Yo i'll Murk you with lactic acid.
next weapon: salad tongs
Yo i'll Murk you with lactic acid.
next weapon: salad tongs
qwiffersniffer has a lot in common with salad tongs
they both like to toss salad plus he wears a thong
he's more harry then king kong, beauty and the beast reflection
looks like an oger, and he has a fucken yeast infection
he cant get an erection, probably tries to order enzyte
always visits the black hole, rarely ever see's light
i just might have to grab the salad tongs and poke your eyes out
we never see u with chics, always with some guys out
next weapon, chinese restaurant
Hollywood claims to be the butcher-
but he's getting Punk'd like my name was Ashton Kutcher-
butterfly effecting shit like i'm from the future-
and Hollywood's a stripteasin-
chiken head charlie's angel -a raw whore-
getting fucked up the ass like demi moore-
on a date with me at a chinese restraunt-
took this skinny bitch out cuz she's lookin' guant-
and i'm feeling a quite ravenous
so don't get mad at this:
served her up sweet-n-sour- dowsed in some flour
threw in some msg for taste- secret sauce simmered in a wok for an hour
Kung Pow Chicken!
soy sauce and with flied rice this bitch is finger lickin
alergic to the secret ingredient made her skin itchin-
she's bitch'in red hot and blister'in
she starts to stumble- she's feelin sick an-
and her face is all flustered
lyrics dropped tingling brains like hot mustard
serving up shit tasiter then lemon custard
Iron chef'in with the best with rhymes bullet proof like my vest
feeling fresh fully like zest- ivory or dial
while hollywood's stankin up the tampon isle
and now leaving this rhyme with a fuck you and a smile
Next weapon- the Butterfly effect
ouch soldier just served you dandy...
thats where charge comes in handy...
if you were a baby ..hes got your candy...
matter fo fact
i think he snacted your panties...
recall how this all got started ....
putting dinomite in my mailbox..
are you fucking retarded.....
the butterfly script just changed...
you can call it "the haunted"
continue to see how this is flaunted...
as i taunt americas most unwanted....
......soldier come play ...as i fillet....
next weapon a plastic shank
yo ur profile says ur 29 but you flow like your 2
makin nonsense lines come togehter has become a chaarcteristc of you
on top of that, waht the fuck is a plastic shank gnna do?
all i need is fists son, knock ya out this forum, feel the sting of my tounge
the shit is split, like your moms legs where i made the puss melt
yea son i put the snake charm on that tuna melt, but lets get of that topic
ur girl saw my dick and locked it, they way she flung her stash was like i gave the bitch cash
put it down on smash, give her the nine month itch like a rash, but it was all too simple
she confided in me that when you got an erection it looked liker ur 3rd nipple..
next weapon: sharpend pencils
Lordank everything you just said was "lyrical stank".
You need to take a long walk on a short plank .
Skillz like that youll never get any thanks..
Youd have better luck trying to rob banks.
And as for my sharpened pencil thats my utensil...
to chop apart your poor ass mentals...
you need to hit the instrumentals...
i suggest going back in time and catch a vibe from the boo ya tribe...
maybe that will help you come alive....till that point your just jive..
take note on how i murdered you with my now dull pencil...
brass knuckles bash oct blast so fast
you're knee's buckle, crash, smash you're frame, body cast
bloody mess, ultimate fighter, you're a nut bighter
torture you slowly, gonna pull off an all nighter
ill put u in a head lock and give u nogeys
slap you silly, yo really, i spit flames, you spit loogeys
you're just a rookie, and u didnt make it out of training camp
you cant go pound for pound with the reigning champ
aeyoo... butcher catch this reality, im drivin an '80 corvette/
my tonques a meat cleaver, carve insanity in ya forehead/
if i catch you on the turnpike, yo ass better take flight/
your runnin outta daylight, son couldnt stay bright/
hit you wif a bumper horsepower sound like thunder/
ill run yo ass over, then back over you, now you under/
my wheels and the chassis/
sent you back class, g, burnt rubber smells so nasty/
when mixed wif hair and flesh/ you shoulda never tryed to test/
the armor, hell bent to leave ya body a crumpled mess...
next weapon... baby powder
ellr yeuch.You could have used a tank to destroy him more efficiently!
Yo I will get you in your shower,in about an hour,and push your wig back,and shake talcome powder on your back,and up your arse crack using gloves,but it will not be nice like doves(T.M.),soap,it will be nasty and itchy,and when you get out you will be bitchy,and figgity,and it will make you shrink so you become midgety,and when it goes up your ass it will be like extra arse hair,like the halifax man who says "who gives you extra",then you will be turned gay by the powder because it's special "gay powder",and you will be rubbish like the sauber Formula one team.
ill just flow and kill u wu tang fan wiht no weapons
yo ur flow come out like assembly lines
my shit so dirty it got health fines
hazourdous lines cut coke on fine glass
im like ur uncle the way i assult ur ass
son this aint a joke its more like class
where u learn the fine art of verbal mastery
genius type, einsten coulndt fathom me
words so tight, virgin pussy coulndt surpass me
i got that hubris, but i aint no greek tragedy
bitches dont understnd me thats why i call u uterus
im veteran allstar ur just new to this,
niggas askn me if i killed u, i reply-- i neutered it
cut u open and didnt even sutre it,
yea ur dignity kid, i looted it, im emcee terroist
ur prepubescent, thas why ima child rapist
ur talk is elementry, im advanced placement
dont come here with that shit, it be so nacent
i dont call u bitch for nothin, its jsut that so ur complaisant
next weapon: wu tang fan's smelly puss
Money that was crazy!!Originally Posted by LordAnk
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Your Money, I will Bank...
Your Ho, I must Thank...
Words Hit, like a tank...
Your bars, I just Drank....
Downed it, like a Flank..
I Fart, Smell my Stank...
Your Belt, Got No Rank...
Stab you, with my Shank...
Drop you, point Deadblank...
Smoke you, like your Crank....
Mind broke, it wont Thank....
Tricked you, like your Swank...
Lick mine, I got Lank...
Your Ego, I Just Shrank....
Lordank your a PRANK....
My Elementary got you Strung in a Tree....
Subject: Wu Tang Fan's Smelly Pussy
I got a dope new scent that I'm trying to sell/
You got a nose? Well hell yeah then you're dying to smell
This junk's funky fruity fresh and I must admit/
It's opposite day you punk bitch it smells like shit
so take a whiff of this junk and breathe deep../
do you feel lightheaded now? Like you're drunk and need sleep?
That's good homeboy, chill and just let go/
You asked me if you're gonna die and I just said no
your breath passes...remember that it's opposite day/
you're a mark, i'm a killer and i gotsta get paid
Kill me with: An Eight Iron
**You Only Wish You Were This Good**
SOMEONE BLAIR THE SIRENS...
JUST SWUNG MY EIGHT IRON.....
LET IT FLY LIKE AIRFRIEGHT...
I DIDNT STOP OR HESTITATE...
GOT A DONOR THEY NEED TO DONATE...
BLEEDING FROM YOUR WEAK ASS TEMPLATE...
THE ONLY PLACE I KILL WITHOUT GOING UPSTATE..
BLOODS FLOODING DAMN YOU NEED A FLOODGATE...
ROTTEN TOOTH MOUTH YOU SHOULDN'T HATE COLGATE....
TIMES ARE TUFF YOU CAN CALL THEM DIRE STRAITS...
YOUR TO EASY OF A KILL I WILL CALL YOU JAIL BAIT...
"BALLAD BALLISTIK" FUCK AROUND GET YOUR WRIST SLIT....
yo up in teh room wiht yo moms, i was cutin it up like the fonz
hunny got her legs so tight around my waist like thongs
fuk i came in her puss, that where i go wrong...
9 months later, a mistake that was ballad ballistick
i told that bitch to abort itt but instead she would hold it
so i was like aiiight ho, when u sleepin,
ima cut his throat with this butta knife slow
next weapom: ballad balisick's dismemberd infant body