The official kill the guy above you thread

[Funk_Dock]

i smash u wid dis bag of grain / and drain this blood from ya vein / u feel strained and stressed / ive gained and i guess im the best / ull need more than a vest on ur chest / shit, better yet, get a fuckin bodygaurd and have protected sex / i hope u no im sicker than cancer, aids, and lukemia combined / and ill leave your body with a new design like u just switched minds/ in time, my rhyme will go down as oh so fine / cause my skills r like a hill / that nobody can climb

next weapon: corpse infested with anthrax

[Dee-Jay]

dee-jay would like 2 say.. that im a crazy motherfucker from around the way
i like 2 rap about different things like people, cars and g-strings.

[100pr00f]

next weapon: corpse infested with anthrax

[Dee-Jay]

the Rza the razor hit me with the flava

[100pr00f]

get the fuck outa here with that read the first post befor u reply

[Dee-Jay]

ummmmm but am i bothered tho

[Dee-Jay]

u just jealous or my rhymes

[Sicka than aidZ]

u just jealous or my rhymes

where's your rhyme's, lol?

anyways.....caller ID weapon

[Funk_Dock]

come on some one kill me with a corpse infested with anthrax!!

[100pr00f]

u wanna get killd ok be killd then//fill the real pain when i spit attack darts throug the pen// mind control metal bend step in ur gonna die so stand back// think u wu fan from the corp intellect fan stats// u wish is mine to grant as i crush ya body wit a corpse infested with anthrax/// let the poson inject let time take affect as ur just another corps filld with anthrax tracks easy to beat like sand bags//

weapon: rubber knife

[Funk_Dock]

your raps are trife // mine r so nice you'll wanna hear em twice // playin in this game is like rollin a dice // unsure of the outcome, but hell thats life // i could kill u widda a rubber knife // if I feel spite, and ill leave u with scars that wont heal right during the night // im high as a kite takin flights // verbally im bright like a light //

next weapon : arm

[I-Legit]

snatch and detach ya limbs/ its a fact smack ya back hand with ya arms wrist ice like a trend/u wish i wasnt your friend/ soul owner the canibal bone pickin off enamel flesh oder/polor solar rhymes hit colder/twist orbits like pullin arm out from shoulder/ reach lower with ya own till i rip out each one of ya molers/

n/w - ashtray

[eMOney]

IM Legit - you aint shit - plus yo Partnaz' are all gay
i smoke a blung you smoke a dick - faggots burn in ashtrays

n/w - a hairy vagina

[I-Legit]

lol^ u cant rhyme for shit

[Dee-Jay]

uve got a hairy vagina ur dads got anjiina and it about time for another crima




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