Weapons Cypher

[Diallo]

this cat looking to get crucified like he was jesus christ
I'll lay the cross down and nail you to it in the middle of the night
die slow and may your sould take flight,the pain you gotta fight
imagine that. I bet you shakin in fright cause I'm takin ya life
say ya name in vain leavin ya frame in pain when it gets twisted
I ain't nailing you upright cause nigga I"m too sadistic
put the cross right side up and then nigga I twist it and flip it
so you upside down the blood rushing into ya head
til you bleed out of ya mouth, nose and ears and then nigga you dead

Next Weapon: laffy taffy sticks

[HYPER-ACTYVE]

imma criss cross this kat, with ma cross/
let me tell ya, the cross is nothing to toss/
powering the lord above/
gettin ready to push and shove/
kats like u, who are kursed/
well im reversed kursed ready to disperse/
fake mc's with this powered cross i hold/
im proly repeaten wut the "bible" has already told/
"bitch ass, quit this rap game,/
cause with u in it, it aint never been the same"/

weapon- Ya "teef"

My fault, i must have been typing, but use the same weapon.

[Jo-JO]

With my teeth I bite and my canines I quick stab you
Cavities in my molars and powerd by solar light beams that hit are few
I hang my head back demonized with teeth powering thru
Vampire on the block with thoughts of evil dracula
Ill drain the blood and scrap the rest w/ rubber spatula
Your dead your gone and time continues on for the immortal one
I fed im thru wit thougts of you and ill kill your Amityvill family to

Weapon: Possesion

[D.U.]

possession 9/10th's of the law, enuff to make u lose a inch off yo jaw,
turn this pussy jo-jo 2 nuthin but blood drenchin the walls/
b/c of the length of my claws, yo spine i clench w/ my paws,
and rip yo spine out and leave a trench from yo balls/
on up to yo medulla, its sumthin yo wife vision and saw,
and the terrible stench in the car, the only thing she mention at all/


wrong side of the hammer: next weapon

[Jo-JO]

In your ear i smash it into your tempural lobe i rupture it
Now your not seeing shit but the skill that's two bit
Walk up to saint Peter but he dont remember you neither
With the blood loss checkin if you in shock with a cold fever
I ruptured your brain and left a stain on your played out name
Through crazy death you reach superstar fame and still it's lame
Hit with the handle weren't worth the right side of the tool
Now your crying like a newb at birth hows it feel to look like a fool

NEXT WEAPON: OXYGEN DEPRIVATION

[Haywood Jewblomi]

my weapon of choice appears to be oxygen depravation....
guess this'll be a chance to show my obtuse aberation,
how am i gonna do it? with a bag and some string,
put the bag over you're head then as i start to begin,
theirein lie's my rather blatent methodolgy,
cos with a bag on you're head, you're gonna suffocate most horribly,
most probably my next move would by to tie it on with the cord,
before using more to tie you down to a helpful skirting board,
given four minutes, you're gonna be lying dead on the floor,
ready for the next dude to kill with the aid of a paramour,

next weapon: paramour (basically a high class prostitute)

[HYPER-ACTYVE]

ok, shut the fuck before i sick my paramour/
she a stankin bitch, and dont have much to loose.....because shes a whore/
a "high class" whore that is/
ready to piss on ya diss/
and when ya dead after the disordely beaten,/
that u just got done recieve/
best believen, that she'll take everything ya got/
like ya money and ya stashed half ounce pot/
expect to loose alot, u fucking faggot u/
expect to get slapped around by the pussy so loose/
excuse the bitch for actin in violence/
thats just how she acts when she aint hearin silence/(meanin, she cant stand when ya rap, so shut the fuck up)

weapon: silence........ thought i see if people could rap with that

[Unwritten Hazard]

bring your mic, cause i bust out with silence///
keep my mouth shut, till u drowned in your own spit like pirates///
raw violence, give sound waves apperance, till it glows ultra-violet///
dont try it, im part of the deadly alliance//
that uses black science to battle Osiris///
freestyle iron giants,then make a beat with their eye-lids//
i eat kids in my diets, intentionally///
im mentally exceptionaly perfect with all forms of WEAPONRY


next weapon: lighting bolts

[lilrenegade89]

i come so fast u gunna call me colt
ill shock ur ass w/ fuckin this lightning bolt
this bolt blast n blow up unbelivably
im killin hazzard case he started decivin me
y the fuck did u commet treson g
scratch the g make it a b
b for bolt or b for bitch
iter way lil bitch
struck by litening layin in da ditch


wep horse shoe

[villagepimp]

Renegade, Imma toss this Horse shoe and ya know I'm a 'dead ringer'/
Let it roll around ya neck and fuck ya disrespect It'll take off ya head and let it linger/
Man your rhymes are slow, Your so white they call you snow, Maybe your ass is an R&B singer/
I'll take this horse shoe and beat you to death, You'll be bruisin' and bleedin' when ya take ya last breath/
You know that I constantly break the rules, So I can straight up murder you with shit they put on Mules/
I from Missouri this is the shit we use, I rack up points with these shoes in ones and twos/
I might just hook one on too your body parts, I'll take my time lil and take you apart/
You'll loose so much blood you'll top the charts, cuz you know you can't do it when your rhyme start/

[JiXi]

Dam Village...Lol, Keep it going..whats the next weapon.

[realest G]

hahaha trusay keep it going

[BluMami]

aight no weapon left behind, i choose a javalen for V-Dude/
u-villiagepimp and all the other peeps thats underneath you//
by me throwin that into ya chest, every organ cave in/
death threatinin' towards you,while u turnin blue and suffocatin'//
seein the blood gashin' out on the ground/
the next weapon for the next round will be "Crusty the Clown"//

weapon:"Crusty the Clown"

[cruelintentionz]

im a psychopathic killer, evilicious with no time to waste/
so when i kill you with a fuckin clown, i leave a big smile on your face/ have you laughin in pain until blood busts out of your mouth, fuck a gun/ cuz im takin ya ass down with krusty the clown/ this is where the term "side splitting laughter" originated, from a fucking psycho maniac who'll leave you rotting and disenegrated/ i'd like to stab u longer but wait, its time to go/
so ima go murder ya crew with my motherfucking microphone/

weapon: microphone

[BluMami]

as i touch the microphone, every body on the site be placed on hold/
verbally when i flow in text, a virus will hack ya brains, and explode//
burning metal is my specialty meltin the chrome off the mic/
cruelintentions get cut up in his grill, while the mic is takin' his life//
R-I-P...lyrically deceased, and the rest laid deep/
the next person who wanna kill me? will have to wit a lb(pound) of Meat//

weapon:lb(pound) of Meat
and get yall minds out the gutta!.....