I'll slam the picture frame on the floor, shatter the glass
Take the shattered pieces, slice a-part your ass
Slit your wrists deep in the shape of an plus sign
Decapitate your head like rippin my punch line
The frame ill heat up and jab it in your eye
Torture your body like midevil times leavin u wantin to die

next weapon - piece of paper

This cats left me a piece-of-paper..
Cut you so much i'll deface-ya..
Bleedin so much u'll meet-ya-maker..
Roll it up wit weed adding a poison-lacer..
Make you smoke this chaser leavin you infected..
Screamin in pain cuz paper ash is wat i injected..

...next weapon..Fire Hydrant...

Ill bash ya head...right against the hydrant..
So you bleed red..and you look just like-it..
Keeping hitten ya head off..and i dont-stop..
Push your head against it...and it wont-pop..
Press harder...and i hear ya skull crack next..
Bash ya ahead open..and dont stop, giving ya death..

Next Weapon-- A Bench

Yo, I'll beat your ass and smack your face against a bench
Unscrewed with a single wrench,
Leavin you lookin' like a cars with a thousand dents
then uppercut you with crowbars till you're crippled to death
like gettin shot 9 times as if you were 50 Cent
worse than hoes at lap dances gettin their asses bent
Fuck that, I'd rather walk away from your corpse leavin' blood stains rest against your neck

Hmm... what should the next weapon be... might've done this but...

Next Weapon - Mic

I'll just beat the living shit out of you for leaving no weapon.
Make moves on your ass that resemble tekken.
You must be mistaken when you awaken
And realize even with no weapon you wont walk away limping..
you wont walk away at all....
The bigger you are the harder you fall....
Its like last call....And I missed my weapon...
I take your moms life, your dads and keep on taking....
After death got em shaking....When alive got em flinching..

Next weapon: Put your two fingers together and start pinching....

Wat the fuck.. this fag wants me to pinch-him..
Fuck a duck.. fast elevating.. ha ha he's just inching..
Got people flinching..ahh this dude's fuckin crazy..
This pinchin got you wincing an cryin like a baby..
I got thinkin it's shady.. but i ripped out ya eyes..
I pinched off ya skin an now your infested wit flies..


...next weapon..Herbish Rappers

dude i told u u was wack but o well


yo its tha kidde k-i double/
but no its not kiss/
walked to tha kitchen and split ur kids/
charged at ur gurl and split her wig/
choppin off limbs wit my blunt butcher knife/
gotta get dinner ready ur moms coming home round nine/
gotta feed her ur arm /
and ur pops ur heart/
took me 3 hours cause the knife was dull/
how could i feed em their son /
cause a nigga's bold

next weapond:
rubber band

damn dude that was wack as hell

check it out....take ur butcher knife and shove it up north/
of course/
im chargin at you like a horse on a rampage/
my mind enraged/
ill have your brain engraved with my initials/
and its official/
i just choked off your air supply with a rubber band/
and bound ur hands/
folded up your body like oragami and pakaged it/
like salami/
send it to etheopia, lick the stamp/
your moms a tramp/
but now im dun its time for the next dawg to run/
with a potato gun/

weapon---potato gun

on the run like binladen/
aint none of your mans still standin/
duckin behind trees tryin to forget the shit happened/
niccas get creative when they locked down in the cell son/
shoot potatoes through pipes thinkin back the real guns/
bloody ass walls in the halls of my projects/
sling shots and blades aint even an object/
with shells to your head and your stomach to digest/
you lost like mitchell and your ryhmes is throwback wihtout the ness

next weapon: Sling shot

i've decided to leave guns cuz everything i BRING'S HOT
i can kill you with a pistol but prefer a SLING SHOT
nigga read up i EXPLODE WITH THOUGHTS
fuck a crack feind you'll get SMOKED WITH ROCKS
watch ya steps nigga move it in RETRO
watch ya mouth be4 i pull it and LET GO!!!

next weapon: measuring tape

Murder not one not two but three
u know i don't kill people with bad breathe like thee
but i make them drop with a fucking measuring tape
dam i ain't going to rape you like that girl accused Kobe
I think kobe didn't do it though
oh you know what fuck kobe its all about you
first im going to crack you over the head
then keep beating you till you bleed out red
So im keepin my name real SplittinHeadache
hide your body from the cops and celebrate with a peice of cake

yo next weapon gots to be : PAPER

next weapon "PAPER" so many ways to use it but he never REALIZED IT//
grab a peice and paper cut ya eye lids//
do not defy it, i'm the best on these keys//
beam papers at ya indirectedly//
i'll leave ya seein stars and night//
but the hardest hits'll come from the bars i write/////

next weapon: a quarter....

O shit this dudes left a quarter..it's sharpened an now u'll see a slaughter..

Hide ya daughter..cuz i'll rip ya to shreds..
Ya crippled in beds..if tha shit lands on heads..
Autopsy's by feds..shit it's an anal intergation..
Laughin cuz u facin..an internal decipation..
I stuck it Straight in..no time for hesitatin..
There was no debatin..your neck was temptin..
So your left resenting..the way i present things..

And as for things i bone your Daughter..
she only followed what you taught-her..
U knew cuz you fuckin caught-her..
An I fucked her for that damn quarter..

...next weapon...YOUR SELF-PORTRAIT..

Nigga cant even read directions...
So fuckin stupid you forgot to leave me a weapon...
Thats aight though I understand...
Too busy cuz yo daddy is masturbatin you with your own hand..
You call yourself unreasonable... I see that
The lines you spit were fuckin week and feeble...
I may be new on this block
but at least the shit i spit won't get me shot...



NEXT WEAPON: Fake Tiddies

when i'm on the roll, i never take pitty/
get a stripper to take wit me/
crazy hips and fake titie
that's my weapon a choice/
a c'reer wrecker named joyce/
dudes see her and step up their voice/
she crept in the royce/
of some nerd named bill gates/
ready to kill dates/
and give 'em ill fates/
with breasts like pamela lee's/
news clicks the camera, CHEESE!/
it's like bam with the fees/
for adultery/
it's your fault you see/
you called for me/
the impala g/
and the dollas be/
lost with your colony/
so you best not ask for apology/

next weapon: krs-one