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Weapon: CD Player
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Weapon: CD Player
Switch to track 10 then peal back skin
When I get pissed cuz the shit skippin
Don't get it twisted
Your liver get's lifted
When I used a CD player to end your existence
For instance
When forensics arrives
I play like a bitch and say "Oh shit how'd he die???"
next weapon= chronic depression
Most rappers is into murder and takin ya wealth
but i'll spit holdin up a mirror when i diss so u hatin yourself
get u down like syndrome i can see the hate through ya eyes
when you look in the mirror and i see u plottin suicide
ima bully your bitch ass when i holla rhymes
throw you in a locker and make you renact columbine
then when you put the trigger to your head ask how you feelin black?
carlos his real name he'll lay in a real grave for being real wack
next weapon- a spoon
I'll catch you in the kitchen
And be sure that you'll be missin/
To make sure you can't get away I'll bust at the car you drove
And slide a spoon in yo throat while you standin in front of the stove/
Since I was a youngster in preschool smotherin youth
After you dead I'll run away wit the spoon like the plate in Mother Goose//CID
N/W- Remote Control
with the nine milla its a killa bazooka blastin Uzi Havin' Gangsta..
you nutin but wanksta tryna think you aint a Pranksta...Bitch!!!
betta switch that shit off saftey trick and get clips stuck in ya Click..
for messin with kids that Bitch about Bitches and riches..Steel left wit Stitches..
grenades Bombin.. throwin Knives leavin' bodies droppin.. throats Coughin..
Like red Robin.. i'll eat you.. treat yoiu Like a Women in the 50's.. Misstreat You..
Weapon homeboy?
weapon- intensity
ill back every punch up with intensity, to blast this punk intense_it_E
im insanly crazy, blazing this kat with bullets grazing his face instantly
none of his ryhmes add up, not even if u attempt to times it by a few
cause any evil that goes on in this world, all consequences go to u
cuz ur just u, and nothin can be done or said to make it any different
intensity is a strong word, strong enough to back any word i say
anything i say tends to dig a hole and drop this bitch in his own grave
the only time this bitch has ever spoke with intensity.....is in his sig
cuz hes spittin lies with word & intensity......that are makin me sick
weapon- ur skillz
Ok I gotcha...
It seems that this bitch wanna test my skills
This cats a fag his favorite food is testi-kills/
If he ever meet me face to face, he'll probably scream
He on my dick so tight, I bet he got my kids on his PC screen/
Yeah bitch; I am Intense
And everbody can't rap; just like hoppin a fence/
I bet you smoke rocks; that's why you're hyper active
I pop shots, and send this piper backwards/
You puttin me in a grave?
Naw bitch, you're afraid
I'll leave you in the woods somewhere slumped in a cave//CID
N/W- Battery Acid
Snapping emcees like alligators in Lake Placid
get yo ass kicked when I flip jurrasic
So fantastic sporatic like RB classics
Fuck around get smack with battery acid
wrapped in plastic and zip-locked by sick cops
I'ma be the king of Rb till this shit stops
next weapon= hot water
Damn somethings metalic should I let it settle
Or burn this bitches eye with hot water from a tea kettle
I think this is original so this killing deservers an ode
Boiling point has been reached, Stand back and watch her eyes explode
The glory of everything is that she didnt see it comin
She happened to be asleep when the tea kettle was hummin
Im playing with weapons Im bound to kill somethin
The water hit her face and she came up jumpin
Freestyle^^
Next Weapon: A Fly infested carcus
what da fuck is dat smell?~ smell like it somethin from a coffin
it smell like a body? ~but i don't come by dis offen
i can't believe i found it ~ da skin startin 2 soften
flies flyin around it~ da smell still got me coughin
~ why did jus leave here~ his face look like he laughin
~ was it perposley left there~ do i suppose 2 know what happned?
~i sware if da niga move a inch~ dem ima start lappin~
~cuz even in dawn of da dead~ da niggas was yappin~
~am i suppose 2 think like this?~ or am i overreactin~
~den why am i end da cypher~ and why am i a rappin~
next weapon- crossbow
yo can somebody rate how it was b4 dey continue? thanx homiez :thumbup:
Weapon:Crossbow
Contrary to the name, the crossbow dunt stop vampires
steaks to the heart or chuking witches into holy fires
My innocence and ignorance allow me to kill without remorse
why do sinnical amounts of inferances free my will to force...
My hand to strum the string of the instrument of death
As the arrow passes threw, a C note is made in a breath
Darting dareingly downward in a forty-five degree angle
Object to kill with maximum pain or to simulate a strangle
Poison tips are my favourite as the pain is drawn out
Inflicting the suffering of a thousand knives is what it's about
Next weapon: Dagger
Simplicity overrides my passion for excess.
A dagger, this normal knife thats fashioned with brasstresses.
I test it. Sticking the blade deep in your arm,
With the help of the ruler stuck in, to measure the harm.
Fuck it.. Release my grip and squeeze the blade..
My blood flows in, and gives you aids..
So, while ure frozen jus cos you finally noticed my cut.
I focused on ure spine, then drove the dagger straight through to guts.
..
Shit... This a bad way out, to die G.
Cos U paralyzed from the neck down with H. Eyyyyyyyye V.
Next weapon: Porno Mags
Damn it's a drag
I spend all day killing foreign fags
Imagine that with porno mags
Plastic bags harvest they carcase
I'm not a rapper or an emcee or an artist
as far as spittin go
I'm a muthafucking nypho kill you and yo kin folk
Next weapon= cold water
I drown a bunch of bitches in cold water
So they freeze and then i'll slaughter
they're organs and drink all the blood
since they frostbitten asses seal all the salt
Then drown they carcasses in cold water again
So they get the cold image through their skin
lol
Next Weapon = a car tire
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cold water is gonna be ya burnin wish when ur in flames like a barn fire,
see how many records u roll when i beat u to death wit car tire,
leave ya cerebelum engraved in da treads,
wont stop hittin till Firestones imprinted to ya head,
now dats gangsta give a whole new reason to spinners,
have u rollin like mary now mr. goodwrench done made me a sinner
weapon= keyboard
fuck shootin or spittin chrods i'll rip out ya throat with a keyboard
kill you whores n drown this weak fuck for comin to this board
yung face look like a dung faced laced with pcp like a cross of jimmi hendrix n macy grace
put you in ya past place in ya dads nutscak whatta disgrace
shove these letters down ya throat till you choke
you broke hope u croke
rip open ya brain put these letters n there make u learn ya abc's
stupid fuck tahts wat u get for fuckin wit me
I run from the police and yesterday I was caught
My reaction was to pull out sodium chloride a.k.a salt
Threw it in his eyes no surprise I'm still alive
This how I ride in oversized Karl Kani's
Fuck a bribe I hit the fan with the drama
If I can get you I get your man or ya mama
Think it's jokes till you laugh from a ditch
Crime pays that explains why I'm rich
Next weapon= cold water
why you use the same weapon twice?
o well
disrupt the vortex of wich you breath, choke on liquid n yea hart inexceeds
life givin out from with in your knees, still motion slow like the water speed
hear you cough n choke but no one else can define your sign of death
High whiel watching so instead of taking the heat, i planted the crytal meth
Walking from a public place with no trace while u lay still and people watch
no questions asked cuz all they saw was the grim take life on times watch
weapon: crystal meth
My favorite weapon of choice is the Crystal Meth
U get the choice of a needle or a line whatever u think is best
After i lay u to rest you'll see that i wasn't playin'
Elevate the bones outta ya body just to prove there was decayin'
Then after your layin limp i take the line that you sniffed
dump it back in the bag and go to the next victimised bitch
weapon=Dictionary
Check me out i got a vocab so huge
if i wrote it down on paper it would crush u dude
i got words u never heard of
im an ancient chi master
i got words to make ya heart beat faster
now watch me utter on mo out my killer dictionary
and youll be kickin it with hitler in hell playin pictionary
n/w baby food
I'll take the carrot flava and i'll put in ya ear
Then i'll take the apple and shove it up ya ass like your queer
Then it'll take a third bottle to smash you over the cranium
before the scene turns into baby food heaven mania
The next thing i do i suffocate you wit flavor of vegetables
I bet you won't dare to get up after i dump that load
n/w Michael Jacksons One Glove
Fuck it.... this website ain't got no love
Rap about drugs and hot hollow slugs
No we not model thugs
Internet gangstas????
Pull out MJ's glove in your own blood I'll paint ya
A power ranger!
but not red, blue or black
Pull out the king of pop's glove then you get pimp-smacked
next weapon= a million dollars( to fund an arsenal of weapons)
i spit so much fire u might think my saliva might be flammable
and my words is so big it can't be apprehensible
i perfer to use the 16 shots of the nine milli ruger
unstoppable killing machine with the tatics to go in ur dream like freddy kreuger
they say vendetta is best solved with berratta
nightcrawlers run up on em and put a hole in the windshield in the jetta
and i dont have to have a ax to chop u into pieces and eat u
and i spit so many sick lines that u might think that i caught the flu
Weapon - Suicide.
I'll spit these punches so hard, u'll cry/
Go home that nite and, u'll die/
Takin ur life wit ur nine/
I aint even gotta commit a crime/
Jus spit these hard rhymes/
Break ur mind then ur spirit/
U can put yo fingers in yo ear but u know u hear it/
Jus target weak points till ur hurtin/
Can tell its certain/
That tonite son ur contemplatin suicide!
Next Weapon - A Bag Of Weed
Watch me slang these dubs,
Im sellin that killer bud
Shhh they dont know i mean literaly
It looks like its packed with that THC
But nigga that aint no sticky green
Thats straight oregano with that demon seed
Laced with heron and rat poison
These rookie niggas mouths is moistend
They cant wait to hit it
They breath deep as fuck
Gimmie 20 minuets and theyll be pushing daises up
Next weapon - A boobie , hehehe boobie
ill get some double D plastic tittes and pound you to death,
till i see that theres no original skin colour left,
with nipples like glass they'll pop your eyes
this girl dont mind me using her tits, she wants you to die
you think its nice when shes got her tits in your face,
but shes just filling you up with milk till you blow up an leave no trace
this woman with her plastic tits is deciding your fate,
hitting you for 6 while causing a earthquake,
who would of thought that 1 of the best female bodyparts would now be your worst,
the morge will never be able to clear those black eyes before putting you in a hurst.
Weapon: TV remote comtrol
Don't piss me off while i'm watchin the T.V.
I'll take the remote n stab u like it's a T.B.
Believe me it's possible and just might work
if not i can just slap you till it starts to hurt
Until your merked or at least till u bleedin
That's what you get for talkin durin football preseason
n/w=Morroccas
everybody make room for the next chief rocka; damn it
I'll be on Unsolved Mesteries, as the Morrocca bandit/
Known to police as "Damn it, we can't catch 'em"
I'll bury you bones and tell the dog to go fetch em'/
I'm guarnteed to leave you in I.C.U
I'll put you eyes in my morroccas, so eye see you//
N/W-Broom
Dont provoke me cuz im sick to the mind
Ill shove a broom far up ya ass an have ur teeth on a grind
Straighten your spine, for the first time u can say u dont have gay in ur lines
So discrete there wont be a sign, Ill cut off your head an have u spasmatically performin a mime(chickens spas after bein decapitated)
Mold u to my design, cut off ur limbs an sqeeze into sores juices of limes
Then ride your dyin carcass an claim ur a lemon of rhymes
n/w - karaoke machine
i know it doesn't appear like a weapon at sight
it will once a put akon's high pitched voice on the mic :laugh:
and i can take the mic and spin it around at 360
then it will crack ya puples and make ya eyes all misty
poor water on it and arson the place
wires leadin to towers, now i spark parts of the state
n/w : deception
yeah bitch follow me to a deep dark section/
when i bust you in tha head with a blow dont be suprised by ma deception/
you my only conection to tha murdda/
me lettin you live u know its un~heard~of/
i know i told you we was in it together/
but look at this weather(bad time) sorry but say hi to tha berreta im doin ya a favor it will be better/
I guess the next weapon is a bad flow, cos that's all you bring/
I wanna kill you more then the guy that made Em sing/
I'd probably still tear your ass to pieces with my gran's bling bling/
an old ring from a legacy, I'll kill you with the rust/
you'll fo sho be embarresed, especially cos I'm dutch/
and I didn't even needed the next weapon/
and that's a knife nor a gun/
I won't get killed by the next noob, brutal like dirty harry (how do you spell that shit?)/
cos the next weapon will be a dutch-english dictionary/
Man fuck a dictionary, Diablo you a bastard
Cause the only Dutch I fucks wit is DutchMasters/
But I'll take the dictionary and just....
.....Smack his ass around wit it tell he be in the index/
But if that ain't ill enough I'ma use the skills I've taken up
Rip a page out, grab by both sides, and kill you wit a paper cut//CID
N/W- Tire Iron
intense_it_e intents to defent diablo the MC//
wit a dictionary?//
that scared me so i grabed the iron tire thingy//
like we was playin checkers "king me"//
or ill jumped u like a pawn in chest//
take ur tire iron right off ur lex n plant it in ur chest//
now you rest..in peace/
let get original and make the next weapon the peice/
N/W- fo'five (gun)
Yo i b layin low durin day, then creepin at night-fall/
Grippin tha four five time to sur-vive, slugs fo' my-rival/
16 in my clip and 1 in the hole/
That b da winnin factor to achieve my goal/
To holla points in yo face, 17 in this particular case/
U amount to shit, bitch, so to do this is a bit of a waste/
But u asked for it, so now u gon get served/
Leavin ya ass cremated, cuz the heat left u burnt/
Creepin back at sun up wit another murder on my mind/
So next weapon? A jammed nine.
N/W - A jammed up nine millimetre
i jus got burned wit the fo'five and die//
but now im rencarneted and on woogstaz bad side//
i rose from the dead like jesus did but i aint got god's gift*//
i aint dat wack..but i rolld up to woogstas spot//
pulled out my nine and shot shot shot//
nuttin but the air rang//
gettin chase by a whole gang..wit fuckin jammed up nine//
u can can it bad time..but i called it a sign//
so i hit a U-turn killed the whole gang wit my whip//
then i got out n realize woogsta was walkin wit a limp//
so i grab my nine again..reacted to quick//
reached back likea pimp n pistol whipped a bitch//
N.Y.N.I.O
my bad fogot N/W- broom stick
my ass was laid to rest/
but yo im back to smack dakore in da chest/
wit my broom, then watch him fall back/
only sounds b "zoom" thru da air....then da broom makin contact "smack"/
hittin dakore in da melon/
watchin his skull crack and his cerebellum/
fall out on da flo, now hes twitchin/
how much mo?, each strike aint missin/
smackin this hoe twice more then left/
the bitch is dead, left wit out his muthafuckin head.
n/w : a bottle
yo dakore...i like ur sick rhymes dogg... :thumbup: 1