I'ma kill lathargic with my murderous feather duster
I'll tickle his tounsils until he dies from a gut buster
Choke Motha Fucka!! I'll stick another feather in ya ear
Just So u'll have a clean mind be4 ya spirit leaves here
U see Queer, my feather duster merked u so clean
It dusted ya rusty ass and left nothin but ya Jeans

Next weapon: A Calculator

I come original, usin my pad instead of a knife/
Keep pushin my buttons and I'm subtractin your life/
Cut your losses, before you see your votes subside/
And your throat divide, as my wins start to multiply/
Sulk and cry, I'll rape this guy till there's nothin left/
Let me check, MerKuRy versus Lethargic = MerKuRy's death/

next - skittles

Here's a riddle..How can I merk Lethargic wit Skittles?
I'll use all colors of the rainbow,
Make Pain Go,
Str8 through his nipples..
And leave ya crippled, I'll flick little skittles in ya eye
Cover em in Poison, & watch ya retina Fry
Better yet I'll take a whole bag and shove it down ya throat
Have U Pukin out all ya organs until the ground matches the rainbow

Next weapon: Skin Lotion

aye yo ill take that skin lotion & use it on my dick/
make myself cum mulitiple times & save it/
in a milk carton u frown cuz it taste like fluid shit/
millions of herbals sperm eatin ya insides devourin ya ribs/
infectin ure colon till its plugged up & jacked/
gettin wacked, and ure breath coudn be helped by tacs/
its like ebola but in the form of semen/
bleedin out every orphasis white sticky substance gleamin/
more cum in ya stomach than a fag in his wildest fantasies/
i dictate like socrates mixed wit bad emcees/
red ure corpse is layin dead motionless/
so much diesease in ure body ud leave the ocean-a-mess/

next weapon: anal pubic hair

got that's sick, i'll use my anal hair that wraps round my dick/
and strip it off with a razor, tape it togetha until it forms a good wad/
then strap it round herbals face uh, so he culd taste the shit of a god/
still goin flowin till the all knowin, now my pubes are gettin jealous/
and there selfish, this time i'll shove em in u'r mouth until it's like chewin shellfish/
this nigga be liein spittin up so much he be makein bulimics start cryin/
my next weapon was betta, so whoeva droppin take hold/
and let this nigga's heartstop in silence until maggots break out the mold/

weapon next=sean john glasses

i stab ya eyes wit the shrads of glasses, so ya cant see/
its so disgusting, like a vannila ice collab with like lumidee//

i leave you decimated on the floor, all ya see is the black of cap*/
your style is wack, jus like....... p diddys home-written raps//

yous now a young..... 'bad boy' thinkin ya 'BIG' 'for life'//
stab you with the glasses frame, the substitute of a lost knife//


next weapon:sulphuric acid

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Based on a nonmetallic element..This is irrelevant...
the ingredient.....
in gun powder... with enough power in my ryme to knock over elephants.
The friction in my jaws ...Pause....

Like a match stick outdoors...
I could blow out.....Your chest....and damage your frame..
Ignite blue flames hot enough to dis assemble your game...
Like knockin down towers with two planes...No Shame..
Im like Osama with adidas and fades...
In the escalade......
with enough sulfuric acid to take out the macys parade..

next - spongebob square pants lunch box

next weapon:

A sponge bob square pants lunch box

before i spit, ill say "im ready" for spongebob homage
then ill whip ya wit the handle string, i know you love male bondage
now say your prayers... you refuse? ill have to smack your face
i wont feed you the lunch inside, coz kid, you didnt say your grace
before i finish you off, ill choke you with the handle
hell you really do love pain from guys, your penis raised in angle

a napkin

ill smack you with a napkin..across ya face..
Rubbing it in against ya skin..like im trying to erase..
Cover your mouth with it...tightly holding there..
As i listen to you..fight for some air..
Then i jam it down ya throat..to clog ya air tube..
Laugh as you fall over and croak..another dead newb..

next weapon-- A Bolt

i see u step in the door............ my angers grows/
i prepare for a fight an rip the bolts from doors//

i reach up grab some lighting an throw but dem at you/
an i never stop striking until i see evidence of black and blue//

3 more lines, two more times, eiyh the bolt u gettin stabbed/
i nickname it micheal jackson, for the way it harrass//

next weapons: a glacier of ice

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God dammit.....
I'll pick up that glacier of ice.... I SWEAR ON MY DAUGHTER ! ! !
Bang it against my building to small pieces.....
So you can go get me a glass of water.
smash it over your head.
Rip the meat hangin off and slap it between 2 pieces of bread..
I dont want it so I'll make you eat it instead...
Slide every crumb of ice in your ass before they melt...
til you blow up and dead...


Next weapon: two fuckin minutes

1 second.. walkin up to the plate
2 seconds.. i hurt you bad, have you injured at second 8
3 seconds.. broke your face, you look worse than before
now ill catch my breath for second 4 so i can rhyme some more
5 seconds.. im countin on my left hand; my right ones beatin you
6 seconds.. there goes the other, now my mouths lines are eatin you
7 seconds.. broke every bone, i see you askin "how?"
8 seconds.. well didnt i jus say you'd be beat by now?
9 seconds.. battles over, kid you dead, i can sit back
10 seconds to the end? take a pic, this moment's a kodack

a highlighter

dont fight me, ill light ya up covered in highlitas
aint a rhyme bita, but i gotta make ya eyes brighta
wuts betta than discoloring this rappa d-verse
rappas rehearse in free verse to battle my 3 words
ur knees hurt, cuz u quiver when u see these colors
so bright, u on LSD? shiverin' while u see green flowers...

next weapon: morning wood.... haha

ay yo

de3ps 'next weapon' aint hard to replace
as I slap my wood cross his fucked up face
when i spit this shit he's gonna feel me reap
but he only chose wood cause he likes it de3p
he's new to RB and so am I
so ima fuckin' kill him by fuckin' his eye
as i 'submit reply'

Next weapon: A fan.