i'll pop the cap off...and write-on-ya-cheeks..
dont struggle at all...so dont fight-on-ya-weak..
Stab you in both eyes...pull'em out and shove'em down ya throat..
Listen to you choke..as i give ya brain a little poke..
Then stab you in the chest..hitting ya heart..
Bringing you death..it wasnt that hard...

Next Weapon--a necklace

bitch i'll snatch ya necklace and choke ya till ya chest ceases to heave/
either that or plug a pearl in every openin so this bitch cant breathe/
i'll extend whats left and torture till u say my name/
but fuck i'll still teach ya "what i learned in the CIA"/(remeber the Simpsons where HOmer fough Bush oh yeah)
then i'll leave ya in the dirt where u cant hear crickets play/
and sell one of those pearls for your bitch as town in PA/

next weapon: the so called corpse of Nefertiti

yall lost site of the cypher long ago
it started as a hot topic like zim started as a hot show
but niggas like u get shit canceled
so my weapon of choice is a sharpend pencil
add the chunks of u left on the tip an holdin it to write is a handful
but my mandible grips around this shit wit out effort
but this shit is all fun an games til a niggas left hurt.....

next up....a baseball bat! c'mon this should be easy......

I lace all cats wit baseball bats//
Crack they skulls~see their thoughts and erase all facts//
Give ma enemies ~ new memories ~ and no venom is//
More lethal, and living entities with bending knees//
Is a result of the swing of the bat//
Man a nigga to broke to afford a gat//

a live wire

"a live wire"

noose ya neck wit an electrified line of live wire../
den i'd just hang u high from da 1st tall branch that id find 2 tie ya//
afta i um,cant quite decide from soakn him n gas 2throw his ass inside a fire now dis is option-B... /
steada letn em rott ona tree id use dat live wire 2tie sum cement blocks 2his feet so he'd finda spot @da bottom of da sea//
well even sharks gotta eat, n when they spot him... his corpse is lunchmeat/
then id use da same livewire on his wife n son,lash em2 death like its done in dem forein countries//


weapon of choice- a wooden spoon (lol)

__________________
IJL.i thought id acknowledge it/now compotitions "losin faith" like Christopher Wallace did//
Step n ur dyin,getN no credit 4tryin/Only time u was in a bitch was ya class trip 2 ellis island/ Please believe? i speak da truth/i see U like retarded kids in empty rooms playin peek-A-boo //
in a battle?id disembowel any withN a circumfrance,kid 45th is da toughest/so like an armless janitor ud"kick da bucket"//

ayo' I'm takin you out, splinner your mouth//
wooden spoon in hand ready to joust//
witta crackle to pop, I snap and you drop//
when da wooden spoon hit your top, you imme-ditly knot//
cook up da caine wit da same weapon I used when you got sleign//
sLiC go hard witta wooden spoon even though it was strange//

next weapon: butter knife

Straight from da gutter ready to cut a sucka wit a butta knife//
The other five ducked and dive out the window fo they life//
Ready to ride out, slice em "fruits" like vegetables//
These faggots suckin da nine like gun barrels are digestable//
Contestable? Nah, the're slightly mistaken G's//
Butta knife slice em like cheese and rake em like leaves//

Weapon -> My Nike Shoes lol

stompin on cats in my Air Force Ones/
dropped my knife an tucked my gun/
wit my shit laced to that top so i follow if u run/
matter of fact...i use sum other cats shoes/
cus niggas "c" drama when he stomp on em in the white an blues/
ooohh...cus my shoe box is full of clips an tools//

next up.....an iron

plug it in and turn it on..and let it get hot..
press it against ya face, and watch ya skin drop..
Rub it around so it burns all ya skin off..
Burn the meat and bone just to show ya soft..
Press harder to it so it goes threw ya skull..
Melting ya brains, watch it drizzle out and fall..

next weapon-- a cup

Take a swig of my hypnotic, when i finish my last sip,
i'm hittin you wit my cup cuz you took the last drip,
breakin it on your face, knockin your sense into place,
cuz that was my last bottle and i even ready to topple,
not even drunk, call me bonecrusher cuz i all i have to do is open the trunk,
and grab another bottle and yell "lets get crunked"

next weapon: welding torch

I take the spark to the tip of my welding torch bitch//
And I'll DEE-NI you any chances of survivin this shit//
So open up your mouth and say aah, I got a new game// Called "watch the tounge burn" when it's meltin in the blue flame//
Bitch don't run, I'll soak your whole body in 151//
Then light you up with the torch, and watch you flame up and run//
I put the gas mask on, because your melting body is gaseous//
Then I get a garbage bag so I can clean up your ashes//
Your funeral will be on live TV like Howard Stern//
When I take the top off and jack off into your urn...///

Next weapon: a box of grenades

With a box of grenades I'll make away wit ur barricades//
Burn down apartments, here comes da fire brigade//
Ready to hose da flames down, but it cant be stopped//
Wit da pull of a pin your soul jumps out like Jack in da box//

Weapon -> My Computers mouse lol

computer mouse...

i'll shove his computer mouse in2 da mouth/...
of an abusive spouse,leave it lodged in da throat till da skin gets mo blue den what a big bruise or 2 could sprout//
fuck a right click, id get da cord n tie it 2ya neck wit enuff strength inmy grip 2 brake../
ya wind pipe quick so id watch da end ofya life slip while it asphyxiates//

weapon: poison

__________________
IJL.i thought id acknowledge it/now compotitions "losin faith" like Christopher Wallace did//
Step n ur dyin,getN no credit 4tryin/Only time u was in a bitch was ya class trip 2 ellis island/ Please believe? i speak da truth/i see U like retarded kids in empty rooms playin peek-A-boo //
in a battle?id disembowel any withN a circumfrance,kid 45th is da toughest/so like an armless janitor ud"kick da bucket"//

ayo' hoodied and masked, witta poisen filled flask//
creep attack like anthrax inya glass, ta murder yo' ass//
its official when you start to gasp//
holdin your throat and belly like you got gas, dat wont pass//
a well planned task, completed//
enemies depleted, poisened and defeated//

next weapon: broken glass