ill blast ur ass wit some oversized speakerz/
shit stomp ur ass wit my new adidas sneakerz.
surwyn vegaz n fosgate 12'z that equalz.
sound in a dope ass whip makes abstrakt regal
Ill replace the magnets,show u how many hoes i atract im bein honest.but i lost it..

Next Weapon:Fork

ill take a fork, gouge u right in between the eyes//
suddenly you have wings, and you are able to fly//
its heaven, shit the heavnes is callin your name//
till you get rejected and are sent down to the firey flames//
you think u excaped from me, but there i am//
im satin, and dogg im standin there wit a fork in my hand//
u turn away..............and as u start to run//
i throw that shit like a speeding bullet commin out of a gun//
right into the back of ya neck, my fork lands about//
the fork was bigger than i thought cuz it went threw ya neck and come out ya mouth//

new weapon - plastic straw

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could use it suck ya brain out
but just as easily let it roll out
if i use an bic ta melt the tip
it be a proper size hat for ya dick
but i'd rather use it ta repair ya girls falopian tubes
after rammin 10" through her pubes

weapon - wooden stakes

wit those wooden skates, ill catch up to ya if u try to excape//
i skate up next to ya,its a skate by,when i pull out my 8// (lol)
shot down, but i contine u to brutally hit you after your dead//
i take of one of my skates off and start pounding it into ya head//
again and again, just dogg its like i just wont stop...//
untill the cops pull up and all you hear is "POP POP"//
skating away and i never looked back....//
this is the tale of the day wit a skate i beat some guys ass//

madd bored so i just keep doin this shit... this wasnt that great but ohh well

new weapon - a green plant

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i cant rap (lol) im the one whos 1-0, ur like a man in france whos an american native// (newbie)
talkin bout how plants arent a good weapon, dogg ur supposed to be creative//
if i said a 9 mili, or a tec, or maybe even an 8guage....//
would the rap be any fun or challenging, no, u could rap about that shit for days//
ur supposed to come in here and rap about how you used the weapon to kill,not diss the person who told u the weapon to do//
if u wanna talk shit and rag on the man totally of the topic, go to "diss the person above you"//
i know ur gonna call me a hypocrite for sayin all this shit then not rappin about a weapon//
well... u were so damn busy talkin how i cant rap u didnt give me any sugestons//

weapon - paper towel

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FLip The Sheet To Pick-Back. Rip-Slack to destroy This verbal Cyber-Nut/
Rhymes-Are-Shut, make u feel the worst kinda pain by given ur throat a Paper-Cut//
Trouble-in-Sickness as i SHove A Towel Down YA Throat Dawg Double-Tha-Thickness/
Write Rhymes On a paper towel, u can Say a Bubble-dun-Ripped-dis//
Absorb ay flow and flp-dis, Smack u Wit The Dampened Clothe until im Forced To make-It-Hurt/
Bitch-Get-Merked Wit A Knapkin so i Can take-out-tha-dirt, And Inflict Fear With A Peice Of Paper till ya mind goes into full-alert...//

Wack as fuck but come on its a paper towl lol...

Next Weapon: Severed Arm

The Consistancy of My Metas Flows Like a Chainsaw||
Graze All Yo Flesh And Up Shredd Yer Face Off||
Then Whip you Witcha Arm That My Heat Blasted Apart||
Its Like a Art How I Paint Yer Death Drastic Like Motzart||
My Flow Sparks The Flame Which Aim To Haters Brains||
Then I Eat The Remains Of The Arm-A Bit Insane....||

next Hellicopter turret 20cal rounds

rat-a-tat-tat!
there go mah helicopter's 20-caliber rounds
now that yer found, it duzin't matter cuz yer blood's all around!
I got deez bullets tearin through you 24/7
i HAVE no empty threats, an i'll neva let you in heaven!
i've mangled up yo body so much, you're unlevened
so now i'll put you in yo grave so i can call you a dead man.


next weapon= a box of tissues (kleenex)

wit my box of kleenx tissues, i just cant be stopped//
if any mutha fucka gets in my way, the first second they dropped//
they got knocked down, by one of my many weapons, much more powerful than a glock//
kleenx tissues, im surprised they aint illiegle//
this killin machin is still avalible on the market, even though its deady and leathal//

next weapon - pink crayon

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i got weapons of many colors but i think ill choose pink
gouge your eyes out with that shit and leave em under the sink
to turn on the garbage disposal all you do is just blink
no more stepping on your feelings cause your watching my feet
you asked why i picked a crayon, shit i ran outta ink


next weapon- lawnmower

Run A Blade Over ur Body travelin 150 r.p.m., Yard-de-scend/
Comin-in Wit a Lawn Mower Prowlin, ur Just Grass in my Way Its Hard-to-Defend//
Scar-Wit-A-Shred Of Flesh Remainin On-Ya-Face, Cuttin Clingy Speedy Bitches Like Sonic-Lace/
Chronic-Pase AT Destroying This Plant(herb) WHile im Cord Cuttin-not-Grass//
Fuck-a-Pass Sever Ur Nerve tendeds So u Can Feel-my-Rath/
Spindle Stops To Reveal-Your-Wack, Fuck This Ho, I'll Let a Lawn Mower Take-You-Back//

Next Weapon: shuriken (look it up if u dont know what it is)

can i look up 'shuriken'? - 'sure-i-can',
japanese hand-held blade weapon/
i'll spike ya eyeball & pierce ya brain,
pull it out & relocate ya jugular vein/
you fucked up now & ya lookin like road-kill,
should've given up earlier & took a cyanide pill/

NEXT WEAPON: the cluedo pieces (lead piping, rope etc.)

hahahaha...sweet weapon.

coach pulls me off the bench, say son 'i need u to kill that Mrs. White Wench'
i put on my uni, pick up her sent, n soon i'm beatin her wit a wrench

next is colonel custered n u know where this pipes getting thrusted
after i'm done i wipe it with his shirt to make sure it can't be dusted

to finish mr. green i grap the knife frum the kitched,
cut his fat ass up just cus i'm tired of his bitchin

the rest of the weapons i tie around me with the rope
next time i play the game everyone dies before the vote

next weapon: semi truck

My weapon of choice is my lyrics , but yall cats is scared of that
So I guess I'll have to put them on reserve in the back
As I hop into my semi, and put my foot on the gas
Tearing up these cats, leave there craniums cracked
Brains leaking, no speaking when I'm riding through town
With my bitch in passenger, just holding it down
That's how we roll, me and her, together when we ride
Murdering cats, me and my gat, straight Bonnie and Clyde

next - subwoofer