Pick A Weapon... Any Weapon
 

Rap About How You're Goin To Kill The Cat Above You With The Weapon He Left For You... Then You Leave A Weapon For The Next Cat To Use.

First Weapon = Fuzzy Woodland Creature(Compliments Of Mad Man)

Six Lines MINIMUM

wut about tha last posts i showed ya?
oh well, ill choke ya wit broken bones from gophas
hope they dont poke ya, and u spit this shit out
when i stick em in ya mouth, dont pick those bits out
so u wont miss out on time in the afterlife
u can only battle me and rhyme when the master dies..

next weapon u got.... just DIRT

This cat said "just dirt" like it aint even a weapon or 'somthin' I throw it in ya eyes, and 'forecast ya casket comin'
I leave yo dick in that shit and have u wishin u 'could pick it up'
Cause I do what I haf ta do with whatevers available--'yup'
I could leave u six feet in it, or fill u up '6 feet wit it'
Then toss tha next cat yo gat, and see how he work w/ 'da clip'

4-bid-N

(Empty clip)--since so many tote em, Im curious what can be done

I'll pick up this "empty clip" still hot from tha bullets it just released..
Smash you hard in the face n' leave your family screaming rest.in.peace..
Thats what you get for getting in my face.. you should of run away from this shit..
Instead you got layed out,ha ha ha all this from a empty clip..
Imagine wat i could do to you with a real weapon..
But im gunna leave it up to the next guy,clutching a smith n wesson

Next weapon smith n wesson

grabbing the smith n wesson deciding to to have a quick session
all you lying on the floor screaming out for more
just sitting on my buzz aint none of you fools hardcore
im here to blow your ass up and laugh
then after ill go global only to be the noble one
having fun with my machete, damn here comes the sun

Next weapon is a nuclear war head

I got a nuclear war-head explodin in your main-frame//
change your main-brain into a mutation and your vein-waves//
I got a dadger that stabs your internal organs//
I'm morphan into an evolved stage that can designate tha orphans//
Look, the way i kill you god wouldn't understand//
cause i got a guhn aimin at your external thymus gland//

weapon: STICK

I'll leave OPEN-MINDED blind sided, poke out your eye with a stick,
Then stab ya open mind through ya ear like it's a footlong q-tip//
When I crack ya SACK back, thinkin I'm NUTS when I stab,
I'll beat you until you're blue and drag you to a morgue slab//
In the shadow of my raised arm, your outlook is rather grim,
Dog you said it was just a stick, but it's a fucking tree limb//
I'm swingin the wood, I'm limber, comin straight for your neck,
With death you've fallen, callin "timber," you're no longer erect//

Weapon: hammer

i'll slam this hammer to ya brain/
causing so much pain it'll send a sadomasachist insane/
i'll smash this fucker thru ya knees/
i got u spralled out beggin me "please"/
i make this hammer send "gama" rays thru yo face/
crushing yo wind pipe makin it feel like u been swallowin mace/
leavin traces of yo braces in many different places/
next weapon: razor blade laced wit aidz

he gives me a razor blade laced with aidz
use it like an insane dame made to play
takin the blade and waste the aidz made today
spray it in with raped anal pain
but wait! i aint usin mai own dick to spread it
use blowdarts, dont know where this shit's headed
thats it, ive said it, and ur feelin cold shivers
frozen still, like a sick snake that wont slither

next weapon... frozen snake

I'll stab a frozen snake de3p in your vile colon//
it'll eat you endlessly until you walk the miled omen//
catch me scopen- hopen that this bitch would die//
bury him with possesed snakes wishin that his twitch should fry//
I came from LB- so this lyrical weapon will start to flow//
like a diseased period thats about to get seriously blowed//

Aye Stoops... You Need To Leave A Weapon...

Next Weapon = Ice Cubes
-Ambiguous

haha this dude calls himself OPEN-MINDED??
his heads a full bong with a lil more dope behind it
dont unwind it, we gotta keep it frozen
covered in ice til his feet are cold and
his knees are broken from disease and frostbite
shits gettin nasty, his knees are offwhite
bleeding from cracked teeth and pock lines

next weapon = OPEN-MINDED's carcass

call me a ninja the way i take out emcees wit such precision n stealth>
playin wit blades aint very clever unless u can make the 'cut' shits bad fo ya health>
now i got tha xcaliber in ma calliber firin shots that leave incisions in ya head n i dont play>
cuz up in yo neck is were ma chrome sword lay>
its only decapitation calm down like decafinated>
i got an iron clad hatred fo emcees who r slightley outdated, test this n get yoself wasted>.....kids.....


Next weapon --- Venom

Ill dump venom all over ya face so your skin just falls off..cause it melts-ya/
Now you can give people a piece of ya,... so they can say they felt-ya/
Ill just sit-back, while you get-wack, ..cause ya covered in venom/
I just rip-tracks, you got more men? .Ill destroy them so send-em/
And I just spit-sick, that.s why you get ripped-quick, venom flows when Im spatting/
Poisoning you faster than a second, I got the strongest weapon, that.s why my lips keep flapping/

Next Weapon-- A Twig

Ill fucking grab your head.and jam it up my moms pussy/
No lube or nothing.its fucking rough cause ya a wussy/
And almost suffocate ya to death..and pull your head out quick/
So you can get one final breath..then smother ya face in it, so ya can get a lick/
Then put your head back up inside..and give ya a little twirl/
And she will fuck ya head to death.I guess she just rock yo world/

Next Weapon-- Chalk

dont push me, theres more than power in pussy
the president got a wife? pussy's what bush needs
ya mom used me, to pimp her for reasonable price
u fucked her good, and now im freezin in ice
got ya cheese twice, straight jacked this bitch
ya mom said u suck at fuckin. so instead of actin' rich,
go home, find one of ya sisters to practice with
get back wit it, and try to screw ya old lady again
she still says it feels like shes screwin babies, not men

next weapon: air

Ill grab a air pump.and jam a tube down ya throat/
And pump you the fuck up..this isnt no joke/
Just watch you blow up like a balloon.soon gonna go-pop/
Pick up the needle and go to stab you..while you yelling . no-stop./
Push the needle into you.and watch you go boom/
Spraying ya guts.all over the damn room/

next weapon-- A Sticker

ill take you to my bedroom and smack-ya..so ya fall on the bed/
Your all alone you got no one to back-ya..then i put the pillow case over ya head/
Hit you a few-times..with some new-rhymes..then tie the case tight/
Right around ya neck...with a rubber band...and leave ya there for the night/
Come back the next day..and see you laying-there/
Face all blue...now ya know im not playing-fair/

Next Weapon-- Cell Phone

got u makin calls like you wastin minutes
grab ur phone bill and rub ur face right in it
make a limit on all the shit ya talkin and sayin
cant pay ya bills, leave ya locked up and prayin
so stop conversations, just shut ya ass up
keep talkin, regret what the fuck ya passed up

next weapon: internet

ill fucking post ya pics...all over the net/
And get..the illest killers ya ever met/
Then download you onto.....a floppy-disk/
upload you to the net..and play a game its a sloppy-mix/
Im the axe murderer...and your the girl that dies/
you cant jump through the screen...look like ya just a dead guy/

next weapon-- a club

RaVe and ShOuT, just let this shit out!!
but it isnt dancing this club is about
its clubbin u out, and straight shatter ya mandible
u aint got a mouth, iono how this rapper will battle me
and after ive hammered u, ill hurt u the hardest
and they'll all mourn as if i just murdered an artist

next weapon - blue

Set the date for 1900...then throw you in a time-capsule/
Slam the door shut...press the go...and on a time-travel/
Ya you get lost in the vortex of time...cause i pressed the wrong button/
Now ya stuck...no coming back...and im not frontin/
As ya slowly dissolve...to nothing..ya just simple matter-now/
And you took the chance and opened the door..you just splattered-out/

next weapon-- a CD

when i throw in a disk, and it just drops and lands
hear me flowin in it, wit lyrical contraband
cant stop me man, my words like weapons
will i diss u? ths suspence is worse than guessin
words that hurt the devil, its like the wrath of God
said the baptist John, God's the one that cast the lot
get past the shock, of music that moves u
u hate it a lot cuz it used to abuse u

cast the lot= throwin dice, old term

next weapon: dice

Ill grab the dice...and when you start spitting ya just a joke/
cause i just throw them and they go down ya throat/
getting stuck in ya throat...clogging you tubes/
This is what should happen..to all the newbs/
Your face..just turns blue...ya cant breathe right/
No use to fight it...cause ya know your gonna die tonight/

next weapon-- a card

take ya ass down wit one card like gambit/
slit ya throat wit it when u started rappin/
so hard it happened when i flicked my aces/
split ya face up, BAM! this bitch is wasted/
six to eight clubs, ur the queen of the deck/
dont fuck wit the dealer, im as mean as the best/

next weapon: turntables

Turn heads, while I'm on turn tables//
The sound is so sick got you hiden under tables//
Yeah... I'm scratchen and I'm rappen//
Got ya head bobben and them toes tappen//
Them fingers might be doin' a lil' snappen//
Pause the beat just to hear my crowd clappen//
Thas how Nise make it happen, no jacken//
Scratchen on them tables...

Next weapon= Trophy

Why bother?
 

yo why bother talkin' bout gunz/ if you aint got one/
actin' like yall lyrics fire/ when yall not hot son/
why bother spittin about death/ if you aint really seen yah manz face as he took his last breath/
who actin' like they spittin' a flamethrower/ when aint nobody feelin' heat/
who on here frontin' tryna' rep like yall cowards really from the street/ is yall mad or crazy but i be backin' up my words/ and throwin lead at somebody's mama's boy over the next hottest beats/ then rippin' rectangular plastic to smell the fresh aroma of orange hairs on my herb/
why bother sayin' you da king/ but you know you gon' retreat/
who think they hot/ who wanna run a marathon wit me/ da ruler/
multimillion dollar dreams, of ownin' plush mini mansions, in the hamptons, for me and my team/ who wanna live my lifestyle, runnin' from the cops/ takin' over blocks/ servin' zombies walkin' to da crackhouse/
why bother spittin at you/ when i could really spit at you/
touch you yah brother, mother, and yah weak crew/
i laugh cuz yall aint even half of me/ now who said they da king got some ordasity/ putt'em like 50 said in the aftermath you'll see/
ONE!

Next Weapon = Soda Can.

when i pour nitro an coke in a soda-can//
ill implode-a-man, with more force than yoda-DAMN//
before you see a man hit the corner an run-lots//
i busted gun-shots in his face like cum-spots//
and as i bounce an let this cypher unravel//
the next weapon is officially time travel

-----Don trip, the weapon ^------^------^
-Anon-

From Now On... If Someone Forgets To Leave A Weapon... They're Goin On The Warning List... Gettin Tired Of This Shit...

Next Weapon=Butter Knives.
-Ambiguous

Open the drawer...and pull out a butta-knife..and close-it/
Walk torwards you...about ready to cut-ya-life..but i dont expose-shit/
Raise the knife up...and watch you run away/
i dont give a fuck....ill laugh as you go astray/
Ill chase you down....and cut you to fuck/
No joke ya done...i guess you ran outta luck/

Next Weapon-- a Belt

i gotta use a weapon? lets start wit belts
wit it, ill whip ur ass, leave u scarred wit welts
til its too hard to tell whether ur red or black
fucked u up, guess it wuz the best attack
my next attack, ill take the belt and choke ya
ur dead, send u to hell for the devil to poke ya...

next weapon: a mic

I pick-up-mics..and stick-up-dykes..cause they're here/
I just-spit..and i bust-shit..it blows their ears/
There ear drums just blow...with the blood flowing/
I just speak so loud and not even knowing/
Just scream into the mic...till your head goes pop/
Watching your brain go flying...and your body drops/

next weapon-- a Battery

a battery?!, well lets get charge with assult ,
put convulsions in ya and claim that it wasnt my fault,
cause i come with two sides, negative and a positive,
put ya up to both and i bet you'll be pretty talkative,
teeth chatter, blood splatter, now you bleeding out ya eyes,
watchin all the fireworks and sit as your brain fries.

next weapon- a tampon

Open the box..and pull out a unopened tampon quick/
Open it up...and stab you in the eyes with it/
Then let it absorb all your blood...and get all puffy/
Smack you with it a few times...cause you arent so lucky/
Then take my time at jamming it...so far up your cunt/
That your insides start flowing out..i just enjoy this fun/

Next Weapon-- a fork

like luda, imma use this steak knife and a fork
to take em down when i begin to bite at the pork
would u like some more? ill serve u on a silver platter
you'll feel me slap ya, imma fork u and kill this rapper
so until i have ta, imma save up my silverware
but if ya there, ill scratch ya ass up and strip u bare

next weapon: a plastic spoon

Ill spoon your eyes-out..cause your mine-now/
So you cant see-right..it blows ya mind-out/
and C-fights dirty..and i spoon till i hit ya brains/
And i take spoon fulls of ya brain and eat it..im insane/
Then i just stab the plastic handle..into your heart/
And watch you fall over..and your head crack apart/

Next Weapon-- a pen

I'll let the ink drown u, watch the words clown u
the nib a cm long but it cuts right thru u//
Pennin rhymes that ordainarily associate wit crime
verbally buryin niggas while i stay above the line//
Oh shit! Now the pen run out i'll have to use the mouf
and drop on a knee for ur wife while i play down souf//

Next weapon = ur dik

Yo HIV is out there, I don't mean to scare,
but beware Life aint fair, before you end up in jail
you take a chance, find some romance, and at a glance,
You take your pants off.
Your immune system will fail: you start to cough.
You got no spare life, the rests' strife, check out this cyph...
er, I hired her: The whore you went with, you plead the 5th.
You got whacked by somethin invisible, STDS,
Got jacked by the biz of girls, relentlessly
Now watch how it unfurls, you got no plees.
You're not gonna die tommorow or the next,
But check this, theres no sorrow in my text.
I wrecked this life you were livin,
Could of fucked your wife in the kitchen
but instead you turned to the street, you got beat,
nothing but defeat,
And now i'm switching, After your man hood starts itchin,
Your wife you gotta leave her, the next person up got a meat cleaver

duck, cuz im swingin.
sicker than lynch with this cleaver.
chopping up guts and spleans.
making forbidin recipies it seems.
but im just eliminating the garbage.
cast a flame to ya remains and dart quick.


leaves ashes as next weapon.

ill throw hot ashes...on ya face/
Burning you...all over the place/
Melting ya eyes...so it runs down ya cheeks/
Ya skin peeling off..Showing that ya just weak/
It just burns you alive...ya running around in flames/
Till you fall over just roasting burnt to a crisp, and they say im sane/

Next Weapon-- a wheel

His time passes now its time 4 U 2 die by ashes
pour on top gasses and start flickin matches/
ashes on wensday are perfect lyrical tactics
ur life is a problem I solved with mathamtics/
There answer is there right in front of U
Now People on here can read me makin fun of u/
Thats it is over Im done with U
Next time Ur weak rimes cum up Ima save time and avoid U/
Next Weapon:Ur Moms breast

U stole my ashes and thought ur rimes are ideal
so now u get sotamized by a wheel/
Ur dirt who is ur record 4-1?
If u was in my town ur satus would be 0-Ton/
U must be on XTC trying ur best 2 be an mc
stop contestin me ur rimes are shit and thats real C/
Come with a weapon that can last the opposite of fast
lyrically and physiclly I bet Ill whip Ur ass/

Next Weapon: Speakers