Fuck it, i dont need hand guns or pistols..
Cause i got a fucking Patriot missle...
Just have you locked...into my sight
Make sure its right, then send it to end ya life..
Watch as it races towards you so quickly...
Hits you and blows you to pieces, thats sick G..

Next Weapon: A Pen

MY PEN IS VERSETILE AS A MURDER WEAPON/
ITS DEADLIER THAN ANY FUCKERS SMITH AND WESTON/
I CAN USE IT TO WRITE LYRICS WHICH WILL SCAR YOU MENTALLY/
OR AS A KNIFE TO THE HEART LEAVIN ME IN THE PENETENTARY/
I A FUCKING SICK BASTARD DRAWIN THE INK TO A SYRINGE/
THEN INJECTING IT INTO UR VEINS MAKIN EMCEE'S CRINGE/
I'LL PUT ONE PEN UP EACH NOSTRIL AND SIT A AT A DESK/
SMASH U FACE DOWN ON THE TABLE - IN HELL YOU'LL REST/
IM A FUCKIN PSYCO STATIONARY KILLER N DO AS I PLEASE/
STAB IT THROUGH BOTH CHEEKS WHILE UR BEGGIN ON UR KNEES/
STAB U IN UR EAR TO ACTUALLY GWRITE SUM GOOD LYRICS ON UR BRAIN/
I'LL DO ALL THIS MUTHA FUCKER - R U READY FOR THE PAIN?/


NEXT: ROPE

Ill tie the rope up into a noose...
Hit you with it to let my anger loose..
Put it around your neck, pulled tight..
Hop you had a nice life, cause ya die tonight..
Kick the stool out fron underneath you..
Listen to you choke and laugh too..

Next Weapon: Paper Clip

Imma take this basic//object that is a paper clip//bend, twist, break, and reshape it//then let Masta took a look and C how Imma make his life fade quick//Usin' a rubber band to form a bow and arrow's played kid//I just turned it into some small claws//to use Freddy Kruger style and slap scratch off ya jaw//take out ya eyes, ears, nose, and continue scratching 'til nothin's left//Recognize the game plan's to simply render you senseless (ha ha)//Abandoned in the street to symbolize rap's free since it's Masta's dead//I started to fill out the tombstone but since he was nothin', I left it blank instead

next weapon: tombstone

Here lies the muthafucka that fucked wit the best,
now the fragments from the tombstone are left in his chest,
your headstone wouldn't rip through your flesh,
so i pummled you till no life or blood was left,
carve my name on your face with the broken stone,
im the kid your momma told u to leave alnoe,
now its over bitch deal wit it,
killin's my fuckin meal ticket,
on some serial killa shit and thats just being real wit it.

next weapon; shot put

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practicin my shot put throws/
step on my toes, i'll lose control/
beat you down wit the steel~ball/
ya familys gonna need to pray for u in the steeple/
i'll smash ya face inwards/
ya wont even have a human figure/


next weapon = snowball

i send low blows as i hit mcs with snow-balls//
cause theyre plain as fuck, like houses with no-walls//
an as my foe-falls, i white wash-em-on-the-spot//
i stay suspensful, like waitin for my-bomb-to-drop//
i stay on-the-top, like im a fuckin eskimo//
im ready to pack another ice ball an let-it-go...

Next Weapon: Wood Shredder (the machine you put large branches in)

-Anonomous-

Plug in the shredder and turn the switch...
Laugh at you cause im about to churn this bitch..
Bash ya head against it a few time, soon you die..
Dont be a rude guy, cause you dont have 2 lives..
Throw you in it, and listen as you scream for help..
Listen to it crunch you up as you just yelp...

Next Weapon: Deck Of Cards

pick up a deck and let the energy start chann-len/
fling hot cards that explode on contact like gambits/
thats why i stay away from casinos and gamblin/
toss aces fast enough to cut off ya hands kid/
when have you seen a royal flush cause damage/
every time i play go fish the kids run scramblin/


next weopon...........iron

PLUG THIS SHIT IN AND TURN IT TO MAXIMUM HEAT/
SWING IT BACK, TWAT YOU, TAKE YOU OF YOUR FEET/
HIT THE FLOOR LIKE A BABY TRYIN TO WALK - 1 MONTH OLD/
PRESS THE PLATE ON YOUR FACE - SMELL THE SKIN SMOULD/
TAKE THE ELECTRICAL CHORD - WRAP IT ROUND YOUR NECK/
THIS IS HOW I KILL EMCEE'S - GAININ MY RESPECT/
I'LL CHOKE YOU MUTHA FUCKER TILL YOU CANT BLEED/
HIT YOU ROUND THE HEAD WITH IT MAKIN YOU BLEED/
HAVE YOU HAD ENOUGH OR AINT YA GONNA GIVE UP/
IM A BAD ARSE MO' FUCKER - THATS WHATS UP/


NEXT WEAPON: GLASS BOTTLE

I shatter ya brains as if i dropped a glass bottle
my bullets spread pain, when i squeeze the throttle
my lyrics is precise to science like Einstein
i'm on a mission to define, how my lyrics can outshine
Young Black, it's ya boy God son
come thru ya block and make ya whole squad run


Next Weapon = Heat

Do not make a new post if you forget to leave a weapon! Edit your old post, and add the weapon.
~Bounce~

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the reason i eat emcees is because i'm hungry


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Throw you in a burner and let the heat melt you....
Listen to you scream, but this is what i delt you....
Your skin starts melting off of you on to the floor..
I turn up the heat core give you some more....
Watch you...as you slow...start to burn alive...
Shits so fucking nasty....i have to turn aside...

Next Weapon: CD Case

i take the jewel case and fuckin shove it through your temple,
then i snap the cases cover and this is when you start to tremble,
i cut the palm of my hand to show you how to bleed,
then i begin to head over to slice the organs with which you breath,
the broken edge on the case is not that sharp.
so when i start to open your chest its not being cut, but torn apart,
you beg me to make it sharper but i reply a cd case is all you've got,
then you hand me a gun and say i'd rather die from being shot,
well im not that nice a guy so i continue to shred your organs,
and as soon as you cant fight back i leave to bleed until the morning.


Next Weapon: 3 foot fluorescent light bulb

Ill use this light bulb dont even fight dawg..
Dont give me lip, if ya wanna live use the right talk..
But you dont so i gotta smack you, till it cracks..
I'll just easily slap you, but still it racks....
Up the pain cause ill shove the bulb down ya throat..
Turn it on so you light up like a tree but now ya croak...

Next Weapon: A Candy Bar