Ah the ol reclining chair,man get up
This aint no fuckin hug-a-bear
rip out the reclines spine, now its mine
shove it up you'll behine, 10-a-11 times
splinnerd wood , cut you every way I could
rusty nail, plant it in ya forehead, an ya off ta hell.


nxt wep: Carolina Panthers

Carolina panthers hard to kill. tight ass defense
But if I were them kill ya like a fish ina beach net
I'd tack ya ass then slike ya head in
With my cleat hit you once, then hit ya again
I jus kicked ya ass like you was the Eagles
Time for the kill with my football and DEagle

Next- watch

I aint got no time fo fake "lyrics", so Im gonna steal this bitches watch instead/
dissamble his fake rolex and insert those Korean pieces in his head/
Gonna do it slowly like Im fuckn his girl, dead men cant feel any pain/
insert the minute hand in minute mans hand and then the second hand in his brain/
Watch'n you suffah is better then readn those punk "lyric's" you spittin/
what? you think you Timex bitch, lets see you take a lickn and keep on tickn/

Next - Kleenex

I kill your ass with a kleenex cause you a puffs..
Cut your ass with dull shit cause your not tuffs..
Plug your nows with the paper cause your done in..
Shit I'm like stone cold it's your ass I'm stun in..
Pluged your nose and nosterals with some Kleenex brand tissues..
Then I ask you like I way your dad, Son do you have some issuses..

Weapon=Wackness

EDIT: Guy above deleted his post it was 'playdoh'


Dregun,son ,stick with word puns and simple aliteration's.
Ye, I seen ya play'doh that ya bout in Da' whack m'all.
Didnt even mak'it to the parkin lot, before ya potted a sqot.
And ya' then come to me asken whats that "spoT"
Ripped of "silly sallys" left leg, rammed it through ya guts
Just ta hear ya beg, NOW go play with fuckin peg leg.
Silly sally playdoh has seen its last day.oh shit MAYDAY.....lol

heres a hard one:Lyric's Head

ill use the lyric's hard head as a fucking bowling ball
to lay down the ten midgets lined up in a triangle
hittin seven of them about ready to clean up with a spare
the lryic's head comes back up half there
his skull must of broken like a coconut on the human pins
so i ran down the alley and kicked them in the shins

next weapon: pack of 3 darts

EDIT: just void this one, someone take up from my comback to lyric's weapon.

Wielded rage, I'll kill ya with a strong head but
Use my head as a weapon? Man what the fuck
So I'll use force on ya, And also beat ya lyrically
Diss you down deep, and rip ya spiritually
My head is a weapon and I use it at will
Cause it filled with knowledge of how to kill

Next: A sandal

lyric, ill take your sandal and slap you in the face
over a thousand times works equivalant to mace
a thousand and one hits seems to be the magic number
you drop quick to the beach sand in the hot summer
i still got the sandal that cracked your neck bone
ill just stick it in the ground as a your tombstone

next: a toaster oven

Double M, wasup dawg, sry I gotta kill ya.
This outa be fun, this'll be a thrill, duh..
Grabbed ya toast'a oven, tore it open.
And smashed it ovea ya head, ya dead?
Ya body's Extremities lying limp like wet noodles.
That's too bad I broke ya oven.
now ya cant make toast'a strootles..



nxt wep: Elephant's Testicle

..listen as im tellin-this story for the hell-of-it...
while i grab Missy Elliot and use her as my elephant/
i grab her by the balls and pull hard on her testicles...
then figured out that her nuts were inseperable!/
she had 2 ton balls but the weird thing is...
that she could drown a person just by takin a piss/
the bitch nearly killed me with her odor-and-stench...
cuz every time i touched her i got her overies-wet!/
so before i end this rhyme there is something i should mention...
an elephant testicle is a stupid ass weapon!!/

next weapon---> Blow Torch

you like the name of this weapon cause u think cock
a blow torch on my block, isnt getting grabbing balls like a headlock,
its fire and fury, held inside a gased cage,
let lose by a man with too much fucking rage.
so when i see you and im crunked out, a drunk ass alcoholic
ill torch ur ass at the nearest 76.

next weapon: wip

j-dilla your known as the joke killa
but after this cypher you should be know as the flow killa
your spit is so bad you only rhyme twice
out of 6 lines so let me give you some advice
i'll take this whip and choke you, catchin you by surprise
death by a black rope that should be your demise
this kid cant even spell, he's been whiped too many times
signin up to RB without even learnin his rhymes

im just playin j, you know

next weapon: coat hanger

i 'need2' hang you from a damn coat hanger in my closet
not from your shirt, but from your neck socket
let you live, liftin you off of the medal hanger
and untwine it into a strait line stickin it up your dick while u sit in the hamper
you better get off my fucking clothes even though they are dirty
i dont need blood and tears all over my laundry

next weapon: blowdryer

a blow dryer? what the fuck would i do witta blow dryer?//
i aint got no hair! whoops you caught me i guess ima known liar//
cause i got hair i just wouldnt bother to use it//
id rather gel my hair straight ina mohawk an listen to alternative music//
ill find alternative uses for this useless device//
plugged in ill drown myself wit you in water an kill myself twice//

Next Weapon: Yourself