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

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Permalink Reply by Dukecityspecialist on January 13, 2009 at 12:05am

Imma bout to go in so grab a hold of ur pace makers
With the wickedist spit futuristic like like a space taser
so call marvin the martian and tell him he's gettin laid off
I'm knockin heads off severin bretherin with the metal chainsaw

Weapon.microphone

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Permalink Reply by BMC on January 13, 2009 at 1:27am

Same song, reverbing the words I banish
You nerds, slamming you to the curb, with a Shure Dynamic
Thirds, halves, and damnit I serve lives so wreckless
Undercooked, I'm rare, but well done, I burn mics for breakfast

Weapon: Bare hands

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Permalink Reply by OSO KRAZY on January 13, 2009 at 1:50am

I will dismember ya body with a chainsaw or machete/
Make you choke on your words instead of sperm like blow job Betty/
I'm climbing to the top there's no stop one hundred proof pills i pop/
hard as a rock that's why bitches with me always jock/

Much Love N Respect 2 All

-Alex aka OSO KRAZY

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Permalink Reply by BMC on January 13, 2009 at 2:04am

Where's the bare hands?

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Permalink Reply by Daniel on January 13, 2009 at 3:39am

ima start a new one...cuz somone skiped on bare hands.....

Weapon: angels halo
Im the demon that speaks and dares control you in your sleep/reawaken to find im the devil behind sheets/ stranglin angels with there halo's never letin the pain show/ that seepin in the my vains and cloggen my mindframe flow/

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Permalink Reply by Daniel on January 13, 2009 at 3:43am

lol sorry next wepon is .................FIRST APLIANCE YOU CAN REACH

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Permalink Reply by Big Shot on January 13, 2009 at 6:36am

I look around, for the first appliance, I can reach fa/
pick it up, and I, take a puff, of the blunt, before I beat ya/
sick as fuck, man I, can't be left alone, in the zone, bro/
cause I get frostbit, on my lips, everytime I spit, a cold flow/

Next weapon: alcohol (be creative)

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Permalink Reply by Dukecityspecialist on January 13, 2009 at 9:03am

my visions blurred/ speech is slurred/ but i get behind the wheel
like a snipa /imma strik em wit my candy painted kinda steel
use a fifth and whip/ killin em softly wit this/ inebriated head trip
this dark road im on is endless/ when im fuckin up with this red bitch

weapon.gas and a match

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Permalink Reply by Jason on January 13, 2009 at 10:43am

eat this petrol with a hose
don't let none of this come out your nose
as i light this match on your zipper
you go up in flames quicker

next weapon: a pencil eraser.

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Permalink Reply by Big Shot on January 13, 2009 at 11:15am

see, I got a, pencil eraser/ that usually, never the, case but/
I'm takin a, moment to, think of/ the people, that I'd like to, mangle/
feelin so, chaulk full of, anger/ my mirrior, looks at me, like I'm a, stranger/
niggas that, fuck wit me, or that be, duckin me/ run the risk of endin up strangled/

weapon: sickle

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Permalink Reply by Dukecityspecialist on January 13, 2009 at 8:21pm

take a last breath/the absence of air is what i bring to u
with this sickle from ur nipple to ur noodle to all the way through u/
im gone past cuckoo/ dark as voodoo/when it comes to this bloody chicken spit/
hit the bitch /take his grip/ till i see gristle from this verbal pistol whip

next weapon.cd case

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Permalink Reply by Daniel on January 13, 2009 at 10:37pm

fuck the way of death/ strangle on yo head usen cassete threads/im movin on wit the cd thatll slice ya wrist n leave ya dead/ put ya screams digitally on the bottom were the cd says/ rewritable to use again but this time aim to slice the middle of their brain to leave em brain dead/

NExt wepon: billy club/police boton

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