ayo im up on stage wit the blankpage showin u it aint prewritten//
i didn tell to i got the mic in hand//
ready to defend my title light shinen bright//
but im iight cuz ima rip you to death lyrically//
kill niggaz in real life aint where my plans will be//
jump on stages and let the crowd see murder in the first degree//
N/W- ice
Fuck conventional methods to take a life/
I'll set my arsenal of weapons down...and pick up a bucket off ice/
This gon b suffice to sacrifice/
Yo existence in this world, dakore showin no resistance/
Against me, and if he is i aint seeing it in his weak rap, for instance/
His rap bout america, none of that shit rhymed/
So no point usin this ice to freeze yo mind/
Cuz it done been already frozen, that'll explain the lack of hot shit/
Dakore i cock back guns...where as u cock back dick/
Smashin u down, and emptyin this bucket of ice in ya mouth/
So ur tongue freeze n u stop rappin...cuz no one here understands...wtf ur on about/
N/W: A Stone
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On Vacation, Bitches.
woogsta? what the fuck that mean//
get off my dick ya adiccet like a feen//
as for the america story//
drop it dawg its startin to bore me//
i been in this game bout 48 hours and countin//
now every1 is countin on me to retire you//
so i went back to the stone age to see what i could do//
i found the biggest stone they got//
damn my lryics are so hot//
i aint have to kill you..you suicidal dawg..
droppin my rock onto ur spot trapin u in to rot/
come back at me? heres ur dead wish sign next to the dot//
N/W- Clithrophobia
Was walkin down this place, But u were blockin the pass
So I used a stone from the ground, so u say Im 'rockin ure ass'
Faggot, ure body exposed to the swarms of em maggots,
that crawl on the ground, Stone ure throat, jus so ud fall wit a sound.
U think this is a game, aiite, so U open ure mouth,
And start rappin, But nothing but blood seems to Flow out.
Grabbed the Stone once more, repeatedly hittin this whore.
Aimed at his 'head' "1... 2...... 3" for splittin his "fore".
Killed him before, But he jus keeps coming back for it more..
Aiite.. So his voice has been dimmd by throat shots, lowerin treble.
HardHeaded fucks, got my stone shots down to their pebbles..
Im bored...
next weapon : Morning after pill. Lols
Yo figure...on da rap scale i got a 'figure' for you son/
1...or 1 and a half...i'll let u choose one/
That said, not gon diss u/
Could kill u wit slugs but they mite miss u/
So instead imma put 3 boxes of morning after pills in a cup/
Fill it up wit vodka...this should fuck wit the hormones in ya nut/
Thats if u do got, anymore left after them sex changin pills/
This whole fuckin rap is fucked...cuz i aint know...how morning after pills can kill/
Lol, fuck it, was a try.
Next Weapon - a Condom
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On Vacation, Bitches.
lmfao, tryin to shoot, but wit no accuracy dude!
what u tryin to do, when u lackin talent to boot?
Lookin at u, An Mc more eaten than fresh-made Wontons.
And ure verse, thats Sooo fucked, itd connotate a Condom. ..
So I was left rubber as weapon by this new cat
Lackin ideas I guess , but God knows he'll never use that.
So I blew past, and stretched the Condom wide to fit.
His head, this knuckleface Muffucka let em slide and shit
Over his face, past the nape and strangle him dead to the floor..
Leavin his corpse more whored and further mangled than dakore
no hate, all fun! Lols
next weapon: a shoe horn. Them things U stick in ure shoes to fit them to ure feet. Lols
lol shit man this is a trip. nice drop figure.
I done paid props to you, now u gotta b murdered/
Feelin ur raps is like Shaq* missin a slam dunk...unheard of!/
IMma take this shoe horn, n ram it down ur throat/
But u dont mind...ur used to things in ur mouth...and i aint talkin bout the thangs u toke/
IM talkin bout dick, so suck on this/
As u start to choke i know u aint want it/
This whole rap is weak i know/
But when we meet dogg u up shit creek fa sho.
* Shaq o neil...la lakers forward.
Man i comin weaker then a 4 yr old girl lol...but fuck it, all for fun...props dakore and figure
next weapon - gel for hair
Last edited by Woogsta; August 18th, 2004 at 12:43 PM Reason: forgot weapon
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On Vacation, Bitches.
aight...check...
I'm dressed-in-all-back...looking for a thick-slut// to caress-my-ball-sack...a dick-suck and a quick-fuck// Spotted-a-bitch down the street...followed-her-scent// snuck in her house...grabbed her by the hair and said "if you know what's good for you you're gonna swallow-my-dick"// "and Don't even think to scream out or calling-your-friends"// shoved my dick down her throat...her tonsils-are-split and now she's gonna gargle-my-piss// Leaving my semen starched-to-her-lips..."there won't be no talkin,-it's-farewell"// reached for the closest thing and drowned her in a bottle-of-hair-gel//
That felt soooo wack, lol.
Next weapon: sandpaper (I think this is gonna hurt)
This man Figure rapes ya with a finger in toe.
Coverd in sand paper, Triggered ya assring to explode.
Lingerin though, Ure awake to witness the skinning all day
Leavin ya ears bare, ud hear me inform u that "Ya flayed"
Remove your face and throw it away.. Ohh wait. . I'll reverse ya.
So ud get fucked by the sandpaper, and ure own weak frames inertia..
...blah..
next weapon: tyre iron
It looks like Im relying, on my tyre iron
In this pub brawl all the guys are flyin
I stick it into figure and gab him, my iron wont pull out its attaching
I trip him and smash him, Then Im done with the bitch I was bashing
I run off let him bleed to death, gods who he'll be seeing next
In pergitory hes sent to hell, the rest of the story your left ta tell
blahh@my whackness
next weapond: A bong
my flow ill when i spit, mayne my shit is the bomb
thoughts of killing freelance while i'm hittin the bong/
Thinkin 'bout shattered his shit
Thoughts of splatterin this bitch/
But I know exactly what to to get is his shit split
I'll grab some madd strong chronic and tell him to hit the shit/
Watch as he inhale and look as the brother dose
But before he exhale, cover his mouth and smother his nose/
As he can't get it out, and I'm yellin "Bitch hold that"
I laugh as he kick until his mothafuckin eyes roll back//CID
N/W- Headphones
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i lay this bitch on the floor..telling him i got sometthing
i see he hates "the back street boys"..so i turn on the cd
i tell him to listen to the song that it some tight ass joint
turn up the volume so he gets def..thats the first point
then he starts bugging and shit diss a whole chick like me?
i roll the headfone wire arround his fucking neck n pull real hard
i dont let him take a anoda breathe,next is blood outta his nose
his tongue out..i check and see that he finally dead,
i made this death literally "intense" cos i got pity on his ass
the next time u drop some nonsense,ima poke u with pieces of glass
blah...the shit didnt even rhyme
next : a webcam(im beginning to hate 'em so use it)
Last edited by Mis-Is; August 20th, 2004 at 03:03 AM
Damn how can I creep on yvonne with nothing more than a webcam?
Deranged plots revolve in the mind of a 44 caliber killer, Sam the iller
Cold wicked blood spilla ain't who or what I be, but death is universal G
Spot my hard lines impaled by the thrust of my '9' giving this dime lumps
Flash some cash to get this cunt bare assed fast so the image'll last
Long after I blast thru her backhalf & tear thru her pink mass disfunction
Lay seed on her sweet cheeks, zoom in and pixelize this queen beefed
Smile wide whore, cuz you're killed on RB's not so candid Slut-Cam awards...
next weapon:
Picture of Yvonnes bare ass
Schmok sent an email with this female,
Bent over backwards, my stomach derailed,
i threw up all over my key board,
This bitch was gross to death man
And man i seen some ugly whores
But this ho dun took the cake damn
prolly ate it too the bitch ass look like it grew
out of control from the age of 3
i aint seen nothin that gross since rescue me
Were that lil kid had his skin melted off
This bitches ass made my dick permasoft
I swear to god, the ligts when out in my head
This bitches so ugly Im fuckin dead
I couldnt bare to look and I couldnt bare to breathe
So the vomit she made me spew
Caught in my throat and choked me!
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