ill load up the clip, just start fire'n off rounds//
cept instead of those bullets teeth is commin out//
i just turned a 9 into a machine gun..//
cuz some many teeth fit into the chambers, 5 teeth for one//
you can try to run, but u defenitly cant hide//
ill track u down bitch and put 5 teeth into ya mind//(brain)

next weapon - bouncy ball

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You want me to kill you with a fucking bouncy ball?//
That'll be easy for a rapper who's throat is small//
You can't croak because you choke on this ball//
Or maybe it's got flames to burn your voicebox//
and Lucifer will come out of the Bronx//
He will bounce you out of this club just like Steve//
and you'll roll down the street that's under seige//
I beleive that you and me have nothing in common//
but here's your ball.. It's something to chomp on//


next weapon - remote control

i got the remote, so bitch i'm a change the channel
tunr your face to off, inotherwords...a blank panel
punch you in the head, cuz my remote's kinda sharp
just like the electronic brand, next...tear your eye apart
you won't be seeing shit, but spots of black
and after that, turn to ER cuz i'ma go for...a heart attack
you'l be bleeding badly, so just try to hold up
next thing you kno, you awake from the floor...i guess this control sucks! i'm out

next - jump rope

It's easy to strangle a person with a jump rope
but I won't because it is too easy in this post
I will give it to you and make you jump 'till you can't jump no more
Makybe it will give you a cure for that poor mouth of yours
you'll never become a rap entrepreneur
Your words tend to not blend
This rope will give you some time to spend

next - CD

Compact disk...
used as a sick quick fix to slit this bitch's wrists
i fling it like frisbee
got a chronic injury, now ya dead as walt disney
i prepare to fling a Mase album, ya thinkin "shit! he'll do it"
now youre as out as the album i killed you with
ill wit hits, this throwin machine compares to australia
a shiny circular boomerang, damn i impaled ya
now ya just blood, and mirror reflections
the only thing u resemble now is my old CD collection

next weapon- a george forman grill

U fuckin wit the BIG I cruise around wit dueces in the ride
Getcha ass cooked up, and pour the juices out the side
Ill swing that bitch around by the fuckin extinction cord
Knock ya jawbone out, and havin U callin ME george
oh, lord the coronors report gon' be da nights thrill
"look Hil, this guy got killed by a really nice grill..."

Frozen Bottle of Mountain Dew

I will bash you over the head with Mountain-dew...
Have you gushing blood like ya was fountain-dude..
Keep smashing you in the face till you are covered in blood...
Listen to your bones break and say "yeah man your done"...
Give you one final swing as the bottle shatters...
Hitting your brain....and making it splatter.....

Next Weapon: Chapstick

Since this faggot didn't leave a weapon for me to use
I will use the power of my own verbal abuse
fuck you fatass for giving me shitty feedback
fuck your fingers for typing up my open mic was wacked
Maybe if you put the beer bottle away
you would type only what your big mouth could say



next weapon - hockey stick

new weapon: an adjective

spit a verse to pick a weopon thats now u get a hocky stick
A gretzgy swing to the lips turn ya face into a thick chicks
it says u joined up and may whats wrong wit some elevation
u cant recognize lyrical skill so readin this breaks concentration
i spit electric flames like a flamethrower from da future
i call my bullets generic but we'll see how many suits ya

lol

a can of acid spray...

Chaotic conflict i aquit wit this acidic shit on ya lips
this switch fliped ask Jackson bout this shit i equip wit the can tip
bitch.....itch like a plaque for dayz scratchin ya bones to blades
it stays and craves to play till ya lose pounds like subway no weigh....till ya body melts away

Weapon-Rubberband

im'a take my rubber band and fling it, right between ya eyes...
aint no escapin ya fate, so dogg there is no reason to lie...
when i shoot that shit, its commin faster than a bullet...
dogg this is a deadly weapon, a killin machine at its fullest...
u will get shot down,tryin to mess wit me and my rubba band...
ill put any cat to sleep, so u can call me Tha Sand Man...

next weapon - plastic cup

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Torture-Ya-Carcass-=-With Needles l Killings-=-Massacre-=-Eliminating People l Quicker Than-=- Japenese Desert---Eagles l
Dangerous Zone From Missles l Tryin-=-Challenge-Me Isnt Necessary l Becuz Ima End Ya Career Wit 9 Shots Like Old Western Pistols l