Had them in my pocket while ridin in da lexus, told this nigga to 'hold em' like texas/
Got scared and figured that he would pass them to the next man, so thas when i charged tha nigga like Gambit from the X-Men/
Got up, looked shook showed me a Spade so i lit it up, threw sum 'diamonds' in his peice about 52 of them told him to pick it up/
So now he staggerin scared that he might get hit, he asked if i was ready to die and i said 'go fish'/ (you'll get it if you think about it)
Sippin on that 'gin' and then the 'rummy', pull out my '9 of clubs' and put it right to his tummy/
Afta that i had my 'old maid' clean out his car, thas wha happens when you go to 'war' wit a nigga thas versitile as a deck of cards/

Next weapon: Batmobile

Yo spade i ain't tryin 2 come at you or nothin u always da last 1 2 post, jus lettin ya kno, easy

catch lc..on da block, black fitted,gettin twisted,plus splifted....
when it comes to weapons alfred got me gifted...
giving serious engery to foes ,wounds to big to kiss it....
drop toppin in da batmobile transit givin enemies damage....
impossible to tamper my paint but hatas do manage...
to be under da rims,or shot up by the mashine guns on the side...
tell batman i just borrowed it, 2morrow i'll give back his ride....


weapon is a missle silo...........

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nobody never knows nickos next
point pin point
my mission its missilin
(emcees till the streets empty)
so rember me as morales the merker the memory of the santa of rap srcipt the hispanic histri with ripping blessing now does it clarify my testing or testmony halla im tired hit me up in the morning

Seriously what is wrong with you? This is your final warning. I have pm'd you on how cypher works..I have pm'd you with warnings.

This is your final warning or you will be banned for a week.

~F-D~

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ill verbaly is my real rap name that or ill vivid if you dont get it then you illitrate these are the battle im currtly in vote and all do the same halla 1.


my open mic as of now check it rate it late
my thoughts
last nights happing

Next weapon- verbal assualt
keep this thing moving!

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Project List

The Classick Mixtape Vol (8/18)
Age Of Consent Mixtape Vol 1(16/16)
The Classick Album(2/16)
S&S Express E.P.(1/10)

Lot of back to back shit. Stay tuned.

Watch Da ''Verbal Assualt'' Az It Ripz Thru Yo' Flesh
Have Birdz ''Peckin Yo Chest'' Lyke Da Great American Crest
Blessed Wit Vocalz, Louder Than Speakers When I Express
Da Verbz Have U Bitin Curbs, An All Over ''Da Front Page Press''
One Flick Of Da Tongue Twista, U'll Be Left Witta ''Broken-Spine''
I Release Yo Tension AN relax Brain Cellz Wit Every ''Spoken Rhyme''

Next Weapon=Ink (Frum A Pen)

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as i make every pen in the world bleed....
i posses ever piece of paper with greed...
ink as a blood line i stab my self for flow....
spill da barrel ball points and fountains to row....
drown you in ink wich is poisionous when consumed...
you are forever doomed like being barried alive in a tomb...


next weapon* shattered glass*

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i decided not to blast you fast
But do it old school like da past
Harrass you gas ass
Not wit a shank but shatterted glass
Knock u on da shattered peices
Glass imbeded in your skull as i watch u pass


Next Weapon- Mascot Costume

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Project List

The Classick Mixtape Vol (8/18)
Age Of Consent Mixtape Vol 1(16/16)
The Classick Album(2/16)
S&S Express E.P.(1/10)

Lot of back to back shit. Stay tuned.

Hehehe which costume am I gonna kill you with?
Should I choose *twitch* Snappy the shark or Slippy the Shrimp?
I planned it out, hehahah, first I'm gonna just you from behind,
While you struggle I'll knock you out with the "Go Red" sign.
Heeehaha, then while you are gone I'll slit your throat and wrists,
Then when you come to I'll have your mouth red with your fists.
So in the end you will drown, but not by water but by your blood,
*Stirs* I'm not sick *lunges at you and slits throat* What?

Computer mouse (First time doing this)

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Netcees i kill quickly,
but these clicks get you sickly,
from violence from pointing and clicking,
im dope with this swiftess,
battle me you cant click this,
go on paint and write bitches,
go on AIM and state Losers,
bet 10 bill. on spurs that they winnas,
takin them to the cleanas,
as the Pistons go on ma penis.
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next weapon: cell phone signals

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I Beat Up Asshole Fathers For Free

My Space

Quote:

Originally Posted by Indeph Lyricalsolja you illy on the sickness tip.

Yo i'll hold my cell phone to your chest n send a text,
Signals make your heartbeat erratic like sex,
I laugh as you grip da pacemaker in your heart,
Its your own fault you shoulda known not to start,
Oh look i just forgot to phone my parents, as i
Do that i'm hearin pure interference,
Oh shit i dialled da wrong daymn area code, oh
Look as i redial i heard your heart explode,

Next weapon:a plastic spoon

Ima rap on a spoon, in this cypher of text......
The edge is snapped and poked in your chest..
Were a bullet proof vest, it just dont matter...
This platics better than bullets, a better calibre..
Twattin ya with a spoon, help is what ya need....
Poke ya with the end and watch your eyes bleed..

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Daubs MySpace

Next:

bourbon cream.

In future go back and edit your original post
~YSDAT~

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Daubs MySpace

Bet you thought it was a dream, when i splattered your spleen,
And gouged your eye out with a broken Bourbon cream,
Why d'ya try to come and front like you're supreme,
Oh look....i see how quick you are to scream,
I cover the biscuit with your aqueous humour,
See your face turnin green like genus montezuna.....

Next weapon: a cola bottle sweet

Sure it musta hurt,whenI stuck a broken glass in ur eye
And blood just kept on flowin out like a rising tide
U must be seein Coca Cola as I stuck it in so deep
And now,I'll leave ya and drive off with the jeep
But first Ill stab ya in ur balls and hear you scream
Teachin ya lesson as things not always how they seem

Next weapon-A lighter

Held my lighter to your throat and saw your shit ignite,
Bright colours flickerin, like this was bonfire night,
Stench of you flesh meltin stinks but it don't matter,
Now your throat be golden brown n crispy like batter,
Crinklin up i see eyes roll up in your head,
Fuck that, don't front, i know your ass ain't dead,
Yo i'll pour some lighter fluid on your dome n light it,
Yo now death's comin to ass, nigga don't fight it.............

next weapon: maple syrup