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

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Permalink Reply by whitetECHN9NE on January 13, 2009 at 11:00pm

Waked up in mornin' by my alarm
Gunna kill some fuckers wit by right arm
Then I'll cook ya like a piece a filet minon
Followed by a beating wit a police baton

Next Weapon: Hooker Shoes (high heels) whatever be creative

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Permalink Reply by psydcho on January 14, 2009 at 1:06am

wheres the hook? and the er? when i spit I am heard.you punks are absurd.
get high like some heels, then i smack and i kill, you fake, i am real.
psydcho, spit and your mind blows, rip the shoes off some freak hoes
beat ya with 3 toes, this was a peep show, so save all your weak flo's.



next weapon: bird flu

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Permalink Reply by Jason on January 14, 2009 at 7:50am

I come like the plague from the norf (north)
you betta watch out cuz imma make you barf
i smack you down with that bird flu
and now your body will melt back into the earth, foo.

next weapon: a bottle of frank's redhot.

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Permalink Reply by Dan9K on January 15, 2009 at 8:35pm

Best drop - cause nah I don't stop
Imma leave you chopped in a box,
Seconds after you clocked w/ a bottle franks hot
red drippiin from the spot that I popped.

Nxt Weapn: "Anghelic" album case

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Permalink Reply by whitetECHN9NE on January 16, 2009 at 4:20pm

Einstein Tech N9ne sellin just to get mine
My minds on crime every day all the time
Planet rock here I come my stamina is never done
It's alive number one when you here it time to run

Next Weapon: metal cleats

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Permalink Reply by Dukecityspecialist on January 16, 2009 at 5:18pm

i carry metal n benji's a secular semi ill meet u on any street
while u pinching pennies im flipping twenties us kids in the ghetto eat
never sleep, forever creep stay on our grizzlie chest covered in metal sheets
wooden bats and pitchers gats leavin comp unda my metal cleats

next weapon.brass knuckles

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Permalink Reply by Big Shot on January 16, 2009 at 5:44pm

lol tight flow^

straight, big bootin, mother fuckers/ with my metal cleats/
tearin beats, to peices/ and I'm creepin, up the fuckin streets/
I'm a beast, on a leash/ dare you to, step into, my reach cause/
if you keep, fuckin around me/ best believe, your next to leave us/

weapon; C4

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Permalink Reply by PeepingTomETTE2 on January 16, 2009 at 9:32pm

Doin' it old school/ brass knuckles/ exposin' endo skeletal muscles /when we tussle/
Cause he uh femme fatale wearing ruffles/ Got my fist in the air for the struggle
Like a paper bag u'll get crumpled/ and/ thrown back/
An upper cut and u're skulls crack/ I 'm not one that is on wack!!!


Continue W/ that C-4

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Permalink Reply by Dan9K on January 16, 2009 at 9:42pm

I can either dish you out - or I could dish you in,
begin to rip forth wether table or the floor,
wether you diced n spiced or bits blown frm the c4,
either way/ test taste/ and I promise you the main course.

nxt : BIC

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Permalink Reply by Pr0v0 on January 16, 2009 at 11:01pm

You aint never been nothing but a piece shit
i cant count the times you have been told to quit
but your life is like a flame on my bic
and i'll put your ass out really quick


Next weapon: dreadlocks

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Permalink Reply by whitetECHN9NE on January 17, 2009 at 7:11pm

Yo from sellin crack rocks on tha blacktop
To havin' dreadlocks pushin wack pot
Versitility is the name of the game
Ya don't know rules Ya might feel pain

Next Weapon: Bong

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Permalink Reply by M.Shep on January 17, 2009 at 9:00pm

yo to all my pot smokers i hate to sing this sad song
but i had to kill that mutha fucker wit my bong
cracked it and stabbed it in his face
now it smells like shit bong water all over the place

weapon-your fucking keyboard

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