Catch Ja'e Roc in the bath, wit a towel round his waste/
Grab the shower curtain quick wrap dat shit round his face/

Squeeze hard til he suffacates, his life was a waste/
Cause when it comes to nice lyrics man this kid's a disgrace/

After I'm done roll him make it tight like a joint/
then go and get the kerosene and matches just to strengthen da point/

Next weapon: Quarter

Numismatic panic induced by a MONETARY DEATH
1/4 DOLLAR loaded Buck shoot ceasing your breath
As blood drips from flesh, Mikes' Blaze'd Soul looks 2 rest
Soaked in side walk Sloop, my grains 'Changed' your walk
From the realm of life to that of a specters striffe
Lost souls randomly puruse the Livings' whoa's
It took 25 cents to connect your mind
And unleash you from the wordly grind
Slipping through the sands of time unleashing your soul...

Next weapon: silly slime

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FUCKA BABYLON BANDIT!!!

Its Ill-Mattic dawg and u bout to catch ur last breath//
Step up nigga and lets see wut u got cuz u bout to run into a hyper stealth//
Amma sufficate ur last breath wit dat silly slime//
Making u beggin for mercy and giving me ur every last dime//
Fuck it, amma make u swallow that shit till u giv in to ur time//
And when u realize it, its ur life thats gonna give in making me do this crime//

Whateva..... Weapon: A Pencil

The way i control ur life, Point blank dont need to use stencils//
The prismatic colers will literlay flow when i stab you with colored pencils//
Its the like blood flows cleaner when its done with graffite//
Better than Glocks or spikes, I dont give a shit bout wat u like//
No one can realise that this pencil theif will kill strong//
Slew Wrongs, Seperated in the lead of polar earths long//

Weapon: Raking your eyes out with Shift Keys

I will kill wit the magic words, thank you and please
if you act up, i will rake ya eyes out wit my shift keys
jam it in ya ignition, and put the pedal to the medal
while i accelerate, it's too fast for you to slow down or settle
Young, young gun, nigga known to make ya squad run
i'm known all over, got G-town niggas in all four quadrems


Next Weapon: Jumper cables

EDIT:Next time do not forget to leave a weapon behind
~Bounce~

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[IMG][B]Young Black
the reason i eat emcees is because i'm hungry


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never thought this way youd be killed,
came out with a 'die hard' car battery acid filled,
tie your ass up real tight and leave you in a puddle,
this battery got more power than a nasa booster shuttle,
time for the secret weapon, facing a murder sentence,
pop out the jumper cables, slap it on the table,
write it down in my book of fables,
first ill make some sparks to prove your gonna burn dark,
connect the ends to your ears, as your screaming and bark,
watch your ass light up, like you was in busta's song, drill a head through you head,
and use you as my new bong,

next weapon: scissors

im reshaping these slaves wit the point of blades
sharpened to carve and blunt edges to scrape
im defacin face, relievin a mothafucka to grace
skulls cave when placed under a penetrating state

utilizing this cutting utencil as my pencil
painting a portrait in your forehead of my self the devil
a rebel, im choosin either cuttin paper or a fake player
left a red essay on ya chest and on ya back ya last prayer

next weapon: a screwdriver

I'ma rider...Phoenixx gave me a weapon thats bigger then his penis...a damn screw driver...
Young searchin in the tool box, gots nuttin but a damn screw driver...kill wit this shit...it's more deadly then the fire (gun)
I'll screw ya eyes out, and shove it up ya ass...now ya dumb ass can see from behind and catch the past...
My lyrics is too vast...the starvin artist, cuz my lyrics is on fast
The G-town hustala, we ride hard so buckle up, nigga wat the fuck
get ya ass a cut...
I'm kill this last verse wit the weapon you will hit wit next...

Next Weapon:
the pm messenger, where you write ya text

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[IMG][B]Young Black
the reason i eat emcees is because i'm hungry


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Im going behind the scenes, and getting lean and mean
lik a george foreman killin machine, wit my words inbetween
Downlod dis, n evil curs dis, sendin da computr crashin virus
With lyrical pain, you glorify yourself in vain, n still im tireless
Wait,click n send death, open, no strings attachd on my wireless
ur ded wit 2 pms 2 ur head, sendin nightmares str8ght 2 ur bed

NEXT WEAPON:SPOON

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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

im spoonin out cererbrals like evil people
makin ya memory skip like broken record needles
wit each bite, ya memory falters back real
its sureal how i reverse mind capacity back to fetal
get it real cold and ice burn ya retnas
with salt and pepper to make it scar better
im feastin on your defeat like a straved cannibal
like donner party with manners or a polite animal

next weapon: the bible

Ma god is ma witness,
leavin ya whole world in a disasterous wickedness,
Amma piss on ur rhymes and spit til u brawl up wit a fist,
Like in da bible, amma cut u up like when jesus cut up his wrist,
Its plane hardcore in this religous unity,
Releasing all the sins that are all in of me,
God, Jesus, listen up and hear ma prayer,
Give me da streangth to spit out dem rhymes layer from layer,
But fuck all dat, amma end dis shit wit a one line killar,
leavin ur soul hangin from a post to pillar.........

Weapon- Excalibur (for those dum asses.. its the sword of King Arthur)
----Yeah am real educated -----

you dudes is straight mcguiver with various odds and ends,
but the worst thing ill matic could do was give B the sword cursed by the pen
in the books they said only one could pull that shit from the rock,
but the one is me and im cocking back rising like good stock
u thought it would be hard to give me a specific blade,
but i cut your wrists, watch your blood spill out worse than summer days grape kool-aid, its not pretty, infact my sword is straight choppin bodies,
the way i cut your limbs, face, and torsos people swear it was my hobby
but i do this shit for fun cause you bear the the right label
plotting on u bitches at my meetings for the knights of the round table

weapon: cd case

Dawg, Music u diss, by music you will end/
To sick of ur shit to let your ruinin my pen-/
Manship, like a thousand soldiers strong//
Imma snap your weak-ass'ed rymez like a CD'case... 9 inches long//
Game, Music, Dvd, With that weak plasic covering its gona be easy//
Should i slize, dice, or just shove you inside//
But watever you do, dont think your death will slide//

Next Weapon: Rotting Leaf

In the kitchen slowly stirring like a wicked witch over the black kettle
Put into ur soup watch ur ass go loop-d-loop as nosy ppl try 2 meddle
The rotteness is hidden by the nulifiyng lemon juice letting loose
All the anger in my body, could of reached for the shotty or a noose
I got the leathel recipe, Picked the leaf of death on my nature hike
Killing all those motherfuckers who said they'd beat me or the like

NEXT WEAPON: A CURSE

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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