You lying there, badly bruised and slowly dying
And all the locals talking about a nearby lightning sighting
Icicle
You lying there, badly bruised and slowly dying
And all the locals talking about a nearby lightning sighting
Icicle
The snowy floor covered in blood, i have no remorse
and ofcourse i used the icicle through his throught with force
Weapon:
Hip Hop
~ Evil R i s e ~
how the fuck am i supposed to kill someone with hip hop
whatever ill try it
got sub woofers so loud they leave you dead
shove you in em and watch the beat explode your head
weapon:
a my little pony doll
I waited in her closet watchin her play and laugh
Then i jumped opposite, and put cheesemans pony doll up her ass
Weapon
Hair Straighteners
~ Evil R i s e ~
snuck in ya girls room threw the window, while she was gettin ready ta leave
grabed the hair straightener and stuck it to her neck and watched it burn deep
used condom
Most Dope
I get it in with this chick, snatched off the condom
Blew off on her face, you would think i bomb'd them
Place the Used condom inside of her purse
That way when she gets to her husband... he can realize the worst
This chick has been cheating, how else did it get there?
Didn't think he would just let it sit there
He talked to his wife, for about 3 hours
Leaves the house, and the wife jumps in the shower
I enter the home, and place underwear thats not hers
In his suitcase under a bunch of numbers
Than he runs to his car, to find another used rubber
And from that day on, that dude just didn't love her
Next Weapon: A grain of dirt
Bringing pain and hurt, stain ya shirt after you choke on a grain of dirt
see that's all I needed cuz your so fucking weak
next time i'll fill your mouth up so you cant even fucking speak
nxt weapon:
computer screen
do you choose to bleed? ill punch you till your a toothless feind
you got no balls like nutered queen
a stupid useless being, im used to seing, you faggots in love like cupids dreams
and if you could see, im like a ruthless scene, in a snuff flick displayed on your computer's screen!
Weapon:
The devils horns
you aint bad, but i guess since you been sent to hail,
them devil horns will make your hart burn now as well
i punture woond you tell you screen and the horn has a bloody drip
tell your eyes are tourn i merk you wit them devilish horns
wepon:
summery sowrd
samurai?
open the door to the black smith and a particular blade catches my eye quick
its almost blinding to look at it when the light shines i close my eyes when the
reflection of the sun glares and hurts my sight i walk up to the blade protectin
my eyes with my hands, grab it off the shelf & in my mind i see flash backs like
if i was a samurai hundreds of years ago in japan my visions blackens my memory
is blurred next thing i know i wake up on top of a pile of so many dead niggas you
can fill a cemetary with, i guess a buncha niggas that put faith in what they heard
blow torch
the sun
ill take all you fuckers and throw you in the sun
chain you to a rocket so you cant run
i never play on the level
i cheat the fuckin devil
never carin bout the consequence
destroyin all the evidence
when i shoot i dont care where the bullets went
i hold all of truth to always remain self evident
i get blazed and blast rounds into the audience
i display powers like clairvoyance and clairaudience
i pity fools who arent really catching onto this
if i could , you know, id send them a monolith
to speed up the race to reaching the point of sentience
never ask for any aquiesence
i rebel against all forms of authority
and the idea of a moral majority
the need for freedom has to stay number one
send these bastards on a rocket to the sun
you rap like ibeastout votes
niggas not followin directions. i'll use the sun as well nd then give a new weapon
i'm an ambitious dude. wanted to stay outta jail nd got acquitted
nd the star i'm shooting for is about to have your face imprinted in it
weapon: cereal bowl
your all queer and your old, you represent the fear of the cold
destroyed your house of cards without hearing em fold
cut your throat your found face down in your cereal bowl
weapon: Your own intestine
dude we can start the drama. peeps kno that i mangle fools
whether it's small or large i'll pull out my own intestines just to strangle you
butter knife
ok i fucked up i see that now, but ill fix it
stick a butter knife in your head and kick it
pop open your muthafuckin brain box
so i could let it out like a jack in the box
cheese grater
you rap like ibeastout votes
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