Nice Ge
Now this is how I terminate any issue/
I don't need a hitman to get you/
just some water and tissue/
send in Gs to kidnap my enimies
have their wrist strapped unitil they bleed/
streched out on a table not able to breath/
cause wet tissue over your face easily does the deed/
killem with tongs
Last edited by The Real Sizz; December 15th, 2003 at 06:01 PM
Pick up some tongs.....cant go wrong..
Cause when i start snapping ya wont last long..
Ill clamp ya eyes out, so you cant see ya death..
Got you on your knees saying "dont hurt me just yet"..
But ill hit you over the head so your skull cracks..
Spread ya skull apart, then take your brain and go "Smack!"..
Next Weapon: News paper
i stab niggas with rolled up newpapers/
more victims than a repeated prison escapist/
i can use it to break yo face, slit ur throat, or cut off ur erection/
cuz im lethal with the weather, and even the sports section/
im nasty wid it when i get my hands on the news tribune/
leave ur blood sprayed on ur body like polo perfume/
ill stuff it down ur throat n murder u by asfixiation/
serial killers idolize me more than they idolize jason/
the po-po catchin me is like tom catchin jerry/
after im done murderin everyone, i unroll my paper n read ur names in the obituaries/
lawn mower
I'm laying yo punk ass out like lawns/
and let the blades give you a fade when I squeeze palms/
aruond me punks don't stay calm/
cause It's the Lawnmower Man they see
on a killen spree at the crack of dawn/
let your brains spew over the honey dew/
Then I'm back in the house before it gets to sunny dude/
hitem with a squid
Ill go to the ocean to get a damn squid...
Hit you with it so hard it splits this mans lid..
Let its suction cups suck out ya fucking eyes..
And this is no lie...cause ya will soon fucking die..
Shove its tentacles down ya throat so you choke..
Theres no hope its no joke cause bitch ya just croaked..
Next Weapon: Skateboard
i walk my happy ass down to the skate park/
look for my lucky victom and stay sharp/ i see u/
you've been spotted by a grey car/ i roll up and skate hard/
you start to run but its too late, i got a great start/
jump off the board and tackle you/
grab my board, beat you down til i break it on the back of you/
grab the sharpest piece and start stabbin you/ i get another idea like " I gotta try this"/
grab the sawdust and rub it under youir eyelids/
splinter your eyes so bad , youll have blind kids/
steal your board and finish the session with some grindin/
.next....................cordless mic
Ram the mic into your brain, use it as a fucking drain//
your bound to go insane, when i take the part for pain//
Just place you for the mirror, prepare for mental fears//
you can't feel anything, watch me cut of both your ears//
I can do what i want, it looks like it just rained//
blood flowing everywhere, your unable to faint//
Make the flamethrower burn of all your fucking hair//
tied to the chair, i just laugh and leave you there//
~Lynch~
Next weapon: a Rat
Last edited by ~Lynch~; December 16th, 2003 at 07:56 AM
I'M A TAKE A RAT AND PLACE IT ON YOUR STOMACH/
PUT A METAL BIN OVER IT AND BEGIN HEAT IT UP/
AT FIRST THE RAT WILL MOVE ABOUT AND SQUEEL/
BUT ITS WHEN IT GOES SILENT THAT IT STARTS ITS MEAL/
IT CAN'T GO ANYWHERE - SO THE ONLY WAY OUT/
IS TO BORROW THROUGH YOUR BELLY BOUTTON - U'LL SCREAM N SHOUT/
IT WILL EAT AWAY AT YOUR LARGE INTESTINE/
PEOPLE THINK I'M NASTY - I AINT THAT MEAN/
JUST DONT FUCK WITH ME OR YOU'LL END UP DEAD/
AND I'LL NEVER GET CAUGHT COZ I'M A CORRUPT FED/
NEXT WEAPON: A WRENCH
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so a rats the weapon/ its come down to this thats depressing/
but i got a boy dowmtown stocked with weapons/
i met him through ,april o connar/ filmin a speacial on big turtles/
i say bobby "i need to see mr. splinter"/
bobby picks up the phone, "hes hear,....let him enter"/
i say masta i need a favor/i got troubles with neighbors/
feel like my lifes in danger/ can you help/
"yes", meet me by the point ,.....go stealth/
come alone and bring no-one but yo self/
so now we at the door/ heart pounding more/
splinter asks if im ready?/ and im not soundin sure/
ready lets go/ i kick in the font door/ ya whole fam jumps/
"Dont nobody move"aand "get your damn hands up"/
"thats him" i say ,while i point to the man who stands up/
pistol whip him dizzy incase he act tough/
the rats punches are leaving you sratched up/
plus he's got herpees and aids "that sucks"
lifted and german suplexed / i hear your back crunch/
ya spine slips out your neck/ lacerates the skin in diffrent segments/ your rolling around in pain, wondering where ya legs is/ bleeding to death/ soon to be breathless/
and the tool for the next death is..........................>DORITOS
I'm at the bus stop, munchin on a bag of Doritos
a chick comes up, she half black and Phillepino
she be like what flavor, hot and spicy
her mans in the corner and he does not like me
i said you besta check ya man or he'll get hit wit the rifey
so we book a room on the top floor in a high rollin casino
next weapon: glasses
I'm that bastered you see about to do a dastardly deed/
at Lens Crafters smiring Anthrax on all the glasses I see/
elinimate the four eyed race just leave they asses to me/
callin me a social path murdering masses who can't see/
it was my childhood, my mom wore glasses and made passes at me/
20/20 killer puttin cyanide on your lens while you're fast asleep/
killem with an Avatar
im bout to murder you wit an avatar not a sig//
aint really much to do with it aint big//
but theres one the you could be murded by//
michael jackson the one thats a dancin guy//
or maybe the canabis avvy that 1 sucks//
cannabis whack his fanss dont exist liek daffy duck//
Next Weapon:G-Unit SPinner Chain...
ScytsoPhrenia
CrazyDope
Put down the pebbles in my hand, climbed a ladder, put a brick right through your window.
"You're gonna hear me out." Yeah, hear me out on this!
...ooh i wanna comment on that cannibus sux thing...but eh..
G..G...G...G..G.G unit! spiner chain round ya neck
lloyd banx got a foot in your back hand on his tech
fifty pulls out the strap says lets see if you survive nine
hear the gun go Clack Banks just tore through your spine..
all them other niggas in jail so making Lp's is kinda hard..
thats why that jackin you for cash leaving the body on the boulevard..
Next Weapon: JackHammer
Last edited by Bounce; December 16th, 2003 at 08:08 PM
INSANE JOKA LYRICIST
nigga get off g-unit, and canibus' dick..
cuz they both wack as shit, cant stand em pricks/
gimme a jack hammer, lemme handle dis bitch..
make ya brains alotta more scrambled den vick/
im handlin a kid, easily, hammer in hand..
my movements be swifter den van damme man/
fuck u, yur mom, i'll chisel yall faces..
fo shizzle, fo rizzle, leave this fool faceless//
next.........Monkey wrench
..S to tha Dot.. I'm next to the top..
Ill kill ya with a monkey wrench...just twist ya neck..
Like it was bolt till you show me some fucking respect..
Keep twisting it around and around till i hear it crack..
Listen to you scream in pain, here ill just bare the facts..
Your gonna die...know why?..cause Imma rip ya neck off..
Lift up on the wrench till ya head just pops right off..
Next Weapon: A Brick
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