you know how it go's kill the guy above you with the CHOSEN WEAPON that is given at the end of the verse
so kill me with
weapon: chainsaw
you know how it go's kill the guy above you with the CHOSEN WEAPON that is given at the end of the verse
so kill me with
weapon: chainsaw
*kills 100proof with a chainsaw*
like that gravedigga cat...chainsaws or bats...use all the tools in your shack an hack your whole block to pieces in less than 20 minutes flat cuz your weaklings,..in fact your whole species is wak.....
kill a mahfucka with a hoe
Popppin off ya toes, then im choppin off ya nose,
Just like i do my shottties, ima turn it on my foes.
Well, muthatfuck these hoes, ima strip 'em out they clothes,
Then, put one on ya dick,
still screamin under the tape, no one knows.
Put one's cunt on ya mouth.
And now ya fuckin suffocatin,
She's commensin in menstration,
ya startin to lose your patience.
You also lose your breath.
Your lungs just collapse, Next comes death,
The reaper's got your ass.
Sorry, I cahnged it from singular to plural "hoes".. my bad...
Next Weapon: Green Bandana (make sure that the color is of sum significance)
What do i gotta kill myself?
GREEN BANDANA... lol.
Rip that peice of shit off you're face and spit on it,
shit on it, put it back in position with you're lip on it
Green Bandana, you the fake Juelz Santana
peice of shit cloth to cover you're gross fucking face,
god damn ya
Mean green?, trying to fit in on a allstar cream team
you're best off with your shower buddie's on the Clean Steam team.
I could Murder ya, but really, I never even heard of ya
take you're green bandana off, before I take a Third of ya.
Next - Heineken
welcom to the party were the beef is surreal//so real that this if going to be my first kill// 19 and u have a long lifeahead of yea utill ya had to open ya grill/ my tactics are worth mills like shoes made by iverson// guzzel the 12 pack fall back i-am-spinning//talk trash bitch i lung forwerd and cut ya adamen wit a broken heineken// slashing ya arterie bleed ya body dry ......damn what a party//
next: - golden arms
Ring a ding ding, death I will bring/
Because my name is Cancer.
what is that.....this aint no one line rhyme
p. be da masta/100 thinks his rhymes sumptin proofs/bitch only thing u qualify is to shine my shoes/kill the kid on track/maybe some day see that ur wack/im expensive like cokaine-crack/my peeps always got my back/eventough i quit ur swordstyle rap/ur impressed u dont say jack/ on track i aint got no gunz/i just kill anyone with my lyrical golden armz
next weapon:quillotine
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mr cat in the hat quit with bubble gum raps// i swing wit sword play its just ak strays i never said i was strapped//ya luck is down u a street thug in the allys hustling craps// go ahead and push ya stacks go ahead and tell em the facts// saying u as expensive as crack get the fuck out of here def jam couldnt sell em with that//have u seen the movie the kid dies in the end golden your not ur crack u couldt sell- a-fen so stop// the style i chose will leave strips on ya back n thier is no fight couse the guillotine is locked//one last word fuck it let the shit run down as real-as-seen as ya head go"s pop//
next: empty clips
p. aint no cat/the realest dog/quoting the man im a dog so aint got no love for the cats/when im rhymin ya betta watch ya backs/think ya dogz/yeah the type of dogs who aint lift their leg when they piss/the type of dog who has to sit down to piss/after im done wit ya moms im sure to have empty clips/smash the party and never again call the bitch
next weapon:double edged swordz
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the whole objective of this fourm is to kill the guy above u not rape his mom/////u didnt even kill me
ok ok ur right it was a low blow...cant front ur sword is sharper than mineOriginally Posted by 100pr00f
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lol i dont care if im better or ur better its just for fun rape my mom in your raps..but u got to kill me
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