I swoop down like the unforgiving angel of death//
Conjured like the spirit azreal... taking your last breath//
The servant of the bones bringing eternal rest//
Bounce doggy dog making a bloody fucken mess//
Catch me decomposing or erroding your humanly flesh//
Dysfixiated by the plastic bag that I tied around your neck//
Very cleaver when I kill, no I never need d'assistance of tec//
Next weapon in this cyph' is your measly little pay check....

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FUCKA BABYLON BANDIT!!!

with this little ass paycheck I'm forced to hit the streets and it's tough// paper cut my heart before I died cause I wasn't eatin' enough// to broke to afford food scrapin' off little sectionz of meat// I only got loose change in my pocket... How you expect me to eat??????

(ur supposed to "murder" bounce with ur paycheck, not rhyme bout it, not bad though, but u missed the point of the cypher)

I know I fucked up but whatever. Oh yeah the next weapon iz a flavored condom

a coat hanger hu/
whatever you want son/
rather used knifes and guns/
waitin'till you get home/
from a hard day at work/
i allready killed your bitch/
don't worry , i made it painless/
but to you its gonna hurt/
you look in the mirror/
see my face behind yours /
I hit you at the head 4 times/
one .....two....tree..... four../
so kill me with a cd ............ good luck dawg

u sayin u some kinda nazi or something fool? arian? rise 2 rule? you hitler lovin motherfucker....

yall wanna see my weapon,
fuck that i keep yall guessin
banana clips my obsession a.k.s in possesion
leave you distressin, callin out to ya girl
i catch her ass, and pillage her in front of the world
merkin tactics learned in a hidden village im about to unfurl
watch ya neck curl from the slightest hand swirl
I'm breakin ya back, slashin ya precious arteries
steal ya major organs and start up the bartering
"fifth row, third left, how much money you bring?"
"aight, thats enough for a heart and a splein"

i fucked up too, didn't even look at rules....

what's da next weapon??????