Weapon Cypher

[BluMami]

i dont give a fuck about search Bars, ill use it as weapon/
to scroll down my verse and the shyt thatz been happ-Non, (Happening')//
killed this dude above me with a word typed in/
yall can know that the "golden child" is gonna get merked-N//
a www.shytty.com site done showed up/
when i put "Game Over" in the BAr, you'll see the hour glass show up//
another so-called bytch with the "Golden Hands"/
U aint blingin' like Midas, u typin' novels? im like Damn ..?//
www.GoldenChild'sDead.org/
this dude is finished, obviously yo shyt can't be posted up anymore//

Next Weapon: A Record Deal

[The Real Sizz]

Sign on the dotted line and sign your life away/
Now i got the "Power of Attorny"/
and your life is the price you pay/
i got you publishing in a head lock/
court aint shit I got the jury dead lock/
now you apart of my flock/
condemed to contactually die from sell shock/
and can't recoupe so I'm repossesing you coupe/
and leaving you with nothing but memories/
of after parties, childs support, and a time of misory/
and no hope now your life's dope literally/
Now your just another story like Tom Sawyer/
O.Ded of crack
Don't blame me, you should have gotten a lawyer/

mamma jokes

[golden_child]

to hot to call fire im tellin you that,
i got what most rappers lack that intelegent rap,
ill tell a moma joke and then ill havta step on a crack,
so better watch your step cause dawg ill be breakin ya back,
with the bat so dont think the only violence i got is tellin you crap,
thats that, end it like your mother seems dumb,
she thought a qb on a football team was a refund,
ill be the one to refund a death to a killa's son,
give you multiple heart attacks and its just joke #1.

a torcher chair.

[BluMami]

damn u again ?

im placin' "torture"on the golden child while he sittin' in the "chair"/
dude gettin' sexually harrassed and shyt,and pistol whipped while he sittin' there//
blood oozin' out like a leaky faucet/
this dude sweat runnin' dry, and i know he is exhausted//
grand finale , i put a halo of bulbs on head, then hit the switch/
then watched his body lit up like them houses on christmas//

Next Weapon: A TAMPON !!!

[golden_child]

LOL.*snatched the mic out of blue mamis hand*"i feel like we bobby and whitney the way this creak heads about to get beat"

uh yo i got shit coverd like maxi pads, get the glade wrape put them both in the bag,
grab the whole box of tampons cause its gona be "blast",
remind you every month like this cause its not gona be the last,
feel my wrate ill have you takin a bath in your own blood,
you think she was a nose the way she got "poked" up,
she tryed to warn me that her tampon was already soked up,
had her fuckin a rusty pipe thinkin its me aint that fucked up.

next wepon.......the power to turn into all metal.

[Diallo]

I got the power to turn into a full metal jacket but, not a hollow head
I'm blazin up the path bitch try to follow and as good as dead
blast through this cat like neutron bombs through warm rubber
I'm actually all steel for real a weapon more lethal than gibson n glover
destroyin all methods of your protection destructin ya cover

next weapon....a polo shirt

[Mistral]

I'll take off my shirt and whip you with my polo shirt...
Should have brought a army cause going solo hurts...
Leave welt marks across your body till you bleed in pain...
And if I get caught all I got to really do is plead insane...
Then wrap the shirt around ya neck and strangle you...
Hang you up let hang man and jut leave you to dangle too...

Next Weapon: Arm Curl Bar

[golden_child]

ill take a arm curl bar and place it under your chin,
while my dawgs run in and stomp the life out yah men,
then i get acouple more and i hand them to you,
cause you cane have all of them in the world still aint touchin me dude,
instead you touchin hospital food for actin so rude,
you get the clue??? cause in this game you know how i would murder fools,
get a arm curl bar in the lobby and just wait for you,
have you knocked out and acing to, there was alout you went through,
time to repent sin and all you have heavy on your heart,
cause this is the end of your life, but a new hell will start.

next wepon.........microwave.

[Diallo]

I'm disassemblin microwaves n removin the atomizers
plugin the micro chips to gun powder, c4 and fertilizer
placin it back in and let you set the time for explosion
first blast is the gun powder n acid now ya skin errodin
ya blinded by the light and flesh meltin off your face
oops it beeped again now c4 n fertilizer on the case
aint no escapin now the plot was set and got duked
should've cooked on the stove top an you wouldn't've got nuked...

next weapon...a toothbrush

[~KeMiKaL%WzA~]

Im-a kick-in Ya bellY Kid gettIN rid OF ya Fools RUsh,
Re clean ya visioN by rippin OPen ya EYE Lids AND forciNG-IN a Tooth BRush,
slap ya around NOt to MUCh, just makIN sure U fool Remain amusinGly HUsh,
dialOO my ass, FUck dis KID he confusinG, da methods u Using
StILL fuckin Dull BoriNG and un-brusing,
call ME daddy Im-a clean da streets wid ya we can Go sun-cruising

next weapON: a FLOwer

[Figure]

Rippin this dandy, i'll scantly, Flip pansies,
And deploy like ninja stars from my hand, I plan blandly.
To kill Kemikal with posies that i picked for a crush
Split by quick equipped punches locked with a rose thats been mushed.
Sticking your forehead with thorns, and floor u dead with em spores.
Like dawning scores, Im just beginning, see what the morning implores?
So to start with it all, I'll pick these flower from beds,
And plan the rest of the day, how Ima stick em deep in your head..

next weapon: chicken mcnugget

[BluMami]

as i watch ya die off a chicken mcNugget/
u probably was eatin' MICKEY D's while u was typin ya post fagget//
choking off the other white meat,so obsolete/
i "Figure" he should of had enough sense, but the dude aint really eleet//
dragged his body towards the back of the resturant, all dead and gone/
it's a shame that chicken took his life, he died because it was'nt well done //

Next Weapon: a Grenade

[~KeMiKaL%WzA~]

Livin 2 lives Fuck da Ego's fulla LIez I rip YA torso And detonate ya DEMise,
ya keep fallIN wid Un matchiN syllables BUt mY spits Rize High detorizIN ya Eyez,
i dunt fuck wid da MC nugget Bitch I been born Raw ruff n Rugged,
I scatter ya remains on da floor and look for Good Unwackness n decide IF i can MUg-it
now Nuff Games leMme show ya IM-a fed UP renegade,
fulla rage when I force feed ya 101 harcore greneades,
rippin OUt ya flesh internal ecapin Blades In carBon dioxide States,
tryin-a escape ya wack ass body but Remained Trapped 2 Rip n desecrate ya hopless FATE


weapon:200 K.g DUmbell

[$pitacular]

grab my dumb-bell and smash ya thumb-nail... crack ya skull
feed you, stomp ya intestines out... then smash ya entrails while full
plus bust ya throat, crush ya esophagus... you just soft I guess
hard to tell whats left... when your frail body's fuckin squashed to mess
I'm on target.... with that big ugly head of yours, it's hard to miss
smashed ya own chest, musta practiced liftin weights wit retarded kids

next weapon... Scalpel

[Bounce]

Like a surgeon when inficting tramatic incisions
Skill'd and percise my scalpel's everything nice
A stianless steel razor edged tool of blood spill
Sliced through countless n00bs-N-entire crews
Leave the scene looking like a Tarentino flick
Sick images of rap scrimages ending N bloodbath
Extreme gore emplored to whore this poor chap
My scalpel'd spitz slice thru witz N crainal flack
Matter of fact... No amount of shock can bring
This kids value back...


Next weapon: Taco bell hot sauce