The official kill the guy above you thread

[STYLE]

sha your shits stale your whole steez is frail
i grab the luis slugger filled with 10 penny nails
i swing with the force of king kong mixed with barry bonds
out the park sha's head sails
slang ya in a ditch like slaves did a bail
of cotton, now u burn in hell while your bodys rottin
and i ain't forgotten and u ain't forgiven
claim that i'm bitin , will get yo teeth missin
who u think u dissin? yeah its like that
i cock back and kill ya with a spiked bat.

next weapoon --hedge clippers

[ST .PAUL]

You wack mcz are funner than dead strippers,
I jus hakd up for fun, you're done, you aint led spitters,
you're dumb, battle rap me, catch a face lift,
Im like a gun, gattin anyone in my sight, jus face it,
you're wack, Get strangled wit tha mic, Meet the god of mass destruction,
I blast and give you a malfunction when you're hype...

[tha god concept]

hype?....

sorry st paul but ceptz gotta rip raw
hand you a death L like phillies from the jar to my sick jaws
and bore threw your torsoe , your more so a morsel to tha god
your whole style is useless.......like removed breast cancer patients old bras
so hold the applause....this kids might split his own dome
or ill show up at his home and merkem with my tight hype alone

next- soup can

[Annunaki]

the god concept ayo i wrote the rough draft
battling me you should start constructing noah raft
you feel the wrath like two girls and 1 cup soup cans
your blinded and need to be guided by toucan sam
my style vicious bio hazard like chris redfeild
causes an outbreak plageuing the japanese villages
as you saw in ninja scrolls
my poisnous ninja stars makes you easy to control

nw monks spade

[Drift-J]

ayo, this dope shit'll make Ann's lungs cave,
i got some phillies get two blunts made have one laced/
my puns make, emcee's run like someones gun sprayed,
im done playin, time to stick him wit this monks spade/
you dumb played, artists chirp like i aint un tame,
i slap guys getting baptized on sundays/



nW- sling shot

[johhnyblaze]

ayo, this dope shit'll make Ann's lungs cave,
i got some phillies get two blunts made have one laced/
my puns make, emcee's run like someones gun sprayed,
im done playin, time to stick him wit this monks spade/
you dumb played, artists chirp like i aint un tame,
i slap guys getting baptized on sundays/



nW- sling shot

Let me show you how I rip it, the membrane insane
The hardcore acopalypse, the deathbringer of fame
The one with the mic, one shot one life
Everything I bring, I rip it like
Ali, cornered, beaten, broken, alone
No fucking options, ringing through the bone
Give it all, rip it, kill it, let the beat flow,
Like Esco told Hov, you just a stan,
Now watch as I propogate the furies in the hand,
The rage, the hell, the cage, the reason to kill
now watch me go, as I let the beat rock
put your hands up and let go, as I let the sling shot.

nw- Samurai Sword

[KERZO]

heard a noise and woke up in the middle of the night
my spidey senses tingling like something wasn't right
about a quarter to four, i tip-toed to the door
the floorboards were creaking from somebody creeping
suddenly all i could hear was my own heart beating
no time to think, i react between blinks
picked up the samurai sword i bought off a chink
the footsteps grew louder, the time had come
stepped from behind the curtain, kid turned to run
one swing knocked his slingshot up in the air
his head landed squarely on the seat of my chair





next weapon: hug

I kill you with a hug of death, neverless, i bless you
Then i bust out and impress the rest
It's a beauty contest and you came third best
I posess the chess mind and obsess to excess
No messing with my style, it's like a polar bear rug
Your verse's make me shrug, til i pull out the phone plug
I fuck your mind up like a hallucinogenic drug
You freak out and jump into the grave that you've just dug...

next weapon: Deer Horn Knives

[Drift-J]

ayo,
i bring death like joe frasier swings left,
hard, you a killah? b we'll see who stings best/
i leave you with a scarred chest, cut up ears torn eyes,
have you lookin like you fucked wit someones deer horn knives/
it's like i dissapear, with this fucking mic in hand,
you land, punches slower then albino guys can tan/
i make emcees stumble like they saw some mice n stand,
up on a chair thats when i grap the horn n slice again/

nW Flame Thrower

[KERZO]

I come at ya with a flame thrower,
your slower than i expect, i singe all your hair off and you fall to the deck
no respect, is what you try to eject
so i smash you up to look like you were in a car wreck
i aint no liar, i hit higher than michael jordan before he retired
so a flame you and slay you,cos you aint got a clue
now watch out as i bounce all over you like a kangaroo

next weapon: Frying Pan

[ilzPotent]

simmer or saute, potent stir fry all day, sum dum gay,
servin this flamer flambay, lil man - you're the entre'
fluffy suffle', watch you chest cave, type concave
fryin pan in hand, teflon brand, givin you what you crave,
Ding! upside your head, fuckin inbred, mad at what I said?
bring ya best, I spit lead for you to see red, never bled,
but I put you to rest, pan to your knee caps, silly sap,
leave you with a tooth gap when I pan slap your lip flaps



NW = REMOTE CONTROL

[MASTER PAI MEI]

control and contort, work ilz out like sportz,
submit for rewards, sprawled out on all 4's,
Lola's prepared for... the dominance I wear,
battery acid slaps swack!!! leave ilz bruised and hacked,
ribs cracked from my fiendish hand slaps,
leave Ilz nodding out as if she shoots smack,
pull out a 80's remote control with the wires attached,
and choke you out on the floor as I pummell your ass...

NEXT WORD - CHONCLETAS

[CherChezLaMarauder]

ur perverse rhymes is weak, shit needs a little tweak
allow me to speak better yet chirp my beak
youre up in the produce aisle
flaunting that FUCK ME smile
sporting thongs up your ass and the thongs on your feet
manlihood's mad discreet
how many niggaz you done beat?
looking like a gypsie genie
granting backdoor pee pee sprees
nigga youre tippy toe'ing thru your town
with your queen of San Francisco crown
weather man sayings it cloudy but why bring out umbrellas
over here singing ITS RAINING MEN accapellas

[L~>1<~NKS]

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[ilzPotent]

um I think we got lost somewhere along the line here..... weapons people weapons. good shyt ben.

[L~>1<~NKS]

simmer or saute, potent stir fry all day, sum dum gay,
servin this flamer flambay, lil man - you're the entre'
fluffy suffle', watch you chest cave, type concave
fryin pan in hand, teflon brand, givin you what you crave,
Ding! upside your head, fuckin inbred, mad at what I said?
bring ya best, I spit lead for you to see red, never bled,
but I put you to rest, pan to your knee caps, silly sap,
leave you with a tooth gap when I pan slap your lip flaps



NW = REMOTE CONTROL

control and contort, work ilz out like sportz,
submit for rewards, sprawled out on all 4's,
Lola's prepared for... the dominance I wear,
battery acid slaps swack!!! leave ilz bruised and hacked,
ribs cracked from my fiendish hand slaps,
leave Ilz nodding out as if she shoots smack,
pull out a 80's remote control with the wires attached,
and choke you out on the floor as I pummell your ass...



NEXT WORD - CHONCLETAS

From Flip Flops to Slip ONZ, Im WORN by HANDS AND FEET - one swing will LEAVE L1NKS PERMANANTLEY adorned on ILZ ASS CHEEKS / IT's ME as a foot ACCESORY! SEASONS GREETINGS FAMILY, now lets make this as ENTICING as STRAWBERRIES 'n' CREAM /
YO, There's REALLY NO NEED to wear ME BABEE my name's ALREADY BRANDED on ya SOLE / DISTINGUISHED from stalkers and CREEPS, PLEASE BELEIVE - Im NAN 1ne of THOSE/ Not a floor MODEL or a DEMO,
when Im worn by you I curl those TOES, shutter ya heart, wet ya CLOTHES / werd life, werd ETERNAL- SO wus good BOO?
YOU gon' KEEP DUCKN' ME BY GETTING SICK PURPOSEFULLY?? After all THESE LYRICS will ya KEEP ME or return ME or watch Big Ben KEEP... "TRYING" - guess WE'LL have TO wait for PART 2...... and 3..... and see...

*EDIT for Ilz (I was thinkin' figuratively)

NEXT WERD: FIBER WIRE