My magical powers make me see right throught you //
So I spray wit lyrical vengenance and send three throught you //
X-Ray vision causes my spits to have cat-like precision //
What I'll come up wit next, you can't even invision //


Next: Noose in the Ballroom lmao....wun

Ill take your ass down wit a 24 mag.
your ass will be put in a body bag, befor i shoot you ill hang your dreams, watch your flows fall to hell, watch these nigas straight down to the ring of the bell, see i flow nonstop my shit is endless have these niggas lookin like they want to dick suck my nutz. tryin to give head quicker quicker have these niggas dead, see im nuttin to you all but i know im gonna be a legend straight from the westcoast, you all be in heaven once im done these peepz think im through thats when i raise from the dead and all kill you.Im sick like that, have these niggas all having heart attacks, 1niga 2niga 3niga 4, watch them all hit the floor, niggas wont be no more. trying to get sick wit my dick ill kill you son, tick tock tick tock Im not Even done! Sike didnt i just trick you, foo you should think twice befor you mess wit me ill have your ass layin on your comp desk bleedin from the chest.

i have no clue what a noose is... soo sry if i broke the rules
nxt weapon: lead pipe

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yeah yeah im ill!

yo imma take a lead pipe, and smash your head twice/
take this nigga out tha league, taken up space, your dead life/

its heavy too, takes two hands to lift tha pole/
but when it comes down on your head, your brains fall out your asshole/

i'll beat this kid until he looks like a pile of Jelly/
and leave bandaids on your face like that pussy nigga Nelly/

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i aint no 'sweet studd', im a 'street thug'/
that's quick ta beat a nigga like a 'cheap rug', until he 'leave blood'/ - Big L

I'm goin' 'all out', i tear the 'wall out', i'll knock you 'all out'/
you couldn't grip somethin' heavy unless you pulled my 'balls out'/ - Lucky

people tell me im 'mad-nice', but i take it in strife/
cuz while you had a bad day, I had a 'bad-life'/ - Lucky

my bad...next weapon is a keyboard

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i aint no 'sweet studd', im a 'street thug'/
that's quick ta beat a nigga like a 'cheap rug', until he 'leave blood'/ - Big L

I'm goin' 'all out', i tear the 'wall out', i'll knock you 'all out'/
you couldn't grip somethin' heavy unless you pulled my 'balls out'/ - Lucky

people tell me im 'mad-nice', but i take it in strife/
cuz while you had a bad day, I had a 'bad-life'/ - Lucky

i attack wit rhythmatic plots
my keyboard lights up i hit the buttons like connect dots
to knockin and boppin
ya heads wit kinetic flows
yall be stoppin and droppin
like panties on pathetic hoes
my baselines
crack snap and dislocated ya spine
the drumline
attach and attack to educate ya mind
so my casio
masterful by the way i spit
and this attitude
mad at you
because the trackjust skip
so i kill anotha
an slap the motha
fo the son she created when she broke a rubba
cuz my keyboard lights and fire comes out
yall faggots burn in hell for puttin me in doubt

next weapon: skittles

Niggaz claim 2 be hard but they hearts is little,
So I won't even pop off just help em choke on some SKITTLES,
Prop your mouth open and poor a bag in your throat,
As you gag and you choke tha RAM laugh and chuckle,
Niggaz is that soft they don't need to get they brain blown,
How sweet it is you could see death by tastin da rainbow.

my fault
da weapon is a piece of tree bark

One bark, Two bark,
Red bark, Green Bark

Upon a chance I was handed bark.
They pointed towards the target mark.
"kill that man" they said with a hark.
throw it like the dive of a lark!
I thought no way can I make it!
Its much too far even to fake it!

I wasn't gonna let no crap weapon stifle
my efforts to kill that man
I'd do it with bark. A brilliant plan.
So I brought out the ol' Huntin rifle

Whitled the bark down into a bullet
The genius that is of me, mullet
Hollow point and .45 caliber
This target was so close, right thurr!

Slide the wood into the brass
and took aim for the mark's ass
Pull the trigger, and to my surprise
his head exploded, how niiizzzee....





Next weapon: Acme Anvil

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stay in school

I drop bombs like i'm ova in iraq//
And i love fuckin' wit ya gurl cause she gotta rack//1

It makes no diffrence 2 me cause i'm E-vil//
I come down on u wit a ton of wieght like an Acme An-vil//2

wordz

Still...u better Move, cuz i'm a verbally assault u wit toxic wordz
use the whole alphabet to mix up poison and infect u turdz

increase my word volume so i can blow out ure ear drums
whilst i'm standin strong ears plugged up wit both thumbs

with nouns and adjectives straight down to the verbz
i'll use every word in the dictionary to murder u herbz

Next Weapon: A roller skate

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Huh to late my label mate left me with a roller skate/
I ride on bitches face, they trying to get up, trying to escape//

I'm can't wait till Christmas so I can get some new blades/
So I can stroll over yall niggihz faces, with pointing edges and sharp like spades/
Ride all over ya lyriks and battles untill they fade/

A roller skate, roller blade make no difference/
Cause either way you gettin stumped out wit 4 wheels, and aftermath is ya body look- so suspicious/

They cant identify you from the wheel and roller marks that I left on ya carcus/
You should have played ya hand better, nah you lookin dumb instead of smart cuz/

Next weapon - lets see, lets get creative, a tray of ice! DO IT!

'ice-t' nor 'ice cube' comes close to my freezin point//
my tray of ice gets em fucked like a 'blunt' joint//
spread da love with my ice, freezn wacks with ice//
whilst i laugh at your remains whilst the tray 'hacks n slice'//
a tray of cubes'll do perfectly for the speacial occasion//
not to cool the drinks, but to freeze your 'frontal possesion'//
turn you into a bitch but dont worry, i can improvise//
ice comes in different shapes n sizes, its inevitable you'll get pulverised//


blahh, its weak.lol couldnt think of anythin usefull. lmao

nxt weapon- chop sticks

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im a sig maker, pm me if you want a sig, but only for b.r.a.n.c.h s.t.a.t.u.s crew and jam member squad only.

I'm comin from the chinese restaurant in a pose
Step to me and get the chopsticks shoved off up in yo nose
At your funeral I'll be be sittin wit some wan-tan soup
I sharpened the edges so i could murder hoes in a group
Stabbed in you belly stuffed the guts all up in yo mouth
So every time i feed you what i fed it comes back out

Next weapon-feather duster

fuck knives we got .45's and glocks
and grenades for tearin up them blocks
dudes fuck wit us and get bitch slapped
dont mes wit me cuz i rock 2 nines like sapp
fuck that......mess wit me i'll hit u wit slugs
ya moms will cry when she cant recognize ya mug
i'll put 2 to ya chest and lay ya ass to rest
u cant talk shit when u facin death.......bitch