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ill pop-open..the can of viagra and laugh..
so ya wife stops-mopen..make ya take'em fast...
Shove the rest of the pills...down ya throat without care..
Making ya dick go pop..like a balloon with too much air..
Then bash ya over the head with the empty bottle..
and listen to you choke on the pills cause too many ya gobbled..
next weapon-- A Screw
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i dont need bats or chains im usin a screw/
hittin ya with it till ya face is blue/
twistin it to ya skull like a half frankenstein/
runnin to the cops.. you wouldnt make it in time/
u wear rolled on with a lil metal shred/
cuz next time i'll use the springs from a bed/
lol wack but w/e next weapon : computer speaker
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Ill wrap the cord...around ya neck, so ya choke...
swing the speakers around...you think this is a joke?...
Laugh as it gets tighter..around your neck...
Dont be a fighter..cause ya death is next...
And do i got to say this...any sweeter?..
Cause i killed you with one hit with the speaker..
Next weapon-- Milk
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1 percent 2 percent skim or even whole...
I'll take about 9 gallons of that shit and funnel it down your asshole...
With your mouth taped shut..
Plugged with your own fingers up your butt...
Kick you dead in the gutt....
and whatever leaks out undo the tape and feed it to you in a cup...
Hit you so hard in the chest with a bat...
The milk squeezes out thru the pores in your back....
Get smack for talking smack.
Learn to shut your trap or with duct tape I'll do that.
Be the fuck careful or get your ass kill't
End up with so many bones broke you be like,,,,,,
* * * * GOT MILK * * * *
Next weapon: A head lock.....
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put u in a head lock
now u startin 2 pop lock
i cracked youre neck till youre spine pops.
im spinnin ya head like it was a pop top.
in a fight a head lock is what gets it poppin
squeeze 2 tight
eyes r startin to see the light who knows
if i'll let go cuz i want u to die 2nite
next weapon: brass knuckles
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this bitch forgot to leave me something to kill him with/
well forget it, it doesnt matter ill use my fist/
this bitch tries to hit with brass knuckles, but missed/
for that bitch, ur on the top of my list/
expect to get murdered by a cold blood(murderer)/
cops finda body lying in cold mud/
i lerk to merk, to kill herbs/
i'll leave this next bitch with some crazed birds/
weapon:crazed birds
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wait til its pitch black, release the birds like hitchcock
dont matter if your shits cocked
these birds will murk your whole block
i'll stand on the corner with a devilish grin
orderin them to pick your eyes out
spit'm back up and do it again
im a murderous man livin in sin
the next weapon is a muthafukin sharks fin
next weapon: sharks fin
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Mad gangsta playa g's in 'DA' house son
Ur talking about killing people with a 'Sharks fin'
The whole concept of net battling leaves me laughing
I'm typing franticly and screaming MURDDDDDDDAHHH
i'm 'Da Illezt' at texting, 'Wit' hot flows 'dat' burnt ya
my fingers are clasped in the westside symbol
watching these 13 yr thugs popping fat red pimples
I kill big gangstas and leave their carkess smokin
i'm a real rapper, killing foo's when my voice aint broken
Now the next big THUG can kill sumone with determination
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_thug_
im watchin u slowly walkin down the street
you dont see me, im very quiet on my feet
i walk real slow, and now you can tell im near
i keep walkin tho, driven by the smell of your fear
i walk right by, and whisper somethin in your ear
you try to run, but the answers very clear
ill chase you down later when my boys get here
NEXT WEAPON: A SWITCHBLADE
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You aint neva seen anything like this...
Now Im pissed.. im hafta dismiss you with a deathkiss,
pass the fuckin blade.. you got me enraged..
I'll slice up your booty and spray it down wit RAID.
Your skills are weak n your rhymes are jaded
It's like me...blind after tha hundreth time i masturbated.
NEXT WEAPON: LIGHT SABER
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I'll hit you in the head with my pole 7 times..ll
leaving kids like 'domonose' falling in lines..ll
Leaving ya a$$ to face a death...ll
But the best hasen't come yet...ll
after this theres nothing left..lll
Next wepon-Your car
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nigga i'll throw u like a dart//
hop in my car and take it off PARK//
rush to da scene, have my wheels crushin ya splein//
now my rims have to be recleaned//
when ya down and bleeding guess who my wheels aim for?//
YOU! put a rock on the accelerator and jump out da door//
nex weapon=paper clip
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EDIT: ^ Sorry you must have posted when I was typing.
Ill get in my car...and start the engine...
Cause death...is what im sendin...
shut the door, and put the petal to the floor..
I hit you....and leave ya laying there all sore..
Put it in reverse...and let the tires run over ya head...
Hear ya bones crunch, then leave ya laying there dead...
next weapon-- A FootBall
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aiight... i used the football and shook y'all
put u on the gridiron, sauteed dick and cooked balls
rooks fall like im a king playin a chess game
ombre wit a nombre de3p, the best name
the rest came and i took em down one by one
got cruel and murderous so i say "run boy run..."
next weapon: trauma
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Cutastraphe didn't leave a damn weapon so i guess he's a herb..
I'll make him smoke so much of his shit he'll dissapear like a blurb..
Trapped in verbs he's wacker than herbs damn he's a net-nerd..
Trying to rhyme like birds lacking in vocab this mans obsurd..
Just a lyrical splurge, i mean check the battle he's disturbed..
I killed ya wit no weapons cuz i fucking killed ya wit words....
...Next Weapon..Picture Frame...
*edited Rhyming to Rhyme*