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i trash-guys secretly like mad-spys
its the last-try, im a blind man chokin slick with a glass-eye

sorry lol, next weapon is a compter chair

haha nice way how u turned it on me..
but like ur suggestion i dont need a weapon you'll c...
they way i murder u cold blooded with my bar hands..
imma mexican so i aint here to make demands..
but after your finish nex time write a weapon..
cuz without it im lost A-town steppin..

umm remote control..

damn never mine he made one right when i was writing..

Computer Chair..

spit shit with more emotion than the emotes-can-hold
with subliminal messages slick falls into my traps like i got jim on remote-control

him* not jim*

sitting here in my computer chair dont kno wat to do..
when all of a sudden a ninja comes runnin through..
my fuckin window with no weapon in sight..
so i rip off an arm handle with all my might..
swung it across his face till he cried for mercy..
tied his ass up n got something to drink cuz i was a lil thirsty..

laptop

you sittin with a computer constipated the way ya crap-stop
while im on the street n i crash-cops n blast-lots
my spits are the last-stop, end of the road you get blown up n sent on blast-off
but before that, i brag my comps better then beat ya with my lap-top

next weapon = cigarette pack

imma have to murder you nice n slow..
take my advice n stop the puff n blow..
you aint goin to kno when i hit you..
so go ahead n quit foo..
n take the patch n relax..
n dispatch all of your cigarette packs..

hanger..

Clothes-Are -Waste Ill Get a Hanger And Nock Ya Nose-Outta-Place
Cause Im Folding-Ya-Life While Ya Holding-a-mic
Im a Monster One Of The Fiends Of Rap Ill Get The Hanger And Choke Ya To Death Cause Jeans-are-wack..

Clothes-Are -Waste Ill Get a Hanger And Nock Ya Nose-Outta-Place..//
Cause Im Folding-Ya-Life When U Start Sptting Or Holding-a-Mic..//
Im a Lyrical Monster So Consider me One Of The Fiends-of-Rap..//
Ill Choke You To Death With a Hanger Because Jeans-Are-Wack..//

next weapon a basketball

pass me the rock n see wat i can-do..
i aint a puss like that fool jonathan-drew..(he's a baseball player who is always hurt)
go around, through u or up and over..
lucky with the right hand like a clover..
throwin up them alleys all day..
crossin u up making u fall today..
hit tha b-ball off ya head eazy..
thats wat us streetballas call of the heezy..
i play all day everyday even when it's-rainin..
idk bout yall but shit's-entertainin..

give us a weapon dipshit

umm...lotion..