who want it when i got the paper in my hand/
one slice will u leave u spillin blood all over the land/
yall dont want it wit the paper man/

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so the next one is paper
how bout this ill saya//
fuck u nah-sayers im the infamous emcee slayer
when we battle u have no prayer//
cut u quick like i dont even care
i maul u like a bear take ur head off leave u lookin like a pear//
malicious my intent i bent the piece swingin
mad paper cuts im bringin like u bad dreamin//
no time when im schemin bes believe me man
i got the magic hand what u thought was glass was merely sand in my palm//
pray to jesus.. if u morman write a psalm while im calm
spread my infamous balm leave ur mom n dad sendin almes(grievencess)//
next weapon is shottas poor rappin ability
100...

whos dis kid frost, my monitor glass cut him fast like sonic the hedgehog/ when my dum dums let off it will take ur head off/

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yo dog the rule of the thread is too fuckin use a weapon now since u wanna be a bitch meet me at the frontlines 100..

Kid frost, my weapon of choice is a jigsaw
Lay you in a hospital bed with spiderwebs, cut ya lips off
I'm about that sick stuff, but who really cares?
When I get to Shotta, grab a axe and slice his head off then throw em down a flight of stairs

take you out with my peice and beat you with a jigsaw/
i am law/ cut fags with twin saws /
talking all that shit you should of been raw/
you dont want me to aim for that chest cus i know you cant afford a vest / best to move out the west /
his shit is fake cus he dont know what im talking about /
my words/ win wars / send you back up ya momma
even attached to the un-bil-i-cal cord /
so next time youll know who your fuckin with /
like aliens abductin shit /
unload into a mc pumps and clips /


the next weapon 12 gauge and gasoline

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You Want It With Me Shure lets raise stakes...
U More Of Fag Them Niggas You Claim U Gang Raped...
Rhymes Foul... Your Shit Is Irrelivant...
With Heat Like This No Wonder Why Im Meltin The Residents...
~anubis


Net Record 49-30

Stay Merking

ill take my gasoline make a trail to ya house
spark da gas wit my guage outta silence is if i were a mouse//
your left inside kicking and ceamin bloody murda,
its no use over the krackle of da flame no wun coulda hurd ya//

:next weapon: gunpowder and two rocks

ima do my own cypha

tie you up take the gun power surround only ya feet,
watch you screaming for me to let you go but in your future is only defeat//
take my two rocks click em together for a spark,
enough flame from the powder to light up the dark//
your body cooked instantly from the inside out,
souls gone hell its what your body without//

next weapon: q-tip and a match

Mr shit's not THE shit, he's just SHIT now boy sit/
In the UK a Qtip is a pool cue, you gettin this?/
And a match is a football game, your soccer that is/
But first i'm emptying my bollocks on your face, you like jizz?/
At half time i run on the pitch and make you my bitch/
Feel my pool cue go right up you, it's 5 feet four inch/
You scream the crowd cheers, cos we hate the u.s. kids/
Bring the beef muthafucka, i hate those with long sigs/
You fall crippled and dazed, on the turf at manchester/
Right then i unleash, the uk's most convicted molester/
No daddy! yr pleeding but he's already gettin started
Now you're lubed up and bleeding and can't stop him YOUR RETARDED.

wuts the next weapon...damn yo this cypher is bein slept on...lets go get this one up n runnin againn..1

MY WEAPON IS GONA BE A "PAD" N "PEN" SINCE THE LAST KAT DIDNT GIVE ME ONE

im quik to dissmiss, rip apart n twist ya bitch ass rants i got ya afraid to take a piss//so u best stepoff relax mabey even retire//cuz if u come back n diss it was me who set ya crib ablaze or if u wana say................. ON FIRE//cuz people aproach wit they gats n half loaded clips//but im quik to bust my lyrical "pad n pen" into they hips//dodgin bullets n repeatin ya last statement cuz im betta then you and your just a fake rappa replacement//my verball darts are splitin ya membrane apart with one two.... THREE hits//and ya styles getin broke apart quika then my dick did ya mams lips//and with that last diss i guess you could say im out//but with this freestyle i just killed you hit you in the center with darts//
you the type of emcee who is on stage N during a battle he farts/" lol now that was just dumb"

aight the next weapon is goin be " BAD GAS"

Not bad it has to be sed but kids still wind up dead/
Kids can still be given beatings/
Don't see it as that but free teachings/
Or schoolings, shit get's learn't/
As Ali gets burnt first/
But the baddest's still to come cos my farts r the worst/~~~
Like 6 year old bratwurst/
That's been festering in yr mums 'love purse'/
I've done worse but fuckit as I let my sherrif's badge burst/
Shiteaters dot com, oops i followed through/
I carried on and let my beer gut and old indian food choke you/
How dya like uk shit? Taste's like tetley's my shit dunt it?/
You haven't gagged quite this much since dad made u lik mum's clit.

btw tetley's is an english bitter 'beer'. You wouldn't understand.

next weapon =1 x Boil in the bag rice

boilin rice is like chasin these emcees
ima cat and they some mice
i tried to be nice but couldnt say it politely
these kids keep tryin ta spite me fight me
but all they do is bite me
my lines are authentic stitched new era made
run ur mouth like kid n play end up wearin a high top fade
take u to the whackness center give u "clinic aid"(em rap)
a mentor maybe for that u gonna pay
the next weapon in the cypher gets at all the lifers
its a shank spiked like a bat what the fuck u think bout that
causin chaos ima mack wit 9 long inches an a fat ass sack