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Weapon: Pork rinds
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Weapon: Pork rinds
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Fuck~Tha~Slow~Rhymes I'll Murda~Ya With 'Pork~Rinds',
Then 'Throw~Ya~Out~This~Bitch', Whatever 'You~Keeps', You 'Finds',
I'm 'Bouncin'~On~This~Bounce~Bitch', Chew~Ya~Like~'Rinds' ...
... Fuck 'Beef', This~Pork~Plan's~Got~No~Hitch,
I 'Slaughter' Men, 'Fill~Ya~With~Pork' You Gon' Need An 'As~Perin',
Eat~Ya~Pork, It Gets Ya 'Strong~And~Masculine'.
lol fuck bounce, thanks alot for the weapon :P
Next weapon: A 2-by-4
*snatches 2 by 4*
splinters out the ying yang, like a vampires fang/ stab ya in the throat watch ya choke on yo own blood, splinta's rockin the boat no where ta float im the one havin fun, but you got the gun/ so take it like a man, pussy snitch your on high demand/ so i turned around surprised him right fast, now he's dead placed in the past, at last/ i walk on the time of deceased, while your time for death has drasically increased.....
next weapon.......a mic
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im beating u with this mic, making ya mind feel complex
iv proly beatin u enough, but heres a beaten in text
this is just an easier beatin that u can read
now im puttin the mic to the speaker...........
....................to watch your ears bleed
we've used this weapon enough in here
so heres a punch to ya ego, that u cant hear
wuts the deal with the mixs in all ya punk asses names
basketball or rap, IN NIETHER one ull take the fame
nest weapon: A MixTape.....LoL
Mix these beats scritch and scratch loud through the headphones/
I make ladies get out they seats and dancin bouncin hormones/
I make all the whores get up and start to moan/
Get the beats movin faster makin louder tones/
Record by record on mixtapes with a bunch of freestyles/
Every rapper lacks wackness can keep me on top awhile/
Play it through the speakers i never get weaker cause i aint a sleeper/
Mixtapes playin on every hip hop radio showin my style is tougher/
i do disses and beef along with some underground/
mixin every tape left reaching my peak I am bound to have found/
next weapon: chainsaw
Last edited by 2hot2handle; May 23rd, 2004 at 12:46 AM Reason: spelling, weapon
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"I look to a day when people will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character."
- Martin Luther King Jr.
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View this from last year^
i pick up the fuckin chainsaw...im bout to rip this cat in a scandal
but all of a sudden what...?
...its to damn hot to handle
drop my sandals...put my hands in 'em, ive gone to far to go back
now i pull the chord to start...
...but now my shits all jacked
i smack it against the wall, its stalls, but then it started to crawl
now im fuckin ready bitch...
..as i slash and watch you fall
its the end of the brawl...ur deceased, so i stop and start to cease
and turn around and leave
...with ur ass smashed in peices
next weapon - headphones
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not much diiferent than a mic.......ill still kill u
turning up the volume, bleeding on ya own crew
the music i chose was the shit ur crew spits
pandora's box......DAMN! iv drop better shits.
when i was torching u with ya own fuckin music
the speakers broke, i guess those couldnt stand it
thats pretty bad when ya headphones had enough
i suppose ya raps are every and in between too rough
i dont know wut that shit was, but its somethin
nest weapon: ya letter keys on ya keyboard
I K-I-L-L Y-O-U, if you can't read I'll put put the letters to ya face
you a "BOLD" cat, i throw you off "the upper-case"
have you runnin like a race. i know you aint serious
i'll leave you in a "coma"(comma), havin you "miss your period"
im lethal with words, whether i spit or type
with the "keyboard letters", i can "delete" your life
next weapon: pencil
Dont come after me or my pencil shames ya...
Write your death in stone right here in pennsylvania...
Draw dots all over your body and play a game...
Connect them and peel ya flesh off, its the way to play...
Take the pencil and shove it up your nose too...
Stab you in the brain because i cant think what else to do...
lol
Next Weapon: A Fan
I'll take "Credz the man" and make him "Credz the shredz" with a fan,
With blades the size of everglades, choppin' you up into strands//
So now you're tryin' to fight back, but all you got is a stub,
I'll tie you up and plug-in-the-fan and drop you both in the tub//
Electrocution execution zaps the life out ya man,
Reincarnate and read this post, and you'll come back as my fan...
Next weapon: A steel pipe.
Pick up the pipe and tap it in my hand steady to strike...
Clobber you over the head so your not ready to fight...
Leave indents in your skull so big it looks like a vert ramp...
I know its gotta hurt man..but..stay down in the dirt! BAM...
Take one final swing at you, cause your just a whack dude...
And judging by your record you just lost your life, thats a fact too...
Next Weapon- String
you aint gotta be scared, as far as thugs go////
when your slugs blow..........
im behind you with a piece of string that jams your blood flow///
like a plugged nose, you cant breathe like restricting your breath///
slipping to death, strangled by a rope of fabric constricting your neck///
gripping your head, i pull harder and tightin the de-caputation///
your funny faces turn blue....before your domes amputated.
next weap::::: bug spray
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"I rap like no one out there can fuck with me"
i gave you honest feed, so be honest with me
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Soaked in honey from Herb-b's...shit even rascals shit is richer
ants marchin up the mound...but where still ganna need a picher
Clit licker's and spiders, shit lickin flies when its runny
shit, high quality Bug's spray...funny, it even kills Bunny
so many wack in-sects are in LLL...sub-par, its where thugs play
tired of these net-thugs...ga head and throw me some bug spray
next weapon: sawing iron
Last edited by Blitzkrieger; May 24th, 2004 at 09:59 PM
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Not Sure What You Mean But I'll Just Go With A Saw lol
Open Up The Tool Shed And Rummage For The Saw...
Tie Your Ass Down And Make Sure Its Not Dull...
Firstly Cut Off Your Legs With Ease, Nice And Slow...
Hearing The Bone Crunch Under The Saw As I Stoke...
Continue To Saw Off Body Parts Till Your Left With...
Nothing But Blood And Guts...Sorry You Had To Accept This...
Next Weapon- Scissors
ok kid, i dont think ur fully comprehending Credz
with these scissors u gave me, i be snippin off heads
but i wont just cut ya head FIRST, i will corrupt ya vision
and then ill go back over ur head for one final revision
then its time to behead this bitch, leavin him with twitches
not any cut like this will ever be able to be re-stitched
so 'Moderator' hows it feel watching from heaven or hell....
watching as ya body is hangin upside down.............
...............on ya home town church bell
damnit forgot it again, next weapon: Church Bell
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