*phew* is it just me or is this place gettin HOT
im bout to rack up another kill, n take everythin he got
first i tie him up n put this fat nigga in my trunk
drive around all day, open it up, FUCK that shit stunk!
i think this fool did a shit in my car, he must be scared
no matter, were at the place of his death, so be prepared
for some damn grewsome shit, i spit like a horror movie
i killed crugar in my dream even that bitch, couldnt move me
so where was i, oh yeh in the abandoned steel mill
its cold so i turn on the power n light a grill
this gives me an idea i look at the solder iron
then i look back at my victem, well have sum fun, i aint lyin
i burn some solder on the tip of the tool, its RED HOT
then i melt his eyes shut till hes screamin "MAKE IT STOP!!"
shit, my next move is puttin some solder down his throat
i do it real slow like, then give it an extra coat
torture mutha fucka, ill teach u 101
its sick but blame k4p, id rather use a gun
damn i think i hear sirens, i better leave the mill
before i go i dump the dead body in sum hot melted steel

next weapon - a ki of coke.. uncut.

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aight..

with an AK and uncut ki of coke..
hold him at gunpoint, make him eat it till he chokes..
dont matter the time a day, my watch and meter are broke..
this shits history, cause i did it before i spoke!..
*PUH PUH*the sound of ya teeth against my fists..
cut ya fuckin vein open,toss coke into it..
i aint done,na you just now bleedin..
say something else,bitch gimme a fuckin reason..
bash ya brain out wit the tips of these hallows..
lodge these bulles in ya thought, and give you more coke to swallow..
hallucinagin, inya casket, you got roots-growin-in..
first you, but now i thirsts for-ya-friends..
better recongsile wit god, cause you soon to meeting him..
if you thik those AK bullets was big,wait till i reload, they were medium..

just a key, bored.

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Proud OYD member again . <------- That is whassup

errr use a Tire iron nigga.. iunno

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Proud OYD member again . <------- That is whassup

A TIRE IRON YOU CANT BE SERIOUS
FUCK IT WATCH ME RIP..

spit flames at your gas tank..pullin a rival prank...
pull ya rank....benificiary your chick...so when you die i hit the bank..
cut ya brakes...still ya rims.....cut the tree down on your tims..
face clap you wit a tire iron.....ear lobes closed so you cant hear the siren...
ammunition ajust from the rapid firein.....imprint on ya forehead...
naw drop it on ya throat...like a draw bridge wire cut above a moat.....


what niccahs


new weapon is 44 calibur exstended clip modified scope riffle....holla

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BOSTON LYRICIST

fuck that wack gun ima clap sons wit a cap gun ..
ya'll neva pick up weapons neva even strapped one ..
but ill dance on ya grave and lace ya wit bangers ..
chasin the dragons draggin bodies wit a 44 magnum ..
blast at faggots ak's snugz gats and plastics ..
its nothin elimante ya whole race ya'll just maggots ..


next weapon- Used Tampon

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"AID's infested child molesters aren't even sicker than me"
-Immortal Technique

Yo i beat mcee's over tha head,
wit a used tampon thats filled wit red,
right before tha bitch got wet,
i settled tha debt,
bitch slaped State Capitol then layed him to rest,
ina bed filled wit led before he got a chance to say what he said.


Next Weapon: A Door Handle

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Quote:

Originally Posted by Indeph Lyricalsolja you illy on the sickness tip.

cant lock the door cause i snatched the handle ..
dead on arrivial somebody light a candle ..
another victim dead, cover the sheets on his bead ..
feel to the crime of a door handle to the head ..

haha real dumb shit haha


next weapon=Rusty Screwdriver

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"AID's infested child molesters aren't even sicker than me"
-Immortal Technique

reach into my draw and grabb the soup~lighter
no knife~desperate to kill this bitch as she try to stop me
rape da fukin whore in da bak jeep.so who nedds a "SCREW ~DRIVER"?
cause all of this shit im spitting is pulp fiction~cars all Sloppy

next~Pistol

I'll list ah reason you'll sit intha hearse-
shoot witha pistol,my bullets whistle like nurfs- (football)
keep my hand on my gun,cuz I grip it like turf-
U want the truth Ill leave u blue like smurfs-
ask questions last my poppa told me shoot first-
after my pistol do its job mash on the gas n keep rollin like Fred Durst

next weapon= razor blade

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back in the pen, the razor blades ya only friend
if niggas wanna talk shit i bring tha drama right to them
i kept a razor taped on the inside of my top bunk bed
overheard sum bitch in the next cell giving head
i had beef with a nigga, but instead of endin him
i slit his bitches throat right open then again down the chin
the bitch didnt die but when he came around he was mute
this pissed me off more, cuz the nigga i was beefin thought it was cute
so one day, i beat him over the head with sum weights
then cut his throat open aswell n smacked his head on the steel gates
he died later that night but no1 said it was me
theyd die aswell if they snitched, i already killed 2, im itchin to make it 3!

next weapon- your BARE HANDS

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yo as he walks away i ko him from tha back,
and use my bare hands as bats,
and beat him in his face,
till there's blood all over the place,
and he's no longer recognizeble as a person,
while im whylin out im cursin,
while his veins are burstin.

Next Weapon: A Lit Ciggarette

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Quote:

Originally Posted by Indeph Lyricalsolja you illy on the sickness tip.

drop and spit from my lips drips off lit candle wicks..
clots your skin grids mix cigs acidic shit..
depict a burn this shit will earn you and turn you..
inside out like cheap shit theyll return you..
eyes broil ..sitting in flame soil..
people remains light up like wrap foil..
out cold in acoma but your bodys still hot..
your minds a cake.. your brains ready to flop..
this cig will cost you more than your wallet..
more like the last drink to an alcoholic..

next weapon...a 2x4

aight ill use a 2x4 in my when i spit
make u fuck it
lit it on fire when itz touchn yo dick
man watchn this shitz sick
itz better than watchn a porno flick
u 1 fag no onez gon miss
and fo tha next weapon my piss
let me c u kill me wit this

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hellz finest

Bitch, first imma cutt ya throat then watch ya blood seep/ Then take u to ya moms and ask her what she think? She prolly scream, "YES" cuz u caused her hell/ Well i'mma cut ya limbs off and send them in tha mail/ Now, I just slit ya wit my verbal attack/ To finish tha job i'mma grab my nap sack/ I'mma pull out tha knife shine it up good/ Stab u in the heart so your gone for good, Holla!


Next Weapon: Your dick or pussy= Either of them can be deadly. Ha Ha!!

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Ya BiTch FA ShO!

pull down my pants let it hang no lie
cock it back load it up and cum shot in your eye
spin it round and round
till u hit the ground
from 5 pounds of x rated dick
walk down the street gettin free licks from chicks

weapon=Q-tip