I'll use these chop sticks to drop your ass..
Stab you in both eyes, on that dish I'll pass..
Pick at your gut, slipin through both sticks..
Stab them in your dome, call them hair picks..
Wrap them around your neck with a twist of each..
Leave you in Japan, dead and bloody on the beach..

Weapon is Stupidity

this dude left me to kill im wit my own stupidity...
his weapon reflects his mental ability...
gimme a sec i can feel this dope hittin me...
i'll make ya play sharks while i eat electricity...
pause an think who its hertin u..or me...
force feed ya sianyde an burn ya...to see...
if smokin yo ashes will make me smart like how high on tv...
there you go i killed u wit stupidity next time post afta puberty...

fool
nxt weapon.... mac donalds food

i'm going to tell a story cause i'm in the mood
about how I killed a stillborn using Mcdonalds food
first he serves me through the drivethrough, he tryin hard to promote
dumb fuck gives me the wrong meal so I return it...... down his throat
that food is bad anyway, he had no choice but to choke and gag
so I helped him by reaching in his mouth and remove the bag
it didn't help much cause he still had too much in his mouth
so I just left him alone, until he passed out.
his fellow mac donald workers rushed to his aid
I just sped away they couldn't trace my getaway


next weapon: A q-tip

This Nigga ^ Thinking Someone Cant Rap About A Q-Tip...
So Ima Just Diss You, And With This Weapon I E-Quip...
How Can You Be D Realest When U Aint Nothing But Wack...
Bitch, I Attack Lyrically Cause I Dont Stay On The Sack...*
So With This Q-Tip Ima Shove It Inside Your Ear...
Swirl Around And The Thing So Maybe You Can Hear...
I Could Kill Your Ass With Some Cotton On A Fucking Stick...
I'll Only Lose To You In Voting If You Are Sucking Dick...
Man Your Herb Ass Wasnt Even Worth My Time...
So Ima Finish This Off With A Nice Quick Rhyme...
Dog, Ima Diss You Back All The Way Back To Reality...
Wait A Minute, I Mean The City With The Statue Of Liberty...**

* - read sig
** - ^^

Weapon : Fax Machine

I put yo face up to a fax machine
lean to the right to insert some greens
light flashes now you can't see fuckin shit
punch you in the ribs, throw you into it
your fighting for your life, you know its death
ill fax a pic of you to ya girl before ya last breath
body slam you into the glass, bitch what?
open your cut, do it again cause your fucked
a shock! electricity runs through you
you aint got nothing to say... do you?

next weapon: a chicks tits

I'll take her get ya in between a deadly pair of nipples
After this vicious attack your body will have dimples
Take out your breath and leave your lungs on empty
The last word i could use to describe you is healthy
Suffocation is one path of death you could drown
Color of the weapon could well be pink or brown
The quote got milk would be a big understatment
Why'd do that to make her go crazy and rampant
Sorry man can't help you it was her weapon of choice
If you could speak it would be a muffled, watered voice

next weapon- Jumper Cables

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Later DanE
Word-Ness
I have a website

All I need to beat this nigga is some jumper cables..|
Bitch is 14, still reading bed-time story fables..||*
So I'm just gonna post 6 lines cause thats all it takes..|
He likes School -- what did you think?..||**
So after the death of Dope Name, I'll give him a new name..|
Something like MC Wack, or maybe something like Wack Game..||

^only if i was fourteen, those were good days

This newbie talks like he's got the gifts, he's got S.A.R.S
Left me with ..|Playing Cards|.. whats with the bars
I'll open the plastic and let the lethal paper fly by
The blood tears trickle down your face, i made it cry
Pickin' up 52 body parts plus deck of insicion pain
Now these cards are no good, they got blood stains
Those cards were sharp like a white sharks tooth
We can see you scattered up in th sky booth

this was gay, very

next weapon: a bottle of Mountain Dew...

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DopeName<center>
<center>SucideInc.
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Later DanE
Word-Ness
I have a website

Take this bottle of Mountain Dew and cracked your head..
Snapped your neck back, I just leave you yellow and dead..
They might as well call you Mello, same shit in a diffrent rapper..
The dew I hit you with, leaves you sick pukin in the crapper..
Your dead, your blood runs cold, just one weapon your nothin but bone..
I don't know what your family will write and put above you on cut stone..
Your dead and gone, burried along the way with all my other victums..
Now that you leave this earth go upstairs, and hear gods dictums..

Weapon = Knowledge

hold a dictionary in front of a pistol you see it plain
pull trigger slug flys embedding knowledge into your brain
now you have the intellect but, lack the brain power
insane but still smart enough to murk this coward
you'll hurt this hour when you feel the wrath ya paths straigtens
bullets impale yah frame while sendin ya ass to meet satan...

^lame^ but, wtf could I do with just 6 lines

next weapon: cotton ball

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"A man who thinks he knows the answer and still asks. That man is wise."
"A man who doesn't ask because he thinks he knows the answer. That man is a fool" -Diallo

ill force cotton balls in every facial oriface
I know you cant take any more of this
you cant breath youll choke to death
while i sit back and do meth
once your dead
ill smash in oyur head

wow that sucked

next weapon: Hair comb

Comb the streets lookin for you
Beat you with the haircomb dude
Use it on you, dyin ya hair red
Drive-by combin and now ya dead
A redhead, with blotches here and ther
Gave you a mullet but you dun care
lmfao

Nex weap-baseball hat

This baseball hat I bend over you head to keep it folded..
I didn't know how else to keep you from writting letters bolded..
Just one chance to Kill with Bill, use it to cut your neck..
Cover your eyes and your own car you hit a tree and wreck..
Many ways to use this weapon and you'll still die a horrid death..
You die bloody and rotten, a drug head diein from a addiction to meth..

Next Weapon= Headphones

dim' head phones?, ya wont ya head gonez
rip'em off snap'em, an make sharp prones
Stab ya eyes while hearin faint crys
I wont Sympathize, slit ya throat
An dare ya' ta' rap anotha' note
dragged by my boat, cuz dead rhymes dont FLOAT





nxt wep: Wielded Rage