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(im not phased by the ninja star's they were fake) haha
my mother's dead i can see dat...wat can i say its the damm crak!
got me wak/
crysis in the otha room he be screwin ma dad...im like wtf!?
i decided lay the smack down....crysis pullin his pantie's up, foolin around/
i threw ma mum at him...ill tell ya he went down scrappin...but think his heart's bad, crysis aint laughin..??
...blah..
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Next Weapon - Keepin It Basic, Wit A Chrome Nine.
Creepin on this cat, wit my nine/
Preparin for tha attack, da right time/
Cockin back tha chrome, eyein up tha back of his dome/
I guess its safe to say, that this bitch aint goin home/
Waitin for him to turn onto his street, as i raise the heat/
I always will claim victory, never ever gon take defeat/
Rasin the chrome nine, slowly, surely, aimin at his head/
Hollerin, watch him turn, firin two in his face, then he fall out..dead/
Next weapon - A Cartoon Magazine.
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a cartoon magizine...what the fuck is this goin to do for me//
batman and robin aint comin out of it as far as i SEE//
wit only a mag-i-zine im as helpless as cred wit intense-it-E//
dawg nothin can phase me im the top fish of the SEA//
sum niggas call me nice but most say im mean//
but cred n intense are wack as far as i SEEN//
n/w--cred's mic (cuz i took it away) [he sucked!!]
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Dakore sleep wit a light on; so I guess he dread night
Since his rhymes so weak he gon fold under the pressure of Cred's mic/
He claim he got a clique when he just got one friend
Come on bitch before you talk shit get at least one win/
He got our name in his sig in some attempt to be famous
His style's shit and he is as loose as a faggots anus//CID
N/W- Pringles Can
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:) nice to see that things are heating up in here...!
As you throughin your attacks, my Pringles Can just saves the hour/
beat's ya so hard, it would make the "highest" class "lour"/
(Definitions of lour: verb: set lower)
I murder all emcees, with deadly harass and power/
~!!!!!!!!!!~
you ain't testin this, like a rebel with a teacher/
i'll unleash all my force like a fearless lunitic creater/
so back up and run, while you still got time/
cause i'd commit the worst crime in the drop of a dime/
New Weapon: Broken beer bottle
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Broken beer bottle
TaKe ThE BroKeN beer bottle and slit ya wrist with it
make it look sucidal like sick kids with dirty visions
I'm slittin and slashin cut with lashes and blood splashes
take more bottles aresnals from bar stashes
I'm hatchin and spearing ya guts opened with da bottles edge
i make perplex symbols in ya open chest like kiddies with play pen
take them each homicidal swipe to ya body drops
wont stop until each shard of glass topples and stops
WHAT!
NeXt WeapoN: NinjA StarS
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Ninja stars, is what i'll use to rip iblaze/
Gon stab this bitch, till his eyes-glaze/
I say, dont u think its time he dies, hey?/
Creepin on him, waiting for tha right moment/
Ready to strike, and leave his blood flowin/
Steppin behind him, real quiet, ready to strike/
And leave him dead, in the middle of the night/
Steppin, throwin the Ninja Star into his dome/
Dont need my chrome to stop him from goin home.
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N/W - A Walkin Stick.
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I mindin my buisness pimpin it,side by side wit ma walkin stik/
till this girl point's his wesson, then Darkness!/
a crowd stumbles round watchin their crowned pimp...spit/
a relapse as i move faster than sonik, grabbed the gun...had some gamblin fun...
10 minutes past an your phat ass still stunned/
i kno u a street kid,so my stik smaked ur bum...woogsta's cryin,
..........so go run bak to mum/
...blaaahhh
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^ U aint leave a weapon, so i'll pick 1.
N/W - A Drum.
E'rything was aight, no guns were clappin/
No hate .... till ar-tits started rappin/
No one could hack it, the shit comin from this faggot/
Guess he likes my ass, since he did smack it/
Whackness, flowin from him everytime he spits/
But this is it, he done chose the wrong muthafucka to pick/
To diss... his raps, are more painful then electric to genitals/
He forced it, like a pussy to cum while its on her menstrual/
Fuck it, i'll beat him, by smashin his dome off a drum/
Nuttin inside his head, so i bludgeoned u son/
Ur done, head gapin, thats what the fuck happens/
When bitch made punks, tryna b rappin.
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N/W - A Bandana
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this bitch be rappin but he know he aint won/
you scared, im feared, it's your nightmare son/
re-assured once i drop, ur wanksta be a ganster prop/
other's stop, wastin mah time, and valued lines/
my nine an bandana right on tyme/
you seem upset, my band livin crime, you a wreck,/
ma breth-er-in behind me west side's in check/
bandana's strapped tightly and your ass dead~!
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n/w the bling necklace from woogsta's neck
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Resurection, to teach this bitch a lesson/
I aint worried bout shit, i aint gon tech him/
Imma take my chains, but which 1 bitch?/
I got 3 on my neck, i let u take yo pick/
Fuck it, i'll use my gold rope chain/
Swing it, and smash it thru yo brain/
Yo game, is weak as fuck punk/
Dont step again, cuz u'll jus get done.
N/W - A Phone.
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wake up..your 2 dollar dog sayin ya suk/
i dislike ya hate sparks, step aside dont fuk wit the art/
rap's fo rappers not homeless in bush hut's/
your cryin, make me laugh, i cut the phone lines so yo mum wont start/
but here goes ya baby i'll push ya trolley cart/
dont hate kuz you fake, this be a risky craft/
n/w woogsta's baby rattle
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LMFAO ^^
Lemme dig out, my old baby rattle/
For this, real fuckin crazy battle/
Ttakin it, and smashin this bitches head/
That b all it take, to leave his ass dead/
Cuz he got a weak forehead, more or less/
Last warnin, dont step to me, nuff stress.
N/W - Artits Baby Bib.