! he'll do it"
now youre as out as the album i killed you with
ill wit hits, this throwin machine compares to australia
a shiny circular boomerang, damn i impaled ya
now ya just blood, and mirror reflections
the only thing u resemble now is my old CD collection

next weapon- a george forman grill

U fuckin wit the BIG I cruise around wit dueces in the ride
Getcha ass cooked up, and pour the juices out the side
Ill swing that bitch around by the fuckin extinction cord
Knock ya jawbone out, and havin U callin ME george
oh, lord the coronors report gon' be da nights thrill
"look Hil, this guy got killed by a really nice grill..."

Frozen Bottle of Mountain Dew

I will bash you over the head with Mountain-dew...
Have you gushing blood like ya was fountain-dude..
Keep smashing you in the face till you are covered in blood...
Listen to your bones break and say "yeah man your done"...
Give you one final swing as the bottle shatters...
Hitting your brain....and making it splatter.....

Next Weapon: Chapstick

Since this faggot didn't leave a weapon for me to use
I will use the power of my own verbal abuse
fuck you fatass for giving me shitty feedback
fuck your fingers for typing up my open mic was wacked
Maybe if you put the beer bottle away
you would type only what your big mouth could say



next weapon - hockey stick

new weapon: an adjective

spit a verse to pick a weopon thats now u get a hocky stick
A gretzgy swing to the lips turn ya face into a thick chicks
it says u joined up and may whats wrong wit some elevation
u cant recognize lyrical skill so readin this breaks concentration
i spit electric flames like a flamethrower from da future
i call my bullets generic but we'll see how many suits ya

lol

a can of acid spray...

Chaotic conflict i aquit wit this acidic shit on ya lips
this switch fliped ask Jackson bout this shit i equip wit the can tip
bitch.....itch like a plaque for dayz scratchin ya bones to blades
it stays and craves to play till ya lose pounds like subway no weigh....till ya body melts away

Weapon-Rubberband

im'a take my rubber band and fling it, right between ya eyes...
aint no escapin ya fate, so dogg there is no reason to lie...
when i shoot that shit, its commin faster than a bullet...
dogg this is a deadly weapon, a killin machine at its fullest...
u will get shot down,tryin to mess wit me and my rubba band...
ill put any cat to sleep, so u can call me Tha Sand Man...

next weapon - plastic cup

Ima Snatch-=-Out-=-Ya Organs Bash-N-=-Ur Gusts l Ill Have U Drowning-=-Blood-Of-=-Ounces l Maybe U Needa Plastic-=-Cup l
Torture-Ya-Carcass-=-With Needles l Killings-=-Massacre-=-Eliminating People l Quicker Than-=- Japenese Desert---Eagles l
Dangerous Zone From Missles l Tryin-=-Challenge-Me Isnt Necessary l Becuz Ima End Ya Career Wit 9 Shots Like Old Western Pistols l

Next Weapon - Ripped Out Spinal Column