I just injected myself and I know what the effect is
you gotta credit me for trying it out on this fuckn' kid
So, when you hit the fuckn' floor and crack your head open
after taking a lick from this needle, I'll see to it that it's flowing
and you'll need some pills to make the creative juices flowing
because I'm showing you skills from an Emcee knowing
what works and what doesn't. I better see my name
at the end credits in big black and red bloody letters for the fame
because I justed ended your existance 'cause you in a daze
your days in this verbal faze is over, roll over
on your back like Tupac in his autopsy bitch


next weapon - a light sabor

With weopons my blessin i use anythin in possesion
Any nigga steppin, gets hit wid ladder fulla agression
gashin blood, the red stuff assosiated wid love
Hearts and stuff, i skin ya arm and rub.....
neandathal thug, i walk into disco's holdin a club
blast ya neck ya fuck, throw a punch in the air.. and ask ''whats up?!''

Please leave a weapon next time, just edit your original post and add the weapon.
~Bounce~

WickedWays << He forgot to put a weapon...Geez..So I will make his name into a weapon creative yes..???

Frantic nights individuals feeling timid
with my writtens that are Wicked.
Dashing stab wounds threw ya dudes
with sydistic Ways of knifes flowing like
waves.
Burrying emcee's with gore and rage
setting the stage of deminishing days.

Next weapon: A double edge Knife

I run right past you, nice, grab you AND slice,
Stab you with knives, attacking you right, in the chest,
Laughing, with mice in the cabin, fighting over the rest,
Hyper, after I clean up, with a napkin and ice, no-one'll guess,
Showin no-one the mess, snatched this bastard his life,
What happened to strife, you dead, took your body after the heist.

Weapon - Richard Simmons

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I rhyme better than who rhymes better than you

I'm going to wake your azz up early/
after bearly getting sleep have you pissed off and surly/
what the fuck is Richard Simmons doing in my bedroom/
all up in my face with no headroom/
screaming at the top of his lungs calling you a fat creep/
with fat bitches all around and under your sheets/
exersizzing with crushing your azz stuck between to thighs man/
realizzing that theres no excape from celulite deciding you fate/
died when a dimpled azz booty sunk in yo face.

Murder Weapon; A Nappy Dugout (Harry pussy)

I'll run up to you, quick, with an Italian chick,
Pussy so harry, measure it in fathoms, sick,
I beat you unconcious, then throw you into the hole,
You get tangled, tools are no avail, too much hair to mow,
Then you remember Harry Potter, when that kid got caught in the vines,
You crawled to sunshine, but the hair still snapped your spine.
LOL!!!

Weapon - Spork

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I rhyme better than who rhymes better than you

Marvin the martian quickly pulling the blast of stun gun
Made from mars platinum steal with a cold feel for fun
I have the space poodle in my cargo pants pocket
pull out my gun n stun sic the green poodle on your eye socket
Run out the unidentified flying object with a new subject
Don't have to pull the stun gun tear freezes with fear

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Let God speak for the underground Psalm 49 16-17
16 Do not be overawed when a man grows rich when the splendor of his house increases
17 For he will take no thing with him when he dies, his splendor will not descend with him
18Though while he lived he counted himself blessed - and men praise you when you prosper-
19 He will join the generation of his fathers, who will never see the light of life

20 A man who has riches without understanding is like the beasts that perish

MY BAD BRETHREN HOWS THIS
The plastic flimsiness of the weapon of choice stick it through ur temple
Force so hard it makes aneriousims in your brain create fatal dimple
It's the formulation of laziness bother me in the diner it ill be your illness
fresh released from solitary only utensil to save me from my crazyness
Fit da profil of da serial killer any1 usin da fork n spoon i spread the word
After da coronr finds u wit da spork out of ur hed only thing said its absurd



Next Weapon: Rusty razor blade
~Bounce

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Let God speak for the underground Psalm 49 16-17
16 Do not be overawed when a man grows rich when the splendor of his house increases
17 For he will take no thing with him when he dies, his splendor will not descend with him
18Though while he lived he counted himself blessed - and men praise you when you prosper-
19 He will join the generation of his fathers, who will never see the light of life

20 A man who has riches without understanding is like the beasts that perish

i had this chick/when she'd walk it all clicked/niggaz fuck with er wrong and they could get sic/not physically, but mentally/cause she been thru more men then 1st appeared to be/i fucks with her around 3/if there's nothing to do well chill, she always keeps it real/shit all rolls smooth when she has her roller oiled/shit right here is intimate thoughts no doubt/but i only speak of my mo-fuckin computer mouse

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shit was all good just a week ago!!

next weapon, carolne pine cone

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shit was all good just a week ago!!

i gotta pine-cone, to strike ya an bristle you with/
scrape your fuckin mug off, an wrap it on my dick/
put it back on the tree, with ya entrails decoratin it/
then take it back down again, an beat u with it/

Next: Sword

fuck a chord or horde of hogs...i'll truck u kids like fords
N slice minds....spines N clavicles...with a fuckin sword
double edged N shit...ya neck gets split till there's no savin em
until i shift a bit N split a muthafuckas Cranium
i'm sayin i'm to ruthless hit u with the hilt to leave u toothless
N with a swipin motion swipe ya off ya feet N leave u bootless
do this with me, bullets see me as a horrid thing
when shining embers...have me holdin swords like a lord of tha ring....

Next: Electric cables...heh heh...

yo its tha kidde n im bacc from hell/
im comin for pay bacc cause dat niggas not in jail/
aiyo 16 ways 2 kill on a niggas mind/
stab him shoot him nah id rather fry his brain/
wit these electric cables dat i got hooked up 2 his ride/
n ill soak em in gas /
cause i was taken from mexico but my name aint texas/

next rubber band