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Just wanted to start this one of again cos it was my fave thread before the breakdown of this pile o shite site. Tell the person above you how you're gonna hurt 'em with the weapon they've left you. Then leave a weapon for the next man.
First weapon=a scaffolding pole |
i'll take that scaffolding pole,
smack ya in the face till ya look like bob dole, hurt ya so bad your face will be ceased, look like ya got the michael jackson disease, that's all i got to say so fuck this i'm done, next weapon i choose, is a fuckin water gun weapon = water gun |
I'm a drown this kid wit a water gun
I hope you can swim Cause I'm put my knee on ya throat And hold ya nose till ya lights get dim Then I'ma revive son and tell him i was full of it And I'm leavin handin the next kid a gun wit one bullet in it Next weapon = a gun wit one bullet in it |
I pull my nine out~aww fuck only 1 shot//
ohwell lets make sure it hurts~point it at ya crotch// I pull the trigga~u less of a man// for now on u gonna be known as~Lady,bitch,or yes ma'am// fuck I gotta go~the cops is coming quick// I guess I'll leave this body bag~detached from his dick// next weapon: a Booger |
LOL!!!!!!!! a booger......... aight then..... here goes....
Yo! fuck a gat, fuck a teck, fuck a looger, I'm bout to dead you with a booger, aim my nostril at you head like sharpshooters,/ and shoot it at your eye, to leave you blind/ now this gives an advantege, I can manage, to advance witout a sight and damege... the rest of your being, straight to your head and chest without your seing... Weapon: a wood chippper |
a woodchipper ok then
instead of slashin u wiv a knife im gna put u in a wood chipper n ur gna get shreaded like the victims of jack the ripper im gna let u know how it feels 2 b a tree wen u as a motha fukin mc get shreaded worst than saddam hussain n the nxt weapon up is a motha fukin crane |
im a fucking titan/
kick a crain over pic it up with my right arm/ implae u with the shit in a storm, incorage lightning/ as for fighting swing it by the camble like a nun chuck/ smack fraiser- with the -crane, cos he he said im fucked up/ next wepon - glass bottle |
hollow mottos and hoe's with no role models//
I'm slashin all ass with the shards of this glass bottles// encaving graves into pavement// behaving insane with a razor just for entertainment// erasers to my brain cuz they say I'm a derranged assailant// next: iron tooth pick |
iron tooth pick here we go
afta a 3 course meal theres summat in ur tooth n ur makin a deal i get the feelin ur goin 2 cry so i grab an iron tooth pick n stick it in ur eye rip it out n shove it dwn ur throat or an otha option is 2 feed it 2 ma goat nxt weapon- a car |
mc-killabeats, shit ya rilla-weak.//
shouldn't speak, come on pussy let's take this shit to the streetz.// I'm over here in my auto-mobile, revin' the rpm to like 7 gz.// got 'cha heart beatin' like it shouldn't be.// pop the gear from p to d, watch ya run ya rear faster than d-baily in tha 100 meet.// trip over your own two feet and bring on your own defeat.// tell the police... yo, it wa'n't me....// next weapon..... metronome |
i got two many weapons so ima name only a few
the one's that are detramental to when i slay my victims in 2 the new kid on the block quickly learned bout my 50 some glocks hit him up in the spot, body froze almost hard as a rock i dont mention to few that murderous weapons i take for granted ever rarely get affected when dealing with knives and its great grand selection this cat's attention when he spoke to the devil was to release an strangeful wraght through a revil now when we talk about the tools of all weapons i receade through evil and rule a high forcefull level |
Illusionist you have missed the function of your voice here/
It's to diss and dismiss with THEIR weapon of choice dear/ Instead you cheated, still defeated cos now the metronome is mine/ I've watched you trip, get a grip, here, now learn to keep time/ Click, click, click metronome? No it's your glock running on empty/ But the magazine's still full, you're just dumb, forgot the safety/ I'd make you choke on this thing, but you're already choking/ Pretend I'm only joking, reel you in then give your eyes a good hard poking/ Finally I'd give you some timekeeping enemas/ Clickety click goes your ass, walk in time, mc stabilizers/ After six months training, all hope waining, I leave you to die/ N for the next sucka to step up, hurt me with hot apple pie/ Next weopon=hot apple pie...............be gentle. |
hot apple pie? i handle guys and squads and rip flesh cause with or without a pastrie u will be chin checked/respect the kid that spit flames and busts/ out with apple type liquid jealous the dutch/please believe when i bust it/ its blown like combustion i rather just throw u in the oven/believe this i seize rap u dont get me/ im a rocker with crocker the type to jealous betty/so get past it believe that u blasted and when i finish pie ill beat ur ass with fruit baskets/ask it! peace
Next weapon=easy one.........mic chord |
you spit ur style like your gaggin for air/mic cord wrapped round your neck wit a glazed out stare/ill eat through your style like your hot apple pie/chord around your neck wit the mic in ur eye/next time you fuck wit me bring a cordless mic/cuz u sound like a younging wit training wheels on his bike/
next weapen= a tampon |
a tampon lol...
I grab a punk~and made him eat the tampon// shit was covered in blood~from the periods tantrum// the smell nearly killed him~so I had to punch him a little// the girls pussy musta been skunked~cause his face was in the shitter// so I left the scene of the crime~with the tampons wrapper// left a tape worm on the floor~from the cows crapper// next weapon: 20 inch tape worm |
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