yo tha title speaks for its self i'll start it off

ayo ayo
If it's murder we TALKIN', ya gon' be lyin' in ya COFFIN
and if it's murder you want, then motha fucka you
DYING // wether its wita gun or ona electrical chair FRYING//
I could easily pull out any kinda weapon and end ya
damn LIFE // wita bomb, bat, or jus a small KNIFE //
I could pull out a GLOCK and pop 32 SHOTS, right into
ya HEART until tha shit STOPPED // splatter ya guts on
tha wall and make as big MESS, leave ya lying wita
bullet in ya CHEST, but hell It would put you ta REST

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aight here we go...

yo i'll raise ya casket and bring you BACK TO LIFE..
then raid ya living self with MACKS and KNIVES until the demons all around us are SATISFIED......
i'll be glad to die... hit by a train... and or to kill another nigga with the FIFTH by his BRAIN....,
kickin ass therefore i'm WRITIN' NAMES---
Recitin' Flames to torture you in a cavern with WILD BEARS...
my Style Scares all in the Aisles there as i pass the warning shot as a VILE FLARE...,
blade under ya throat... what you Mumble I'll Quote.. save it as ya last words as you Stumble and Broke..,
drown you in my flow... pound you with a fo'.... then have bullets surround you until ya blow..
attach a bomb to the head of ya bus driver...
then walk through the debris afterward cuz i'm never afraid to TOuch Fire...,




keystyle.... 3 minutes
aight here we go

A million ways to die, why? because u deceased where you lie/
Back pressed to the ground, face tipped toward the sky/
Closed eyes, as your life flashes scenes from ur past/
It's like your spinal cord's been thrashed and u've breathed ur last/
Full body cast produced from the blast, an explosion of verbal dynamite/
I'm like meat, I have the capability to serve people wit illness, yet i'm good to the last bite/

a million ways to die is the title of our battle/
destroya like ya want it make ya brains shake and rattle/

surplex ing ya eyelids wit verbal hulk hogans/
this aint just flow this my job i make lifetime slogans/

blasting ya wit a million slugs out in the open like it was raining/
bling blangin with iced out machetes slicing ya up in pieces that melt in ya mouth and not in ya hand/ya understand this is hard as my dick in the vip room wit a stripa/im off the tippa my name should be jack cuz you know imma rippa/

fuck wastin a bullet in ya skull or drop a mil on a bomb ta blow you up/
i drop a million BRICKS on ya bitch ass,unload the whole dump truck/
strap ya ass wit duct tape to a wooden chair in the basement/
put the speaker next ta ya hear on maz base,an bust ya brains out wit my killer statements/
hide the carcuss in the pavement,straight gangsta bout it/
diced body parts hiddin in bricks,wouldn't build ya kids a playhouse witout it/
coat a thumbtack wit aids infected blood,and stick it in ya shoe/
call me skittles,i make cats red white black an blue/
medieveil style too,tie ya limbs ta 4 pick ups,ad send them away in different directions/
dip you in industrial stregnth acid for ya acne,leave ya bones wit a flawless complexion/


this just a cypher so i'mma call it quits at this...
got my brain juices flowin though.sumnbody else reply so i can spit summore.

you can die layin down at the bottom of pools//or take seconds off ya life wit 50 packs of cools//you can slit ya wrist//or throw yourself from cliff//or put a little somethin extra in the middle of ya spliff//you can aim the heat at ya dome and blow out all that you believe-in//or cover your head wit a pillow until you no longer breathin//you could throw yourself in front of a train and get blasted//or hop in front of expressway traffic and cause havoc//theres a million and 1 ways to put your ya soul to rest//but why do it yourself//when you can get murked by someone else

This Shits Non Sense--Theres A Million Ways To Face Ya Sentance...
So I Can Shoot You Now, Or Drop A Bomb And Kill Millions Thats Innocent...
If You Wanna Get Technical, Death Can Be Ya Own Glory...
Because If You Talk Shit--A Knife To Ya Throat Can Change Ya Story...
Dont Bore Me--Niggaz Kill For Fun--Take A Test...
Like For Instance Battlin Me..Is There A Death In Text??...
Cause You Be Hopin, Get Killed But You Could've Won..
I Sleep With 'One Eye Open'--That's The Barrel Of The Sawed-Off Shot Gun...

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lmao at your avatar..gettin head thru the pants...

ANYways..
inject you wit lehal fluids,or make you overdose on water in ya blood stream/
stick a empty syringe in ya skin,and let the air stop ya heart beat/

fck.g2g

alota muafuccaz/is talkin bout murderin/in my situation/its neva premeditated/all i eva wanted to do/is free verse, fucc some bitches/n have a blunt n a brew/who wouldve knew/this kid tEk/was politely/labeled a threat to society/why/because the hood molded n lied to me/now/wheneva i think of the hood/i picture me rollin/wit the top down/L sparked/n da 40 caliber blowin/my burna is like a 24 hour theater/every hour its showin/ima tell ya, man/the shit a make ya be havin a fit/of course its a million wayz to die/but/unfortunately you chose this...

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um....you murderin cats wit rhyme?is that it?

i leave these peeps chainsmokin 24/7,no time ta rest/
till the black in ya lungs is leakin thru ya skin to ya chest/
fuck blastin a tech an robin hoods,i'll get at you wit his arrows/
stick a apple in ya mouth an roast you over a volcano's hot air yo/
pig bake,or hog tie you to a helecopter an drive low thru thorn bushes/
take a picture of it and show ya mom what human mush is/
push kids half way thru metal grates wit serated edges/
feed the ground leg meat to wild dogs,wish you used them ta jumped off high ledges/

some of you cats may believe there be a million ways to die, but there's just 2 for me~
in dreams i've shot it out with the cops, and felt released as the bullets blew through me~

or get drunk and take 20 vicaden, late night~
and slash my fuckin' wrists with a rusty butter knife~

a million ways ta die im guessin u chose tha knife ta ya chest... cus kid i dont feel like pushin bullets thru ya vest// i maintain my mentality until its time fa ya fatality...cus tha quickest way fa u ta die is if u battle me//

Tearin spinal columns out with my bare hands.. ..
Use ya intestine and pancreatic juices to aid in my plans.. ..
Rip off ya arms and take you swimmin for therapy.. ..
Drown you in soap to see how bad brain washin can be.. ..
Disperse mentals and leave cerebrals in pools of fragments.. ..
Puncture vents in ya throat to string you on tha fridge with magnets.. ..

ehh, fuck it


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