shit fuck a gat, rubber chicken is where tha funs at
dont knock it if you aint tried it, unless you lookin 2 git SLAPPED
by a wing or tha full body mass, put chu on ya ass
fasta then a blast from tha mu fuken past..
na mean nigga? this rubber'll kill you quicker
then a colt commando and a itchy trigga finga
instantly git chu dead, when i rap it around your head
hang you off a buildin, bungee jumpin, makin ya face red
wooo shit this is fun, aiight ill put you up now
(SNAP) oh damn, tha chiken broke n u fell down

next weapon.... - sticks n stones

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I take two sticks and big rubberband i gotta slingshot
put the stone on it launch it and watch ya head get caught
or turn it into a bow and arrow
with sticks that are sharp and narrow
make nothin into somethin with the sticks and stones
with verbal harrasment this shit breaks bones

weapon-a trash bag

fuck pumpin ya full of lead
I got this brandnew gladclingwrap garbage bag
wrap it around your head
And squeeze tight til your most certainly dead
Laugh as you twitch lifelessly
I kill and live restlessly

nest weapon: golf tee

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The Definition. period.

okay so my weapon is a golf tee lets see
how many mothafuckas i can lay to rest and let be
stab him with the mothafucka in the head 40 times
maybe that will jog his memories so he can rethink his rimes
slow drifting to death like it's just a favorite past time
give it to the caddy so i can hide the evidence to my crime
and the body missin like Aj from 106 and Park
bury his ass consider yourself left in the dark

next weapon ..... fax machine

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HITS

DaTruth29 [~*Lady Fiya*~] shake-spear Trooper Nova

yo so you like fax machines? is u a jonsin fax fiend?
well ill tell you what, you bout 2 O.D n git creamed
cuz im packin a brand new four thousand dolla setup
its got scanner, printer, basically ya whole desktop
well start off, by slammin tha fone down on ya face
a couple hundred times,till ya neck, gits put outta place
then ill scan ya bloodied head, press send all round ya hood
before i print up color pictures, damn tha clarities good
but wait, whats that? i think this cats still alive
but thats short lived, cuz his vital signs about 2 dive
i pull out tha paper reel, n wrap it tight around his head
his body goes into convulsions, loosin breath then he dead

next weapon- really small peices of broken glass

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aight itz nuthin-

i come wit shards of glass ta penetrate ya bitch ass//
shit talka's get fuck laid under dirt and grass//
after i break ya glass jaw pick up tha pieces fling em//
to swift i knick em but dont cut em//
shit i gotta make sure my shoes stay clean//
im addicted ta violence like its fuckin nicotine//

weapon: chemical weapons

i'll hit you with chem warfare with a quickness
worse then Bin Laden you added to my shit list
set the trap you fallen now layin on ya back
you stepped on the capsule and it went crack
to watch your own skin boil how dos it feel
i'm willing to bet that it is probably almost unreal

next weapon pom poms

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HITS

DaTruth29 [~*Lady Fiya*~] shake-spear Trooper Nova

Damn this bitch annoyin i hate this cheerleader//
All i wanted was to get my nut buti feel like i gottah beat-her//
All that talkin all i tried to do was stay calm//
Next thing i knoe im chokin this bitch wit her own pom poms//
I had to stay alarmed cuz she tried to fight back//
Aftah chokin her wit i shoved em in her throat and asked her to cheer about that//

weak but next weapon is a remote control

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Ayo motherfucker im ready to roll
Can stay sit down to finish off u cause I gotta remote control
I don’t need no gat to cap this cat this fucker he be frontin
I just lean on back catch a nap wake up and hit the right buttons.
First off tick tock...you got 30 minutes left on sleep time
Thats too soon well thats too bad cause this remote aint got no rewind
next I hit the mute so they can’t hear you when u cough
Now your times up say goodbye cuz ur power just switched to off.


Next Weapon: Toothepaste, not that mentadent shit either cuz that shit can do some damage.

up in tha bathroom.. theres many fuken ways 2 die
you could drop shit in water, git in an electrofy
but fuck that shit, its 2 easy, dont need grace
it takes a real man 2 kill someone with nuttin but toothpaste
this may seem strange, it may seem like a waste
but wont tha coriner laugh when tha bodys filled with toothpaste
first off, what chu do, is go down 2 tha corner store
infact take yo boys, rob tha store, empty tha money draw
steal 10 tubes, in packegas of 2 so theres no suspicion
then track a victem, sneak in they house like a spec ops mission
wait fo them 2 clean they teeth then jump in like you mean sumthin
tie them basteds up n black they eyes with a hard thumpin
start 2 unload ya shit, oh man, what a surprize
you can tell they fuken scared by tha look in they eyes
"its tha return of tha evil dentist bitch, u like paste?"
"no, please dont" they body jolt with horrafied expressons on they face
then u open up every tube, squeeze hard into they mouth
pin open they eye lids, squeeze till tears come out
pretty soon they feelin sick, n start pukin out bubble
followed by blood, they immune systems in big trouble
i think its time 2 leave this nasty ass, but clean dead body
1 mo thing tho, just 2 make sure, pump em wit 1 shell from tha shotty

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last word he said was shotty so



yo i got this to ya body
i see fear of death in this shotty
i wait so see ya to cock it
ill have gasping for air lik a hole in a cock pit
and ill pull that fucking trigga
and now lets say ya problems are bigga


pastique bag

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you can't get to me cuz
U can't Touch tha Untouchble
Break tha Unbreackable
Shake tha Unshakeable
Move tha Unmovealble

watin in the shadows, this nigga wanted to battle//
step to me I kill beef like I raise cattle//
unprepair, no sign of anything//
last sight, was the alley on Kimberly//
pulled the 23, but heard sirens in the back//
saw sum old grocieres and emptied the sack//
u been trap, pull the bag over ya whole face//
wat fate? hold u there until u suffacate//
lay u down, choke the last breath outta u//
on the news, ya whole grill turned black and blue//

....... staple gun

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Lyrical Rapsody

Aight im rollin up wit my gun out, but dis aint no nine
When i hit u wit dis u gon shout, stillin goin in a line
Imma staple ur eyes shut so u cant see no more
Kill u wit dis shit i got from the hardware store
Nobodys gon here ur screams when i pull ur stitches out at da seams
U'll be stuck to the wall screamin for ur life
Feels like some one just stuck u wit a tiny knife
Stabbin all over ur body til ur a bloody mess
Leave u there wit my name stapled in to ur chess(chest)

Aight next weapon is a blade of grass

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The Council

the new testamin ft. anxiety (must see)

Bubba Bible Ft. Ajax[/SIZE]

Aight here it goes.

It's six in the mornin I'm at this niggaz doorstep/
look inside his window notice that he ain't home yet/
so i break in and wait until he enters/
I start to smirk and follow my own agenda/
he senses me and starts to around/
then in a swift motion the only sound/
is him gasping for air, but shit i really dont care/
i took the grass blade and slit it across his adams apple/
then i grabbed it and made it crackle/
i turned the grass to side/
and slit the lens of his eyes/
and during all this the one thing goin through my mind/
was Die cocksucker DIE,DIE, DIE/
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Aight the next weapon is a plastic bag

1 1/2 minutes fo yo ass...

no one will `father ya rhymes` so I don't wanna see this -|bastard-rap|-...
grab the mach and clap `wrap ya face` in a -|plastic-bag|-...
go to jail and get -|butt-raped|- ya rhymes is `ass` yea we gonna rap,wrap ya mouth with -|duck-tape|-...
you `must wait` like using `deoderant` talkin' bout you got gunz for days that ish just -|rust-late|-...
fa real man you wack just -|accept-it|-...
you just `actin hard` like premature -|e-rec-tions|-...

weapon:cup...

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