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Re: The Weapon Cypher.

Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 9:40 am
by M33Kish
Break even or easy,
With a mind that's to sleezy,
I stab I V's into your spleen,
And have your mind go under, knee deep,
With a pole as thick as bones,
My mind fuck will leave a headache,
Creatin memories of eatin star jones,
Trapped inside punnany now,
No nanny here to save you clown,
Just the smell of a rotten cow,
A Buddhist wouldn't pray around,
Den drop you head first on a mattress,
Full of chopper ammo and mambo shit,
Oh you forgot apes got banana clips,
POP your top off now your brain is looking like grits,
Guess dats wat you get,
You out yo body yo mind and yo soul,
Fo sayin my medula can't spit.


(keys)

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Re: The Weapon Cypher.

Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 3:04 am
by A010
I'm known by the police as that fella with the keys
feared by my enemies dangerous with hennesy
cause when I'm pissed my fantasy is stickin' my key in
and I ain't talking bout no doors, he knows it when I see him
I slice him with the blade damn I wouldn't wanna be him
opening his arteries until he started bleeding
in my head I heard a little voice saying: "FINISH HIM!"
so I diminished him even tho he looked innocent
a bad incident was imminent between these immigrants
my keys are millitant so it gets bloody when I chill with them
But I don't give a f*ck, I'm protected when I'm on stage
like bonnie & clyde... me & my skeleton key from the bronze age


next weapon: a shank

Re: The Weapon Cypher.

Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 2:56 am
by thadevious1
I sharpen a butter knife, on a concrete floor
Had concrete plans, to take many lifes Before
And now I got a tool, to murk you and yours
Against 1 army, 1 rusty shank starts the gore
Aiming high, poke twice in throaths to be shore
Leave a bloody mess, of 10 heads shaking no more
Step through a door and slash and scorn 100 more
Repeat this 'n the block dies by a masters hand in all out war

NW : shotgun

Re: The Weapon Cypher.

Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 3:50 am
by Static
My Mossberg spreads fear into your psyche
i could give a shit less whether you like me
My pistol grip pump explodes splattering your brains
expose the red mist that flows out of your veins
Run out of shells? guess i'll just beat you down with it
going psycho, call me a god, My sound is so mythic

Next weapon: flamethrower