im flippin through my cd's, trying to find somethin that's fun/
and all i seem, to come across is fuckin KRS-ONE/
i just remembered, this cd had a huge crack in tha side/
so you're gettin dismembered, by a cd that's startin to slide/
from tha left to tha right of your neck, about 2 inches below your eyes/
we ended up in a car wreck, cuz your head decided to go for a ride/
it started rollin down tha street, bouncin off old ladies feet/
people turned white as a sheet, when they saw your head with no teeth/
this wuz all fun and games, until your head started rollin/
now im locked in a cage, wit handcuffs and my wrists are swollen/
all because i had a fuckin weap-on, that wuz whack/
a cd by krs-one, wit NOT ONE GOOD FUCKIN TRACK!

next weapon...pot leaf

Puff it up, inhale,exhale
yo dawg i guess ill see you in hell, is that your death bell
pot leaf its magic its a healah
make ya inhale cause its a life stealah
like a bomb and bout to explode in this thrillah
turn her head upside down and run you over like a bull
its going through your mind, can you feel you fuckin foo
i told you not to do that shit, this stuff is critical
i didn't even have to kill you wit a gun or get physical
so REST IN PEACE
now im surrounded wit hoes and we havin a feast..............

{PeAcE 808}

next weapon:bad breathe

i got bad-breath, aint that a shame/
but let's get one thing clear-like ya face-i spit it the same/
killin off this half-machine, who get's injured by rain/
and it's not acid, like the battery that powers you/
devoured ya, with my dog like bad breath-i'm houndin ya/
astoundin ya as ya drop to the ground and grab ya heart/
cuz my bad-breath is one thing, i dun't think ya wanta take a stab at a fart/

next weapon=bunny ears

i gotta real important battle comin up, a real test/
so ima go witout washin up, and keep this bad breathe/
that way when i step on tha stage, you fall down and pass out/
then i can let tha dog out tha cage, and stick my ass out/
tellin you to sniff it, and take a deep breath while im breathin/
you take a whiff it, smells like i wuz eatin out a demon/
now you feel even worse cuz its seed is growin from my semen

next weapon............................................ ........................^^^

semen(sperm) <~~~~ incase you didnt get tha point of tha arrows lol

Im bustin outa heads flowin n fertilisin like semen
My battles come with 20,000 dead n yall wont even see them
Slashin wit Blades im killin yall suckas like vampires
Parkin ya ass here gets ya clamped down like car tires
Im ownin this cypher like mods packed up n put it on hire
N im spreadin more ash's than a cigerte factory on fire

Next: Me

kill a cat with abyss, let me think, reminisce
get a nigga on his knees, drink ya jizz
cause dawg you sick, with the disease, more than hiv
i'm talkn bout full "blown" aids, but i can't see
how you ever gonna kill someone cause dawg you broke (ugly)
you having sex with someone other than a dude, what a joke

next weapon: silicon

im callin, answer tha phone/
im ballin, and your a clone/
im sendin shots into your dome/
implantin slugs like SILICONE/
dont think your in your casket alone/
your whole fuckin krew, is gettin sent home/

next weapon.... vaseline

lets see if you can run just like the gingerbread man
cause i already caught you and i aint goin let you out of my hands
so lets see how tough you are; oh shit did you jus piss in your pants
dam you look like you got to take a shit or do you have ants
before you could talk i rip you head off
you that you was so tough
but i guess not, there went your legs and arms
bury you body on this motherfuckers farm

Just another tragedy.....

next weapon:crayons

Ayo throw me a crayon and hit the ground/
stab you wit metalyic green in the neck so you cant make a sound/
shit ok who stole my pink? o man this ones yellow like a japanese chink/
shits son these crayons fucking stick/
in the manson murders im tha missing link stabin fools wit dul crayons cause im colder then ia ice skatrein rink/
awww shit i found my blue now com over here and get stabed the fuck thru/
peel off the label thats old skool/ shit yall don kno nothin bout that/
you jus mad cause in kindergarden i used my crayons to write fuck you on ya sleepin mat


crayons? wtf?

next weapon: ak47 wit thea banana clip "aww shit yall don kno shit bout that"

Yo check it..


gimme money bitch i aint got all day//
Don't fuck wit my money or you'll get sprayed by MR. AK//
Empty the clip in your chest//
As my shit rips through your breasts//
Thats what you get for puttin a nigga to the test//
Snatch up my money... I'm out the door//
Shit here come the blue.. so i hit the floor//
Try to escape but a nigga's trapped//
Step the fuck back ima bout to bust a cap//
In that ass.. oh shit here come those niggas CRASH//
through the fuckin glass.. I start puttin bullets in they ass//
Get shot 17 times. Seein my vision fade in an out//
Fuck i'm gettin dizzy.. and Mr. AK is out//
I'm DONE


Weak I know...

Next Weapon: My fart!!

you this cat stinks so bad if you can it you'd win a war//
even mile's away when he farst ya nose'll begin ta sore//
so I grab a gas mask n take ya in fuck choking ya to death//
get close to his ass and ya suffocate begging me for breath//
that shits so strong you could literally catch it and paint it purple//
and when it first starts to hit ya you'll act goofy like steve urkel//
oh shit I gotta go I'm runnin out of time//
damn I cought a wiff now I'm the one thats dyin//



weapon: a straw

It's that one thing dat could make a man fall//
Turn him to a gay bitch, makein him suck balls//
it's dat thing dat make dark becom light//
the shit dat could drive a peacefull man to wanna fight//
it's the most powerful thing, and nobody knows it//
dey start runnin their mouth, till sumone eles explodes it//
and closes it, makein em to neva wanna speak again//
it's the single most powerfull weapon//



Weapon: words

no need to murda him with words, cause this cat's already dead
already been looked at, and filled with lyrical lead
but just for kicks i'm gonna finish him off
using the words I spit, he's gonna end up soft
or when he's murdered and dead I guess he's hard as a rock
but cat, better relish in that, cause you faking like a balk

next weapon...dead fish

gimme a dead fish?? ill leave u sleepin wit fishes
use a condom, fuckin animals wit de3p as ur witness
weak people r bitches, like this fuckin wannabe misfit
yo, ill call him a pussy cuz hes here givin me fish lips
so wut is this? i thought im in a cypha battlin rappers
but his mom's a bitch, pop's a fish, im battlin bastards
wack as this cracka, leave his blood spilt in his kitchen
but his mom wont clean it up, cuz shes poppin prescription
pills of aspirin in his livin room thinkin its heroine
where u been? this is a revolution, this is where the terror is...

next weapon: jackolantern [[happy halloween]]