Ill grab a air pump.and jam a tube down ya throat/
And pump you the fuck up..this isnt no joke/
Just watch you blow up like a balloon.soon gonna go-pop/
Pick up the needle and go to stab you..while you yelling . no-stop./
Push the needle into you.and watch you go boom/
Spraying ya guts.all over the damn room/

next weapon-- A Sticker

ill take you to my bedroom and smack-ya..so ya fall on the bed/
Your all alone you got no one to back-ya..then i put the pillow case over ya head/
Hit you a few-times..with some new-rhymes..then tie the case tight/
Right around ya neck...with a rubber band...and leave ya there for the night/
Come back the next day..and see you laying-there/
Face all blue...now ya know im not playing-fair/

Next Weapon-- Cell Phone

got u makin calls like you wastin minutes
grab ur phone bill and rub ur face right in it
make a limit on all the shit ya talkin and sayin
cant pay ya bills, leave ya locked up and prayin
so stop conversations, just shut ya ass up
keep talkin, regret what the fuck ya passed up

next weapon: internet

ill fucking post ya pics...all over the net/
And get..the illest killers ya ever met/
Then download you onto.....a floppy-disk/
upload you to the net..and play a game its a sloppy-mix/
Im the axe murderer...and your the girl that dies/
you cant jump through the screen...look like ya just a dead guy/

next weapon-- a club

RaVe and ShOuT, just let this shit out!!
but it isnt dancing this club is about
its clubbin u out, and straight shatter ya mandible
u aint got a mouth, iono how this rapper will battle me
and after ive hammered u, ill hurt u the hardest
and they'll all mourn as if i just murdered an artist

next weapon - blue

Set the date for 1900...then throw you in a time-capsule/
Slam the door shut...press the go...and on a time-travel/
Ya you get lost in the vortex of time...cause i pressed the wrong button/
Now ya stuck...no coming back...and im not frontin/
As ya slowly dissolve...to nothing..ya just simple matter-now/
And you took the chance and opened the door..you just splattered-out/

next weapon-- a CD

when i throw in a disk, and it just drops and lands
hear me flowin in it, wit lyrical contraband
cant stop me man, my words like weapons
will i diss u? ths suspence is worse than guessin
words that hurt the devil, its like the wrath of God
said the baptist John, God's the one that cast the lot
get past the shock, of music that moves u
u hate it a lot cuz it used to abuse u

cast the lot= throwin dice, old term

next weapon: dice

Ill grab the dice...and when you start spitting ya just a joke/
cause i just throw them and they go down ya throat/
getting stuck in ya throat...clogging you tubes/
This is what should happen..to all the newbs/
Your face..just turns blue...ya cant breathe right/
No use to fight it...cause ya know your gonna die tonight/

next weapon-- a card

take ya ass down wit one card like gambit/
slit ya throat wit it when u started rappin/
so hard it happened when i flicked my aces/
split ya face up, BAM! this bitch is wasted/
six to eight clubs, ur the queen of the deck/
dont fuck wit the dealer, im as mean as the best/

next weapon: turntables

Turn heads, while I'm on turn tables//
The sound is so sick got you hiden under tables//
Yeah... I'm scratchen and I'm rappen//
Got ya head bobben and them toes tappen//
Them fingers might be doin' a lil' snappen//
Pause the beat just to hear my crowd clappen//
Thas how Nise make it happen, no jacken//
Scratchen on them tables...

Next weapon= Trophy

yo why bother talkin' bout gunz/ if you aint got one/
actin' like yall lyrics fire/ when yall not hot son/
why bother spittin about death/ if you aint really seen yah manz face as he took his last breath/
who actin' like they spittin' a flamethrower/ when aint nobody feelin' heat/
who on here frontin' tryna' rep like yall cowards really from the street/ is yall mad or crazy but i be backin' up my words/ and throwin lead at somebody's mama's boy over the next hottest beats/ then rippin' rectangular plastic to smell the fresh aroma of orange hairs on my herb/
why bother sayin' you da king/ but you know you gon' retreat/
who think they hot/ who wanna run a marathon wit me/ da ruler/
multimillion dollar dreams, of ownin' plush mini mansions, in the hamptons, for me and my team/ who wanna live my lifestyle, runnin' from the cops/ takin' over blocks/ servin' zombies walkin' to da crackhouse/
why bother spittin at you/ when i could really spit at you/
touch you yah brother, mother, and yah weak crew/
i laugh cuz yall aint even half of me/ now who said they da king got some ordasity/ putt'em like 50 said in the aftermath you'll see/
ONE!

Next Weapon = Soda Can.

when i pour nitro an coke in a soda-can//
ill implode-a-man, with more force than yoda-DAMN//
before you see a man hit the corner an run-lots//
i busted gun-shots in his face like cum-spots//
and as i bounce an let this cypher unravel//
the next weapon is officially time travel

-----Don trip, the weapon ^------^------^
-Anon-

From Now On... If Someone Forgets To Leave A Weapon... They're Goin On The Warning List... Gettin Tired Of This Shit...

Next Weapon=Butter Knives.
-Ambiguous

Open the drawer...and pull out a butta-knife..and close-it/
Walk torwards you...about ready to cut-ya-life..but i dont expose-shit/
Raise the knife up...and watch you run away/
i dont give a fuck....ill laugh as you go astray/
Ill chase you down....and cut you to fuck/
No joke ya done...i guess you ran outta luck/

Next Weapon-- a Belt

i gotta use a weapon? lets start wit belts
wit it, ill whip ur ass, leave u scarred wit welts
til its too hard to tell whether ur red or black
fucked u up, guess it wuz the best attack
my next attack, ill take the belt and choke ya
ur dead, send u to hell for the devil to poke ya...

next weapon: a mic