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Weapon Cypher
Explain How You're Goin To Kill The Person Above You With The Weapon Left For You. Leave A Weapon At The End Of Your Verse. Six Lines MINIMUM
First Weapon = stun gun. |
Im Playin Metal Gear on You as I Stick Darts in ya Head..
Slice ya Ass Up as my Knife Counter Striks Ya Dead.. As You Seem To Sleep Ive Got Your Ass Stealthyd Like Splinter.. Im in the Closet, A Resident Evil cuz i Ran away from My Shrinker.. The Half Devil in Me Rages on Ya Cryin Ass.. Devil, May Cry But Rage is always stashed.. Wep: Laced Weed. |
^^^ shit man who in ur sig?, anyway
i sold this dmb ass above some E laced weed// i laughed as i watched this bitch fill his need// he lit it, took a puff n his ass passed out// i made sure he was dead i put alot E in no doubt// then i took his body, put him in the wood chipper// then took his chips n thru em in tha water as if he was Flipper// yah it was wack w/e next weapon: shoe lace |
bitch ill choke u with the new issue of coke two/
ill slice u too peices with bits of tissues/ fuck ill use a shoe lace make u wish my face was ur new face a new pace heres the ace issue/ fuck u bitch ill reissue ur biography so everyone can see just how ugly ur wack rap can grace/ next weapon of choice is: rubber |
Iite this bitch here, shouldn't be rappin' at all//
The only way you could get some would be wit a d-all//((Doll)) I wonder have you ever met your real daddy// Cuz I don't remember you the least bit, sadly// Just remember to thank me sometime, and tell ya brother// Cuz neither of ya's would be here if I would of worn a 'rubber'// Next: Duct Tape |
This guy should have his mouth tape shut wit duct tape
his rhymes is way too symplistic wit rhymes mucked up fake. I'll also tie your arms to these arm chair resters and I'll laugh the fuck to da ground like jokers and chesters I'll take your fingers and cut them the fuck off you'll be screaming and blood will come out yo cough next weapon - the bird |
I'll flip you THA BIRD an poke your eye through your skull//
pull your eyelids back so you can watch when you fall// got anotha for your homie// if he wanna come an bicker// it ain't a thang to do tha same to him I gotta another finger// who wanna come an get it// boy I'll send you bloody steppin// I been through martial arts// so both my hands are fuckin weapons.... next weapon: A Q-Tip |
i see a q tip and think how the fuk im gonna use this
to get rid of ya bitch ass cuz ur a nuisance so before i leave the crib i put six in my pocket took one out and jabbed it straight through ya eye socket and now ya see ya death i guess ya seen ur fears i left the other four for ya ass and said now clean ur ears next weapon a bottle of 151 |
it was a friday nite nothing different, fucking wit bitches....
im at the bar wit my squad, we bumped into these drunk ass nigga..... they all loud out the mouth talkin dis an dat, reppin where they the fuck they at, like it matters....... an all dat means to me is chit chatter,din i saw him reach for his gun... so i, reached for the bar an smashed is head wit the 151.... monk..... next weapon..............gasoline........... |
the gasoline 5star rated, an stated to rip this guy in the park,
a park where his turf is spossed to be part of his heart, so he's lil gainst the fire that start inferno's an cock back this fvcker with a spark, ill burn him with steaks an lighter fluid all part of the same art, Im infactuaed with burning, i nick cars an hell blaze em apart, if i can be bothered with a nissan, i can be bothered to burn yo ass fo a start, aight wateva........next weapon *rusted nail* |
I can't read ya Name..Though who's gon' Care,ya Fake
Especially when Rusted nails through ya Bod & ya Lifes at Stake Take that Rusted Nail....Drill it Down Ya Throat Fuck UK's Army..My Five Sences have Been Provoked Put tha Nail in ya Eye..U'll B UK's Own Carribean Pirate got Nails rashing ya Skin Like Mosquitos and tha West Nile Virus Blah!!...Next Weapon~Scissor |
Lets get to the fuckin point, Decimal's a joke,
I'll stick the scissors in ya ass before i slit ya throat, or i could just flip em around, then pummel you bitch, Im like the Fates muthacucka, cut ya strings and shit, Now if i did decide to slice, and take a piece of ya life, Id use a dull pair of scissors fuck using a knife. next weapon; chapstick |
Its the kid muthafucka collect call from hell,
Run up the bill and beat ya ass wit ya own fuckin cell, fucker dial 911 if ya fingas still work, ya never thought that a prank call would get ya merked, stick the antenna down ya throat just to get a signal, But ya not to tactical wit nokia up in ya. next weapon; bottle cap Holla At em |
Cut ya Eye Wit tha Bottom..of A Bottle Cap
Hand Me a Pepsi Bottle and i'll Pop Yo Gap da Killa Kid? shits Been,,on a Caps,Advertisement U Couldn't Pop a Nestea Cap if there was Badder Climate Tha Kid Uses Snapple Bottle Caps To Find Main Facts Gon' Grind tha Bottle Cap against ya Skin..Till tha Pain acts :shoot: :shoot: :shoot: Weapon~Sledge Hammer |
I come with a sharp view like an allegded camera.....
Crushin' hearts of few with a fuckin sledge hammer start leavin your weapons in your cypher posts use the fuckin edit button if you forget like most fuckin newbs get hit up quick when i bash them I burn then ash men, Decimal fake like cash freinds hammers kill fast man, shatter punches like glass hands Truth is.......all the above verses belong in a trash cans weapon.... a computer Mouse.... |
strangle you with the mouse cord in the middle of the night
throw tarantulas in ya eyes so you can view the web sight double clickin the right button before I'm endin your fate open ya fuckin mouth throw in the mouse so you can suffocate or shove the whole thin up ya ass and pull the through ya teeth then I'm click select all on ya life and highlight then delete next weapon... headphones |
Plug ya head into a stereo..'life play'..
For my enjoyment press re-play & spin ya 'record' grey.. Sabotage ya speakers, cause monotone airwaves.. Ya soundclick less musical then beeps from microwaves.. Inject poison in the cord, watch u consume it thru the ears.. ..Ouput it like tears, like a song after minutes.. It could've asserted..years. Weapon:rapbattles dot com |
Mane this kid is fucked... target well within site...
Cant counter the 1-2 punch I'm bringing to the fight... Best PM the medics... type that message and press send... Cause ya know ya fucked... when pushed directly of wits end... I'm a Lethal Lyricist... Its word perfect when I spit mine... While ya just programmed AI... bout to fall prey to landmines... Weapon: Nail Polish |
Tha Way Nails Designed..Drop tha Polish in ya Eye
Stain ya Face Wit tha Polish..Stained Tears ready Cry See how Quick ya Face Blushes Transperent Colors Demolish ya wit anythin..just ask Ya Mans Parents Brother Polish ya Whole Body Its staying like dat,Permanent Polish Ya Pupils Fire to ya Eyes..Its Dun,I'm Burnin It Weapon~Pocket Knife |
Flip tha knife next Step is into ya Stomach
Digest it Vomit call tha Popo Deci M-A-L Dun It Slice Ya Wrist Raise tha level of ya Risks Slice ya Ass take Position And put it in ya Chick Slice ya Throat tear it apart like Scissor Cut Pics Shove it up ya Ass and Tear Gas like Mirror But Flicks Weapon~Baseball Bat Stop waisting my time fixing your posts, follow the rules and do not forget to edit your ORIGINAL post to include weapon and or topic!!! Thank You ~Bounce~ |
Swingin a bat at ya skull waitin for ya brain to pop out
think maybe if I hit you hard enough ya dreams'll drop out I'm knockin home runs on ya head like I was sosa or Mcguire get more creative and wrap the bat with fuckin razor wire now I'm swingin and hittin ya face smashin and slicin flesh pieces fallin off I bag up so when I eat'em they'll be nice n fresh Next Weapon: a sheet of paper |
yo seen this boy on the strip who claimed ta be a raper
claimed ta be hard i said "shit i'll murder ya wit paper" he pulled it out but it seemed his glock died i covered him wit paper cuts then dropped him in peroxide but after awhile i pulled him out ta suffacate him wit another sheet and death what he got for startin beef next weapon: lincoln logs |
You wanna gimmie duck tape huh/
then I'ma strangle you, you aint comin home late son// Wrap it tight around ya face feel the pressure/ ya face turn purple while I gives you a lecture/ Put the tape around ya neck, watch you breath slow/ Anthing you wanna say befo ya last breath run low? Ya heart stop, ya head drop cuz no moe/ You gave me duck tape, so no evidence or finger prints hoe// Jus' take the tape off ya face/ Burn the rest wit yo body in the place// Its a disgrace, I killed you wit tape/ Nah on ya path to hell, you got time to rejuvinate/ You've jus' been delivered. ARE YOU AS NICE AS YOU THINK? THEN I"LL GIH YOU THIS ROOKIE, KILL ME WIT A STRAW. ITS CONSIDERED A LETHAL WEAPON FOR ME. STRAW |
Mel-man was never ever raw...
what he saw...me slash his face with a sharp straw... intake gunshots to ya waist...22 in the face... while i strap you to the chair with duck tape... and the mel-man gets bit by the dog...leathal obritious laws... cause half of the world to fall...so next time you speak... give me a weapon not a straw... Next Weapon : SkateBoard |
Physically Smash Tha Skatboard..Across ya Cranuim
Got you Staring at tha Wheels fo Hours like peeps Painting Em Head Spinning in Circles..like Rotation of Wheels Tha Wheels grindin ya Throat..Got you Squeeling like Seals I'm Board Lemme ask ya a Quest,Why tha fuck would i Skate I Lyrically Debate Skateboard to ya Head,Mentalitys at Stake |
Weapon~Blunt
Please edit your post for now on. You have done this too much, let this be your last! ~Bounce~ |
aight, aight....thets see what i can do
roll up a blunt and smoke it all but a small bit, leave it in the ash tray but dont put it out yet, its burnin away and it catches the curtains, ur sleepin ass upstairs is gonna be ashes for certain, i quickly scatter whilst the blunt catches some gas, a blast i hear, this night tonight is gon be your last, Aight, i played wit da concept and came up wit dat Next Weapon: Necklace/ Chain |
Its the Dynasty bitch and we snatchin ya chains/
Ya watch, ya cell, and yo muthafuckin rang/ We leave a blood stain// When we snatch ya necklace/ When I bring the ice pick, belee its gettin reckless/ You disrespect this/ Then I take off ya chain/ Strangle you wit that bitch, cause it aint no damn thang// A bone chain, can suit me best/ Cause its easy and thick enough for me snatch and leave a whep on ya chest// beat you wit a platimun chain/ It look like ya body was engraved wit a swords my mayne/ it cut that ass up Neva thought you'd get merked wit a chain, but thats whats up// I'ma dynasty Soldier/ We trained to kill, and push yo head to ya shoulder/ Mel-Man/delivery boy, bitch its over. Next time be forreal wit a weapon/ Or next time hoe, off this screen you'll be steppin. Next Weapon: a AR 15 silencr scope, no joke, bitch betta not provoke. I aint like otha niggiz, dont compare me! EASZY |
Necklace/ Chain
Grab your Neck and start to Lace Seperate the name and Choke you with WordPlay. Grippin the Chain, rap it around my tounge and spit Heavy Metal Stay Head Banging individuals, with spits..and watch as I grab a Necklace and tangle it around you eight necks. Looking at Ur face fully stressed.. Then grab the Chain and beat u with a NineChainWhips.. Next weapon: Typhoon |
I can blow like the wind, but I ain't talkin bout dicks...
I'm talkin bout a storm, that can turn houses ta sticks. Cold sink ya boat, with the churning, foamy waters... And fill ya throat, lungs, and do that just for starters. Have you drown a thousand times, windwhipped bad luck... Blindness sets in, as blackness envelops you, dumb fuck. Next Weapon: Lethal injection |
I just injected myself and I know what the effect is
you gotta credit me for trying it out on this fuckn' kid So, when you hit the fuckn' floor and crack your head open after taking a lick from this needle, I'll see to it that it's flowing and you'll need some pills to make the creative juices flowing because I'm showing you skills from an Emcee knowing what works and what doesn't. I better see my name at the end credits in big black and red bloody letters for the fame because I justed ended your existance 'cause you in a daze your days in this verbal faze is over, roll over on your back like Tupac in his autopsy bitch next weapon - a light sabor |
With weopons my blessin i use anythin in possesion
Any nigga steppin, gets hit wid ladder fulla agression gashin blood, the red stuff assosiated wid love Hearts and stuff, i skin ya arm and rub..... neandathal thug, i walk into disco's holdin a club blast ya neck ya fuck, throw a punch in the air.. and ask ''whats up?!'' Please leave a weapon next time, just edit your original post and add the weapon. ~Bounce~ |
WickedWays << He forgot to put a weapon...Geez..So I will make his name into a weapon creative yes..???
Frantic nights individuals feeling timid with my writtens that are Wicked. Dashing stab wounds threw ya dudes with sydistic Ways of knifes flowing like waves. Burrying emcee's with gore and rage setting the stage of deminishing days. Next weapon: A double edge Knife |
I run right past you, nice, grab you AND slice,
Stab you with knives, attacking you right, in the chest, Laughing, with mice in the cabin, fighting over the rest, Hyper, after I clean up, with a napkin and ice, no-one'll guess, Showin no-one the mess, snatched this bastard his life, What happened to strife, you dead, took your body after the heist. Weapon - Richard Simmons |
I'm going to wake your azz up early/
after bearly getting sleep have you pissed off and surly/ what the fuck is Richard Simmons doing in my bedroom/ all up in my face with no headroom/ screaming at the top of his lungs calling you a fat creep/ with fat bitches all around and under your sheets/ exersizzing with crushing your azz stuck between to thighs man/ realizzing that theres no excape from celulite deciding you fate/ died when a dimpled azz booty sunk in yo face. Murder Weapon; A Nappy Dugout (Harry pussy) |
I'll run up to you, quick, with an Italian chick,
Pussy so harry, measure it in fathoms, sick, I beat you unconcious, then throw you into the hole, You get tangled, tools are no avail, too much hair to mow, Then you remember Harry Potter, when that kid got caught in the vines, You crawled to sunshine, but the hair still snapped your spine. LOL!!! Weapon - Spork |
Marvin the martian quickly pulling the blast of stun gun
Made from mars platinum steal with a cold feel for fun I have the space poodle in my cargo pants pocket pull out my gun n stun sic the green poodle on your eye socket Run out the unidentified flying object with a new subject Don't have to pull the stun gun tear freezes with fear |
MY BAD BRETHREN HOWS THIS
The plastic flimsiness of the weapon of choice stick it through ur temple Force so hard it makes aneriousims in your brain create fatal dimple It's the formulation of laziness bother me in the diner it ill be your illness fresh released from solitary only utensil to save me from my crazyness Fit da profil of da serial killer any1 usin da fork n spoon i spread the word After da coronr finds u wit da spork out of ur hed only thing said its absurd Next Weapon: Rusty razor blade ~Bounce |
i had this chick/when she'd walk it all clicked/niggaz fuck with er wrong and they could get sic/not physically, but mentally/cause she been thru more men then 1st appeared to be/i fucks with her around 3/if there's nothing to do well chill, she always keeps it real/shit all rolls smooth when she has her roller oiled/shit right here is intimate thoughts no doubt/but i only speak of my mo-fuckin computer mouse
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next weapon, carolne pine cone
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