AYo' in this new age nighaz get gankted//
hold you upside down strapped in restraints//
attack til you faint, and getta way inna hoverin tank//
these nighaz get got fa' dolo, and pranks//
Speedin thru light years in bright spectrums//
sight the momentum//
with extra advanced radar Kuz da naked eye cant sence em'//

I'm like the O2 that god blows in your lungs,
or what's between us right before we're shootin the ones,
i'll attack you with anthrax, or small pox with no vaccine,
not even if got shots in the future, from a mac-16,
your are dependent on me, i need nothing to live,
leave you stung out, like a crack addict, with nothing to give,
i move so quick i'm invisible, unless i'm spinnin your way,
a blow gently through your wifes hair, while she's grinnin at your wake

next weapon :sand spurs (don't act like ya'll don't know what i am talking about. The things that get stuck in your shoelaces when you walk in fucked up grass, and they are pointy)

ima take dem sand spurs and pirece your eyes with them...
make your eyes as bloody as two Ruby Gems and Bleeding Flower Stems...
Then Shove Em Down Ya Throat And Make Ya Choke...
Hopefully Thell Make Ya Have A Stroke...
The Needles will Make You Choke By Getting The Points Stuck To Your Throat...
Then While Your Choking Make A Bloody mote of all of your blood that spilled...
Then When Your Dead Your Body Will Be Cold And Chilled...

next weapon---pencil

grab a pencil and make sure the point is sharp//
murder u with lead and make it an art//
theres no time for mistakes, my eraser is done with//
having trouble to figure out shoulda i kill u with this lead or have gunned quick//
kill u and the NEWS will RECITE da WORSE//
stab u to death with the same pencil i USED to WRITE my VERSE//

next weapon: spoon

Trapt in the dark were nething could be lerkin/
people always spittin, fuck they never learnin/
let me get my silver trophie, a eatin U-tencil/
to slit your throat wit sumthin blunt and rustfull/
incaved for the brave/
let me use this shit to dig u a fuckin grave/

Next Weapon: Fork

Gouge er eyes out wit this 4 prong fork/
unleash this battle wit an explosin like wine without the cork/
with this eating tool il use it to eat on u/
cut you into pieces and chew u up as if u were food/
spit u out cuz u must be frost bittin/
did i not cook u enough, or cook u wit outwitten/

i guess i'll use fork again since he didn't leave me a new one

didn't leave me a weapon so i use what he already brung...
stick a fork in this kid...blood runnin slowly...he's about to be done...
dam yaz noticed you killt the dude above and merked yourself(posted twice)...
smart move sure u didn't want DaCurse ta help...
look rook go back to the brook while your still willin and able...
before u get abuse wit dem tools moms use when she's settin da table...

Next Weapon:mousetrap

These niggas is tryin to get at my stack from sellin crack, gotta get ghetto on these niggas and set up a mousetrap, instead of cheese i'm usin counterfit g's, and instead of jus a little snap, you gonna hear a gun clap, hollowtip through your back, knockin your heartbeat out of wack, no need for a doctor cuz you aint comin back from that!!!!!!


next weapoin: liquid plumr

i have to murder a cat with a liquid liquid plumr
i make the cat who left it behind, swallow like man cum,
but i laced that shit wit a ingredient, called cyanide,
that shit be so leathful, it raps & tears up ya insides,
turns ya brain into a decrepins, pulp of grey juice,
an pulp ya vital organs, so they cant be recycled for use,

next weapon:a single verabal missile

So you want war, f*ck guns don't need a pistol/
Blow your whole block up with a single verabal missle/
Take the giggle of your face as your soul burns/
Ashes to ashes dust to dust your bodies in an urn/

next weapon: dental floss

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!HOLLA AT YOUR BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's Marvell man don't act sassy// Or i'll leave you like a used tampon, stiff, bloody and nasty//


"Blessings of life to the children, they say life is like 5 days, words of an oldman in a wheelchair, with silver hair, his eyes where bloody, while describing what lies before me, said evil b*tches and jealous men would try to destroy me, it occured to me this old ni99as words couldn't be realler, i'm on top now slightest drama i have to kill ya, cause animals sense weakness, sharks smell blood in water, ismail mosses and joe, move in devine order, sh*t is plastic material having no life, crash whips and leave 'em know matter the price, as long as I survive hop in the five, circle the block where the beefs at and park in front of my enemies eyes, we see that it's war we're gods children, see what we livin is real, aint no heaven or hell, dead is dead f*ckers, and your soul is with god, your mind keeps lurking the earth watching your own murder reoccur" - Nas

Get many layers and flip it into knots//
Tie it around her neck, laughing at her, struggling coughs//
The thin, string leaving abused marks//
The smell of mint, smells good when staring at a Dead heart//
WEAPON: The American FLAG

I got niggas runnin like the TWIN TOWER is fallen/because. the air from my ass, got them on their knees crawlin/I let out another, this one here ripped, a baby, from his mother/and hit, a fag, in the head and killed him while, he was suckin his lover/mother fucker, that was my right hand man's brother/the air from my ass made him hold his breath until, he ripped his jugalar/

fuckit I tried
next word: sperm

this guy picks air and that means he's an air head
and i want to make sure these rhymes are fair fed
but i could turn this air into wind and you would care then
i'll toranado your ass into the bear pen
lock you up and they be using their claws
and people outside be disguised in their shalls
'cause they know they be next and they can't cover their flaws
i'm air and that's a good cause

next weapon: the devil

shit i burn ya wit HELL fire say wat u wanna
stab u wit pointed horns-then u be cryin to ya momma
unleash demons-to knawl on ya flesh
playin wit fire tourch ya soul no rest
all these niggas get fucked up mysteriously from hatin
shit im a theif-steal ya soul an sold it to satan
it will be like loony toons when on ya head fall a anvil
horrific deaths come from young springs-cause i hire da devil

next weapon:da bible