Choke around ya neck wit somethen so stern//
Somethen wiggely and slippery and known to squirm//
Have it wet and firm//
You can't wait to learn//
On how in ya esophagus, I'll place a 20 inch tape worm//

Next Weapon: Razor blade

Razh

it just like twix son i do pack 2,my gats will blast u/
desert eagles is fithycalibur to leave u lookin like a statue/
all stiffed up, catch a bucfithy from ya face up/
be damn if u don't want my tek to spray da place up/
have u lookin like a case on dat unsolved cut/
scooby doo ass nigga wit a dick in ya butt/
see its 1 fithy,2 macs my snubnose spit quickly/
22 is fo bitchs gettin slugs from tre80's/
damn dem some nice holes in ur mercedes/
was it from a 4 pound r that 12 gaude baby/
gettin off slittin from ear to ear i learned a tactic from haeties/

(HOW COME SOME PEOPLE DONT MENTION THE NEXT WEAPON OR DONT RAP ABOUT THE WEAPON THEY ARE SUPPOSED TA TALK ABOUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

yo yaw really wanna know why nelly wear that fuckin band-aid,
i gashed n scared that nigga while striking with my razor-blade,
i'm mo ruthless then a mercenery who remains un-paid,
enough said, time fo slashing, time fo u to cop a thrasing,
first niggaz used ta used it to cut off facial hairs,
now people use it n leave victims bloody like they got mauled by bears,
lil boys like filthycalbur use it n shead himself ta tears,
some people carry one to show ruggedness to they peers,
a common household item but its sumthin some men fear.


next weapon: a bottle of kerosene and 5 matches

(and no disrespect to filthycalibur its just that he wasnt rappin bout tha right topic)
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son that was hype, keep yo flow tight, u got yo game on right
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**>!<tRiLL\[S]/eMcEE>!<**

You see me incognito trailing through this teen like butter
Trill get's soaked in kerosene, unanswered prayers he starts to stutter
I mutter and throw the matches, i don't strike cos i don't need flames
I Open mic him, make the sparks fly, you play with fire you get burned in rap games
Put him out with piss and safe his life, "i didn't want to see you dead"
I change my mind then take one step back, my size tens stamp through his head.

....Ugh, that was uuuugleee. No beef Trill, JK. Peace.

Next weapon=An eightball in a sock

Hurt me hurt me!!!

i was playin pool with my mans, nothin serious/
then i got drunk delirus, drink spiked wasnt here things/
the cat played me for money, i was to drunk to disagreee/
hes winnning me, money gone, they all dissin me/
so i fell to floor boards, pulled my shoes and socks offf/
grabed the 8 ball, didnt hesitate at alll, socked his jaw/
nocked him back for 6, aww, then grabbed the 7/
bout to give him another fix but he had gone to heaven/
thats when i saw the boys in blue role up, bust in/
how would u feel if he had poisend you?shit! they bustin!/
i was surounded by the team en.. people started screaming/
swung the sock round my head fast prepelled myself to freedom/


next - pool cue

carve a pool cue out of timber bamboo/
and when i hit choo i promise you'll develop into/
a giant kangaroo wit one a tennis shoe/
don't misconstrue the angle of view/
i'll grab a gat like tech 9 and bust it at you/

niggaz duck fo cova when i grab my tech nine,
hear that cockin check yo lyrics boy cuse i aint gotta check mine,
stick u up infront a the po station then walk away calmly with yo shyne,
now its time to exersice my weapon,
the 9 to yo head homie now tell me where u reppin,
now i'll explain, why u aint gunna feel no pain,
cuse for a fraction of a second u'll feel the burning in yo brain,
now i gots ta maintain, my anger cuse i aint no stanger ta danger,
with my nine homie i mite have ta rearrange-ya...

next weapon: toothbrush

scatter and move as I bust with a tooth brush//
jabbin stabs suicidally accidental the roof crushed//
jaws snapped n crack waste developed from wack taste//
unflossed plaque encased a gum cap at the lack to smack paste//

that one was difficult...
next one: acidic mace

as i grab my acidic face n get ready ta burn yo face,
the liquid seep through the cloth go inta yo mouth ruin yo sense of taste,
now i dont know whats gunna take effect first,
u can get burned or get knocked unconsious,
the po's usin it on my people fo causin ruckus,
fuck yaw suckaz,
i'm a snatch it from ya n spray ya dont tempt-me,
to use every drop until empty,
then u get left screamin n gaspin fo air,
then before u pass out get a glimpse of my face does it look like i care.


next weapon: fork (a sharp fork not 1 of those blunt/plastic ones on planes)

(that wasnt that good)

im at the dinner table and some load mouth want it/
im glad my fork wasnt blunted when i grabbed it and lunged in/
smacked him inthe stomach i lost it - impaled in/
inside him my hand hunted, whoops puled out his intestin/

next - his intestine

Who the fuck does he think he's testen?//
I'll rip through his chests' flesh and down to his intestines//
I think he's guessen, I'll be the one resten//
Large and small long tubes is what I'm messen//
Sick disection, cutten open his belly and fucken rip out his inestines.......

Next Weapon: pillow

Razh

i walk in the bedroom, shes sleeping, sheel be dead soon/
grab my pice, must of droped it look for the bottle with the x on/
lost the poisen too, must of been when i jumbed through the back yard/
oh shit a disturbance, her man comes in tryin to act hard/
i grab the nearest thing, the pillow, she was still sleaping/
she should be glad cos she didnt have to witness the severe beating/
now the feathers flying all over, she still hasnt awoke/
so i put the case round her throat, she started to choke/
and there was no strugle, her blue face should of been red/
what a waste of time the bitch was already dead!/

next - dead bodie

bored ill do my own...
i got bodies in my basement on meat racks they dangle/
fuck with me ill grab them by they arms, swing hit u with there ankles/
fill slit they throat pump there legs, squirt blood in ur eye/
strangle you with some poor bastards spine till u can join them and die/

next - anthrax inna hanky

anthrax in a hanky, if my momma found i was dealin with shit liek that she'd probably spank-me,
now some people thank-me, how i take care of they enemies,
the white powder take care all my felonies,
now its like entaties afta me,
cuse there's always someone in the shadow,
now i cant be prepared if i'm scared,
but i protect myself by wearing a suit of anthrax,
i'm a put it in yo machine n then it'll be on yo fax,
i got powder ot the max and i aint afraid to use-it,
u can get some in yo bandanna so it'll seep throw yo skin,
n amke it burn now its my turn,
to use my hankey to kill some mtuha fuckaz,
haha here i come sukaz.


next weapon: a butter knife