4-bar weapon clash (2000!!! Next is 3000!!!) :)

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Permalink Reply by Two Dead Meadows on June 10, 2012 at 2:31am

i' m a true visionary, dark message missionary, dynasty of death i carry, spit so nasty, straight dysentery

that's a diss to burry, your dignitary, gets foes to scurry, leave ur bowels pissin cherry woes, hurry bloody red mary,

sink flows, scared froze, think to expose, fist to force close your throat, a kink in your air hose,float or plug nose,

no emotion, let the ocean decompose,  I blink, and burn clothes, no devotion with these hoes, I'm hitting all new lows,

 

next weapon: harmonic fire

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Permalink Reply by JazzMan on June 10, 2012 at 2:37am

I love the heroin

I ain't no heroine

But with my harmonic fire

I'd be steady straight scarin' em

 

Next weapon: the love a mother has for her child

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Permalink Reply by Shane on June 10, 2012 at 5:47am

I devour with no middle man, no gun, just jingle them

Like keys with my fingers bent, roast up, get rid of em

The love a mother has for her child cant fit this one

Murders dark and cold but gets love from this wicked one

 

Next Weapon: Something Sticky

 

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Permalink Reply by Two Dead Meadows on June 11, 2012 at 12:54am

check it, sick guilt trip weighing me down, fuck it, slit neck thick, praying to drown

quick death trick, swaying around, mind stick like a fly in a tar strip, laying me down,

stuck bounded to crown. surrounded by hounds that smell the blood from my flesh wound,

they flood and they rush now, crush the veins it gush out, all out flush drought

 

next weapon:  royal flush

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Permalink Reply by Shane on June 11, 2012 at 11:19pm

To discard the thoughts of a rummage, I could address god but not cause I'm a athiest

Thoughts of after we rot in our plotts I don't really got but still walk and I need a paying gift

But not rap cause I'm just doing laps, havent hit that royal flush original flow making riffs

Spinning the disc around and around like Anna Pavlova a ballerina wanna be acing this

 

Next Weapon: Godzilla

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Permalink Reply by trevor on June 11, 2012 at 11:50pm

with the bong sized millas I kill kong height fellas you wont hear about it cuz the news filters

so im here to fill ya in with godzilla bullets that you cant defend because you bend and fold like the god of bitches

only when the body count is miles of stretches will the press release the piles of pictures

the plot of plenty body rottness is perfect when the president person is givin a speech with me as intentions as his honor mentions

 

Next weapon: super troopers

 

 

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Permalink Reply by Two Dead Meadows on June 12, 2012 at 1:27am

Still speedin, exhaust rattling behind, crossed the median battling to drive, like a chameleon preside

ill timed red and white flashes scrambling my mind, super state trooper, a comedian closing in behind,

Bohemian, dismantling traffic when I rhyme, still damaging inside, Doctor Jekyll, Mr. Hyde

swallowing my pride, decide to pull over in the ride, write that fucking ticket, you wasting all my time,

i lied just enough time to cock it and click it, wide eyed Colt forty-five, screams this cop shall die

 

 

next weapon: colt forty five

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Permalink Reply by Shane on June 12, 2012 at 3:30am

With methods took to a science so giant with step one to be quiet

As you follow what you coordinated like a pilot, step 2 better be behind it

As you pull out the colt 45, pop, drop, then pull out the spot, reply this

If questioned that you denie it, then watch the news and see there family riot

 

Next Weapon: Ball and Chain

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Permalink Reply by fuzzy on June 12, 2012 at 10:17am

all these daze foreign

when i be strugglin they after my porage

at the height of my break thru

my muscles tight and torin

all i can do is sit back and eat this orange

NOT

when least expected, when i be borin

 

Next weapon: weaker sex

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Permalink Reply by Two Dead Meadows on June 15, 2012 at 1:47am

The dead of night i get that text, the weaker ex so trashed, vast in her stumbled steps to smash,

The head so right, She Mumbled under breath, and laughs her confession for my cock to crash,

in that pussy and that ass she craves, complete obsession she's my slave,

I bounce that ass like waves, an I engrave my name inside her to save

 

next weapon: puppet master

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Permalink Reply by Two Dead Meadows on June 16, 2012 at 1:54am

as i engrave^

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Permalink Reply by Two Dead Meadows on June 30, 2012 at 2:23am

Stuck, Mind all stunned and fucked into salvation, yet your answering temptation, as dangle with your emotion,

Anchoring the ocean in your gut, mouth sewn shut, Slow motion cut, stuck in this rut just lost in translation

Stuck, Mind all drummed out n fucked, the sensation rings your brain yet the starvation will spring the same,

Amount of shame you can't contain, Could make a sane man's blood shoot like champagne through a tight vein,  

 

next weapon:: your choice

 

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