I take the clip from the belt and whip it leave a welt.....
Knock a tooth out. Now you hiss when you shout.
You dont know what an uzi's about......

*****And what it does......When I pull it out*****

Nothing.......I just need to reach my shot gun so I can blow a load in your mouth... Now your brain hang south...

No weapons left but the belt from my waist now wrapped round the neck til you blue in the face....
Now you know how dead taste.
Just in case you dont know....Now you know you in a better place....You died before I got to spread the Uzi in your face...

Thats a disgrace..what a waste. Now a thing of the past....
But I'll never forget when I was done I jammed that clip in your ass.......

next - Cardboard Box

you fuckin bumb i'll snatch ya house right from unda ya/
take that cardboard and paper cut ya jugular/
im runnin ya man, the shit u spit decieves/
i'll carve a sword and shield outta cardboard and kill ya in make believe/
haha...bitch, i'll kill ya with any weapon in the station/
put u in a squared box, and fuck with ya imagination/ (for the spongebob heads)

next weapon: binoculars

ill take them noks and amplify them to see ure soul/my goal to make u never want to be a rap mogol/i flow so sick my dick drips wit da common cold/u just got told so be a paper and fold/ignorant follower of evil disknowledge/eat ya up and feed u to my cartilage
next weapon mathematics

first ill count ur steps, then mulitply by three/
i took a different angle so u look but cant see me/
u took five but thats fifteen total/
add another step and ill rip out ur vocals/
u feel the end nearing so u start actin trife/
fuck this bullshit, ill just subtract ur life/

next weapon is... a stick of dynomite straped to ya chest

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HK The Great

a stick of dynamite right bitch is that it?/
u dumb enough to strap me to a bomb that aint lit/
that aint hardkore man i'll unstrap and beat u wit it/
open up, take the powder and feed u wit it/
u spit lames right well mahfucka say one word/
and the flames will engulf your very last verbs/
end ya career without no shine/
u were never hot just like that stick of dynamite/


next weapon: tape of the last episode of Seinfeld

that tape was recorded back in time/
so i must rewind to view and spit lines/
open dat shit and choke u wit it/
take u to within a second of death & split it/
or ill put u in a room to watch it over and over/
while a cow sucks ya dick & u cum on ya shoulder/
im a soldier harder than a boulder smarter than a folder/



fukin tape?? piece of shit weapon fuk it then next weapon is gonna be a britney spears song

yo this bitch aint no joke, she'll kill ya ass in a second/
ears bust,brain eplodes cuz of a britney spears record/
only thing this bitch is good for is bustin a nut/
honestly id rather listen to 2 flies fuck/
torture u make u listen to her shit cuz i wanna/
face it, biggest thing she did this year was just kiss madonna

next - nail clippers

u were supposed to kill me last time dumbass
fuk it then ill kill u twice to make up for it...


take a nail clippa cut my tone nails drop em in ya soup/
also poop ure a fluke u cant ball like white boys from duke/
i revive ya pump ya heart wit electricity now ure fulla energy/
melt that nail clipper into a sharp object u runin scared of me/
ure hit cryin half dyin im sighing not tryin but ama fukin lion/
believe it hoe u just got did worst then final destination 2 shit!/


next weapon: a saw

blood guts and gore spill out onto the floor
got you screamin at me "NO MORE!!!!"... your a maw
sliced in half from my rusty saw
diced and torn to pieces, mixin ya blood an feces
hack off each limb with the jagged edge
let you contract 1000 diseases
It will hurt like hell I pledge
next weapon=a keyboard haw haw

jack u piece of shit u didn leave a fuckin weapon
fuk it ill just use my bare hands.....

first ill smack that smug look of ya face
then ill punch u in and out of every race
disgrace u rhyme weaker than reveron mace
u displaced allure time is just a fukin waste
ama gauge ure eyes till ya bleed from every socket
pick ya pockets then get ure pimples and just pop it
bleeding internally cuz ure brain just got stumped
ure like mistical cuz ure fukin back just got bumped
do u like subzero my hero and take ure head off
next time come up wit a better name than "jack meoff"

next weapon: penile erection diesease

it stays limp, no matter how much u jack it
that wack shit wont cum no matta how much u practice
cuz its packed wit the remnants of a million diseases
but u feel it and squeeze it, still never spills or releases
until it releases, u can stand there wit ur hand on ur dick
or i can mangle this shit, splatter it and have u standin by it
cant handle this bitch, LOOK ur dicks lyin there on the ground
they leave it bare and brown and insects peck at it wearin it out
and where r u now, ur at a clinic lookin to get transplant
but to get a man to hand u his u'll have to dance wit a handstand
.... too tired to spit nemore

next weapon: words

they flow around you faster than a whirlpool
they can drownd and burn you like my lyrics were fuel
I leave you with no one to turn to
my words are so hot you sweat when I inhale
if your scared then bail, but you won't escape like a tragic horror tail
every letter slices through your turtle neck sweater
and your chance of survival never gets any better
I spit them fast.... my mouths a machine gun, they diss you hard but its all in clean fun

meh, I didn't really try

next weapon, a turtle.... haha!!!!

fuck a ninja turtle man, that crew is full/
instead i'll dip the ooze in ya mind cap so ya brain can overgrow ya skull/
now ya headless bitch , u nothin but dead weight/
i'll still beat ya lifeless corpse till my turtles shell breaks/
i'll let em snap at ya rhymes and take lines if he must/
but dude ducked his head and recoiled in disgust/

damn...that was pretty difficult..good shit

next weapon: fumunda cheese ...fumunda my dick biotch

u want me to use my dick to kill ya? that is really gay/
but okay i guess u like dick so ill smack u wit it all day/
force it into ure mouth till u choke no joke its longer dan a rope/
mad theories on how u came to be i reckon ure a product of the wackest mc/and some bitch wit cerebral palsy but ure ballsy/
ill give u that and nothing else i move in stealth with no need/
since ure front and a fukin phony u aint no O.G. u moby/
thats the second time i call u that cuz its true u a foo/
go to sku and learn some verbs so u can hang wit HERB/

next weapon will be one of NAS's pupils