Look, ill beat u down clown back to the slum
u aint gonna b protected by armour or a gun
cos i burn all astrological like i was the sun
and being tied up wid string prevents u to run
the grip tightens and pressure builds on your lungs
last thing i tell u, im going next 4 ur moms
Next Weapon - Hyped Crack Fiend
Last edited by ChamberSlave; 12-29-2007 at 08:14 AM. Reason: nxt wpn
Poisonous paragraphs, smash ya phonograph
in half, it be the Inspectah Deck on the warpath
First class leavin mics with a cast
Causin ruckus like the aftermath when guns blast - INS
I intervene in your theme like a hyped crack fiend
Smoking abstract pipes that ya'll can't clean
THC in me by brown block or green tree
Tearing rappers down to the ground like debris
Phonies raise the stakes, but could'nt behave
Thinking they own the shop, but couldnt even own a cave
so dont act like yer brave chamberslave
now watch as i bitchslap ya straight down to the grave
N/W - bottle of budweiser
back to the corp to support all the real headz in the temple, students grab ure pens n pencils, any form of writing utensil,been madd long since sumone schooled the set so never forget,, the technique of killing a fagot with a broken Budweisers neck,aim for the eye or jugular for the perfect effect,if his head is protected look for a spot in the chest,,, punch the broken glass past the fuckin cage in his ribzz,then pull it back out/ black out/ and start enslaving his bitch,nervous twitch in the spine if u juss bust the pint on his mind,the bottle will transform into a shape suited for wine,drink the mixture of bud an blood toasting our satanic design kill anyone with any weapon in form of a rhyme
next weapon
sunlight
Last edited by Eversick666; 01-05-2008 at 08:00 PM.
"We discourteous creatures, features of repetitive
feaster's,that pray on the opposite optical of logical people"http://www.myspace.com/eversick0666
Here I come jumpin in not knowing what I got into, kickin a lump into your chin with some well placed jujitsu. Thought I won but I didn't, now you're lookin for a fight, one on one, on the street, out here in the daylight. But you couldn't see what's coming cause just caught a blast, of some sunlight in your eye thru my magnifying glass. Now you're livin life kinda poorly and you ain't getting no snatch, cause you look like a goof with that stupid eyepatch.
Next Weapon - Hot Potato
It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep.
-Inspectah Deck
ill pick your eye out, replace it wit a hot potato
make it burn to ya brain, we usin real blood so fuck tomatoes
suck my a-hole, your punk ass better duck and lay low
and bust a gay-hoe... why..? because i fuckin say so!!!
next weapon: a bag of thai-stick
Last edited by SAI-VU; 01-07-2008 at 12:31 PM.
SAI-VU - the Ill Created aka. Brainstorm the Bullshitter, Eddie Quist & Lick on the Wall...
it's the Sith emcee, I fight swordsmen using microphone technics, 1200 rounds of ammo, I spit verbal bulletholes, one shot after another watching you die slow, you can't kill the devil pugilist with a bag of thai-stick, forming them in a crucifix.
next: amatory
a'yo marc-one, first time i seen ya face around kid
So watch as i inject energy like the new york power grid
Slapping phonies with the mic before they even step on
The platform that i transform into an electric storm
BLAOW, lightning stikes the mic, and your like
Stepping off the stage cos ya rhymes were stolen
While I continue to spit the legit street raw shit
while your still writing amatory poems
Next Weapon - knuckleduster
plain and simple
my flow's basick like veins and pimples
drop change like rain on ya window
novakaine, still painful to rekindle
close shave, watch a punk's skin bump up
keys to a lump sum, diesel truck runnin
knotty locced blunt puffa
copper top chump cutta
stop ya block no plunga
barber shop knuckle dusta
next weapon: butterfly needle
weep for lost babylon,
the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
bordered by a sea of faults,
fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
screaming shots, police and chalk,
wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...
-.5Kut
your flow is basic and feeble
so i operate with the buttlerfly needle
u best co-operate if u r unequal
or the same fate awaits your sequel
born bad and mastered evil
with five 9's i get shady, plain and simple
Next Weapon : Boomerang
Poisonous paragraphs, smash ya phonograph
in half, it be the Inspectah Deck on the warpath
First class leavin mics with a cast
Causin ruckus like the aftermath when guns blast - INS
as soon as this shooter aim.. the boomer bang
dont be ackin like you dont know who da name
i aint new to fame... toss ya tarts like boomerangs
but son, id rather hear some hoobastank
cuz everything you do is lame.. your a shame
so when ya boomerang returns its you thats slain
spray can
Moving against uncle sam to terrorize and coincide u wid the land
with spray can in hand your physical i begin to disband
oz type raps equiped intact, infact im a hard act and quick to clap
some say im slack towards those that know jack.
b4 u get slain u experience immense pain, wid the paint
on your brain i leave a stain and bust your vein.
Next Weapon - paint stripper
Poisonous paragraphs, smash ya phonograph
in half, it be the Inspectah Deck on the warpath
First class leavin mics with a cast
Causin ruckus like the aftermath when guns blast - INS
can only laugh and joke
about raps slapped around by jackalopes
how u strapped and broke?
sniffin coke from fat bastard's asscrack
TONgue flame spitter
to the cranium pain's administered
u still a lame, ur veins tender
blood drip on this page, an odorless paint stripper
next weapon: spoon
weep for lost babylon,
the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
bordered by a sea of faults,
fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
screaming shots, police and chalk,
wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...
-.5Kut
im unheard of in the game like loon
its no game i gotta eat so i use the spoon
your on scope so i pause and zoom, kill then resume
murder disguised in a tune
the cutlery cut and gutted thee
your soul is now free and bound heavenly
Next weapon - Crucifix
Poisonous paragraphs, smash ya phonograph
in half, it be the Inspectah Deck on the warpath
First class leavin mics with a cast
Causin ruckus like the aftermath when guns blast - INS
best grab ya crucifix and holy water
my screws is loose a bit
so excuse a nig if i get outta order
fuck it-i love it, its da thrill of da slaughter
i dont think nuttin of it,but bitch niggaz aughta
str8 up- you'll get ate up,like tryin 2 cake up
and i aint get my pay cut...say whut
Next Weapon:Guillotine Swords
Last edited by Va Walk; 01-12-2008 at 03:07 PM. Reason: Forgot to state next weapon
I don’t aim for the heart, I aim for the limbs,
So I can find you another day and do that shit again,
I’ll rip your heart out your mouth without breakin the skin,
I’ll keep strangling your body till rigamortis sets in.
Coroners come to get you, I’ll blast on them too,
Your whole crew comin, I’ll blast your whole crew.
Sharpen my guillotine swords, Make you disappear,
Ninja style, like Grey Fox from Metal Gear.
Next weapon: Can of deodorant.
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