If Words Could Kill Cypher!
 

ayo ayo
think about it, if words could kill, everybody'd be dead, a fuck-you could turn to a gun to ya head, im spittin flames, kid, none of ya'll in my range kid, goin agianst me leave clips empty i aint no killa but please dont tempt me..ima proceed wita bad rep, fuck my life, fuck u, and most of all fuck ya crew..right dere was a chain reaction, pain refraction, a motha fuckin shame relaxin, get it? ya'll faggots stand still, da names ill, cuz everyone be dead if words could kill!

I'd spit and leave everyone at a stand-still//f*ck it, I just need 2 bars,becuase I know that my words can-kill......

If words could kill, my usage would be revolver...
Straight outta "Tha ViLLe", I'm samaritan's problem solver//

my words are deadly like anthrax/ so yall better stand back/ i open my mouth cuz it kills like a black gat to murder you damn fags/ im lettin my pants sag and feelin so pissed who heard of murder through a speaker with a compact disc/ exibit A/ Exquisate rays blaze out of my mic/ i stand on stage and kill the crowd/instead of gettin um hype/ if words could kill i would murder everybody tonight.....

Reality the Untouchable....

IF WORDS COULD KILL I WOULD BE A MURDERIN NIGGA/ WITH MY VOCAL CORDS HOLDIN HEAT PRESSURIN' THE TRIGGAS/ WITH THE SIMPLENESS TO EXHALE A WORD IN RYTHM/ PRACTICALLY A FAULT OF THE VICTIM SENTENCED TO DEATH JUST FOR LISTENIN'/ WHAT TYPE OF MAN COULD CREATE A "DEATH SENTENCE" WITH THE NAME SPEAKIN' THE TRUTH/ I'D BE A MAN CREATIN DEATH PARAGRAPHS OUT OF THE STRENGTH OF THE MIND THAN A FORCE OF BRUTE/ IF MY WORDS COULD KILL MY MIND BE HOLDIN' CLIPS OF AMMUNITION/ THEN MY MIND BE THE TRIGGER AND MY MOUTH BE THE BARREL CONNECTED IN COMPOSITION/ TRIGGER HAPPY AND TRIGGER TRIPPIN/ SPITTIN BULLETS FOR GRAVESTONES/ HEARIN' THE LYRICS EXITING THE BARREL LISTINEN' TO THEIR DEATHTONES/ AND NOW I BE SAYIN "STICKS AND STONES CAN BREAK YOUR BONES, BUT MY WORDS WILL NEVER THE LESS KILL YOU/...................

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some hott shit keep postin son

If linguistics could kill, I'd go into the battlefield with an english filler,
English as my weapon, even use it as my excuse for being a killer...

gimme some feedback

I spit Ryhms at yoo like Fire\\Im coming at you Wit my up most Desire\\Im higher than Peter Pan\\When hes Flying in da Sky trippin on acid Fire\\Like Cheech and Chong\\I take a HIt from da Bong\\Pull out my DOng\\Strokin my Slong\\Hit it wit a cattle iron Prong\\Your weak im Strong\\ Your Tweaked im Not\\Ill take ya to Da spot\\Hit you Up wit my Glock\\Ill still Be on Top\\You think yur Quicker than Me\\You better think Twice cause your Not\\Im red Hot for the Fight\\Ill turn you in Fright\\Wit just Despite\\The news Broadcasting\\Says your Gonna die in PLastic casting\\I got my Boy Jay......Naaaaa.......\\He my Boy an All\\But wit you\\I wont Need him at All\\Jays the One ive Learned it all from\\Ive had his Back since day One\\And i Still have it From now to Come//

Yo Tricia
 

yo girl (Tricia) , u madd fuckin hot! hit me up on aim at DilemmasNYC maybe we can collab or sumthin. 1

If my words could kill, I spit at your brain/
So your head is blown with a bar that's simple and plain/

ayo ayo if word's could kill i would have a mental/
cocked and ready to blow in anysecond/
but think about it like this ud kill ir self in ur firs week/
cuz u know what it is u think be 4 u speak/
so if word's could kill we'd all be dead/
frum the word's we constantly think in our heads/
so don't wish that word's could kill/
it's like eating at a restarant and knowin u can't front the bill/
word

think about it