ill kill you wit a popsicle stick/
jam it so far downya throat you think you got a 2nd dick/
1 by 1 own your throat and into ya blood stream/
haven you soo shook ya blood turnin from red to the color of cream/....

next weapon- a websters dictionary.......1

With the websters dictionary you end up in the cemetary
and for the crimes im about to commit im in the pennitentuary
this nigga barely has to defeat you because these haters suck
slice ya wrists to bits with folded pieces and paper cuts
Im vain, im trained, my brain reppin illogical
ill destroy your crew with every single word possible
unstoppable like the mental of that kid on " smart guy"
the next weapon imma choose is a computer Hard-Drive

damn you guys and your computer parts for weapons
I'm in tha streets, where the fuck am I supposed ta get one
I guess I'll take a trip to the public library
take tha system apart and find this guy royalty
royaly woop his ass then after that take the edge of the hard drive and slice his fuckin' neck.

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whats the next weapon

blunt youve been here forever and you dont know how to play the weopon cypher...

next weapon: an ore

Reppin Tucson arizona to florida MI-AM-I
Beating you to death with and oar ...OR AM I?
DAMN GUY? When this MAN RHYME hes yellin FUCK THE BEAT
the next weapon imma use is the Kidneys of BLUNT EMCEE

A Pair of kidneys, from the deceased body of a DUMB FUCK
tie some strings to these shits and defeat you wit some NUMCHUKKS
so FUCK BLUNTS thinkin his inking could POP TRISTAN
The PLOT THICKINS, Throw his ass in a pool of HOT CHICKEN


Next Weapon = Hot Chicken Grease.

lol ur a funny fucker dude

Ill take ur ass to KFC/
to throw u in some hot chicken grease/
til u burn and boil and give up ur lifes lease/
screamin "Help me, Please, please!"/
besides chicken is fattenin', u should eat a salad/
yo muthafucka pass the thousand island/

next weapon= thousand island sauce

1000 islands, 1000 ways to die/
choke on this nasty shit, don't fuckin ask why
looks like the shit that just dripped out/
of this fat bitches pussy who was asleep on my couch




next weapon=fat bitches underwear

life, aint all about a knife,
i stick around paint a saint picture of ur wife/
i stand for me and only me, i light a splif
i take the walk of the blood, makin it a cliff
culture, i spit my dimes, jamin this 9 in ur clunt
i'll hit u across the face makin u dance like duck duck hunt
u wanna throw ur weak rymes at me, i'll tell u take them back to the crapper, cuz u aint no rapper,
u got a rubber dick, u use for a pen, and write ur wackO lines, about ur mamam pens dick viagina, i spill lthe chemical
war-fare all over ur ass make it look like u pee'd acid//

someoen needs to learn how read directions. go back to school, idiot. read the instructions


the weapon is still=fat bitches underwear

steal ur moms underwear and stare,in disbelief eyes of the thief,but i got a job to complete can't miss a beat/
with surgeons gloves i carefully handle the briefs,don't want to catch a disease,they got stains on never cleaned,smell worse than a rotten meat scene/
catch my enemy unawares throw over his head underwears,inhalation of rancid stench followed by strangulation,make him suffer worse than his dad,he must b a brave muthafuka cos its gotta b the smelliest pussy anyones ever had/
finally i'd hang him from the ceiling with the bra,dead as a rat but not even a scar,ur final ridicule in ur final hour

next weapon=a needle

yo will a needle i will puncture yo skin and make u bleed,
a needle is like a herion addict's nessecity need,
i'm a straight stab u in yo left eye,
dont ask me why,
in my possesion i'm carryin a small undectable weapon,
glue it to the floor so what where u steppin


next weapon: a stick on fire