The official kill the guy above you thread

[WARPATH]

Led Mic slow down breathe-
let go of your "mic" it's starting to bleed.
you really shouldn't fanisize when you rhyme
jerking off while typing at work is an arrestable crime.
someone get this man a baby wipe his key boards covered in slime!
he really hit us hard with a homosexual barrage
so i'm gonna keep it classic and get the rusty screw driver from my garage.
but the funny thing is nobody was killed
I was really hoping for an opponet with more skill
the reality is Led Mic really brought the gay
bar after bar the homsexuality stayed
until he let some pressure off his dick
just before his boss walked into his office he was slicked
his cheeks were flushed red
his penis kinda bled-
he reached for the tissue
his boss siad -"What's your issue?
your fucking sick take your hand away from your dick!
i'm calling the cops fucker- dam you apple head looks like a cherry sucker!
Better yet i'm calling an assassin
Dialed 1-800-Charging-Soldier he'll come through blastin"
so I did- equipped with the weapon that was fore mentioned
aimed for you neck kid now pay special attention
to fuck with me and get a reply- consider it a blessin
what you can rhyme fruity? was that the lesson?
Cuz I really don't like to battle gay rappers
and please don't finger yourself when your sitting on the crapper-
please try and explain why your into self mutilation
and don't jerk so hard when your engaged in masterbation
I don't want you to be hurt
your penis doesn't need to have blood spurt
it's ok to be a gay guy
I won't make fun of you- I won't even ask why
I just wanted to make my point clear
I just want people to know i didn't murder you becuase your queer.

next weapon- led mic's mutilated dick

[led_mic]

...nice little display "SOLDIER" you had a couple of hot lines...

...For the next piece we are going to keep in mind that I am a married man with 12
children all with different women and I have just impregnated a certain Lakota
bitch...guess who?... for a lucky 13th... she however is extremely possessive
because she wants this cock soooo badly...and she will not rest until she has
it all to herself...



Its late Monday afternoon and Im hurrying home/

I just left the reservation, "SOLDIER" loves giving dome/

There was a certain comment that she said as I came/

All over her wide face...It was me that was taking the blame/

Apparently the bitch was more or less three weeks late/

she said it happened when I entered RAW in her taint/

I almost faint, my knees grow weak, and I turn pale/

I wont be able to pay child support, Ill end up in Jail!/

I have twelve kids, I dont need a fucking thirteenth/

Why oh why dont I ever use a protective sheath?/

So as im zipping up my pants and she's wiping off her face/

I turn to go outside but she holds me back in place/

She stares into my eyes with her mischievious dripping smile/

She puts it very frankly: "You wont be leaving for a while"/

Before that I could fathom what she was trying to say/

She runs into her cabinet and pulls out a silver tray/

Along with a rusty blade the shape of fucking Tennessee/

It did not take me a country night to realize that my pee-pee/

Was in grave danger, similar to the World Trade Center/

Im going to need Condoleza to walk away with my member/

So as SOLDIER is approaching CRAZY BITCH MODE in her head/

I pretend that I trip and I reach under her straw bed/

I know from experience shes got a big brown dildo/

Its the same size as me so I slip it under my Jenco/

Since shes Lakota you can assume that shell fall for anything/

So I run into her dining room looking for ketchup packaging/

Sure enough the fat bitch enjoys eating fries/

I slip the packets in my pants hopefully she believes lies/

I turn to run for the door but only at half pace/

She catches up with me and she gives me a longing gaze/

She sets the plate down and I unzip my baggy pants/

I take her man toy out shes taking a baseball stance/

She takes one swift blow and I pop the ketchup packets/

Drop the wiener on the floor, ketchup drops on her tits/

What she does next is beyond logical comprehension/

It must have been the jealousy or the immense tension/

Like a sword swallower she deep throats the whole thing/

Isnt able to breathe and so she loses her conscious being/

Like an illegal immigrant I run for and out the door/

Jump into my car relieved and I do nothing but floor/

Good riddance Lakota tribe, im now officially off your land/

I cant be charged for murder the bitch killed herself first hand...

Kill me with a Broken Indian Treaty...

[100pr00f]

i walk into the bar bare fisted wit the spinners spinning on my leather fitted//
i saw this cowboy spiting his shit talking up a storm about the peace was just printed//
151 shots guns pop and threw back in to its home on the hip sock//
cheted tricks of a full house beating a straight cards hidden on his wrist lock//
bitch stop//
speak easy//
he needed money to feed the needy//
u cracked the law between 2 agrements of war u greedy//
the red skin skins the scalp off the top of mic when its out sprayed like grafitty///
died in the hands of a feather warrior man named soul freebe and thats the story of the slain led_can wit a mic in hand from a broken indian peace treaty//

n/w.............infected insects

[Abbott White]

yo led-mic i just read your rhyme at the top of the page...funny I actually do have a beard....but fuck all that gay shit...

[adedwutang]

my lines swarm ya body like infected insects/
i got 100 cases of proof that i just detected this reject/
im only 16 but i demand some respect/
u prolly dont walk how u talk so u need to get ya feet checked/
nah u got a nice verse and some good skills/
but i culd rape u wit less lines then the amount on cadillac grills/
but, my times up i got shit to do like payin my bills/
ur moms pretty expensive kid, but when she suck my dick it gives me chills/
dont front on my shit man i kno u like it/
only thing i wish is that these suckas dont bite it/
so ill let the next nigga say some shit about my age/
dont worry i wont flip out and turn to a tempered rage/
not like u care any wayz sittin in ur house all day like its a fuckin cage/
u so out of date u prolly still waitin for a page/
so wut i talk shit about the guy postin above and beneath me/
either way i dont give a fuck cuz they still cant beat me/
maybe the next post is from jamel the prophet cuz hopefully he can foresee me/
in my mind theres only a handfull of niggas in here that can defeat me/

[adedwutang]

N/W Calender

[SICKRICH]

I'll Give You Sum Respect Then Take It Back'
So Dope Peruvians Use Me To Lace There Raps'
At First I Was Taken Back' But These Haten Rats'
Aint Respondin So Im Pacen Laps'
And Theres No Escapen These Flamin Gats'
Neurotrans Spit And Your Brain Gets Lapsed'
Retrain Your Hats'
Gain Brain Mustle And Hustle Game To Match'
I'll Detain Your Ass' Untill You Stop Violating The Game With Trash'
Next Emcee Please Come Flamen Back'
Cuz Wack Text Will Leave You Taimed And Waxed....

[Abbott White]

I love when people don't use the weapon and then don't leave one...I guess it is a pretty hard concept to grasp...

[Treazon]

ill just use the calender...

yo flip it to August 2005, Six is live
everyday on the calender checked off takin' more rapper's lives
but you in perticular, not quite as articulate
got the mouth for battle son you can suck my dick wit it
like Syk Wit It, gimme the mic im trife, Treazon is sick wit it
anything good come outta this boy's mouth i guarentee he bit it
sunday thru monday, tuesday wednsday to thursday, even friday and saturday
i cant even count the level im at today,
just another body, adedwutang ya shouldn't have come out to play
passin' gas enough to whip ya ass Six is first class you pass away
ill need a few more calenders cuz these scars are here to stay
richochet bullets flyin' every way, everyday, i told you not to come and play
maybe ill need a few years worth, plot your last days on earth
mind'll burst, lyrical torture cuz Six can make you curse ya birth



next weapon --> a giant fan hanging from the ceiling


edit: sickrich you got some nice shit man, just stick to the topic of the game

[Life-Giving-Sword]

death dealing swordsman spittin out rhymes
blow by blow / line by line
creepin up from behind reset on your mind
fuck that my blade in your back
slice you to your nutsack
cut in half twice the man you where before
turn to a demon BITCH WHY YOU SCREAMIN!!
kick you to the ceilin slice you some more
meatgrindin action bloody raindance on the floor
your biggest fan got you tear you to pieces
now kiss my ass and eat my fieces
now killin your family nephews and nieces
peace out cuz i hate you to pieces


----weapon of choice = cell phone


BTW this is my first post EVER nice rhymes treazon!!

[Treazon]

same to yourself man....welcome to the Corp

[JOHNNY_TICAL]

WEAPON... OF CHOICE.. FEELING AS THOUGH.. IN RIGHT .. PLACE . .. HAVE ABOUT 1 MONTH.. HERE. .. NEVER VISIT.. > HOTBOXING. .. ONE LINE. RHYME.. THREAD... < COVER FACE.. .. PARANOID.. SEEN NOISE.. < HABITUAL.. GANJA.. LISTEN.. < EXPLICIT.. CONTINUOUS. .. MISSION.. < DISCOVER.. WEIRD.. GODDESS STEREO.. TYPE.. > CELL PHONE.. RING.. < HEAD BAND .. WITH LONG. HAIR.. POST..MILLENIUM.. pINK? ABUSIVE.. PICTURE. SING.. > INSTANT.. MESSAGE. .4 THOSE.. WEAK.. > 2005 NOT THE 70'S .... BOTTOMS.. . HIT.. A BELL.. > POTHEAD.. INHALE.. EXHALE.. NO HIPPIE. ..> CAN I USE THE SAME WORD.. ? < WELL.. .. CLEAN AS FUCK ... CLAIRBORNE.. SPORT... SMELL.. > RIDING IN THE COUPE... MANAFACTURER.. TELL.. .. ECONOMIC.. BOOSTS.. CREDIBLE.. OIL INFLATION.. < SELL > INLINE 4 .. ENGINE.. DWELL.. < BASS CLEF.. OR TREBLE.. CLEF.. INSTRUMENT.. ALLOW. .. BEAUTIFUL... . SOUND.. KEPT.... KEY... NURTURE... BREATH... > MORE.. CLASSIC.. THAN GANG STARR.. CASE.. CLOSED.. < MARCH.. SACRED.. FAVORITE ART... < TRUMPET.. > STRINGS.. BEYOND.. LIMITS... OUT OF TONE.. > MUTHA FUCKIN.. HIGH AS FUCK .. BLOWN.. ! SMOKE.. ESCAPE.. COMMUNICATION... < COMPLETE... SNEAK HIATUS ... FORGIVENESS.. SAVE US .. . < DESTROY... MICROCHIPS.. WIRES.. < NUMBER.. SAY MUCH.. . THREADS IN TIRE... ALPHABET DIAL TOUCH.. < THREATS.. ENOUGH... U ALREADY.. KNOW... > CONGREGATING.. TOKE.. < BLOW UP.. MOBILE.. TELEPHONE.. !

[JOHNNY_TICAL]

Weapon....... Of .. Choice.. > Hooka.. Bong.

[Life-Giving-Sword]

Originally Posted by JOHNNY_TICAL

WEAPON... OF CHOICE.. FEELING AS THOUGH.. IN RIGHT .. PLACE . .. HAVE ABOUT 1 MONTH.. HERE. .. NEVER VISIT.. > HOTBOXING. .. ONE LINE. RHYME.. THREAD... < COVER FACE.. .. PARANOID.. SEEN NOISE.. < HABITUAL.. GANJA.. LISTEN.. < EXPLICIT.. CONTINUOUS. .. MISSION.. < DISCOVER.. WEIRD.. GODDESS STEREO.. TYPE.. > CELL PHONE.. RING.. < HEAD BAND .. WITH LONG. HAIR.. POST..MILLENIUM.. pINK? ABUSIVE.. PICTURE. SING.. > INSTANT.. MESSAGE. .4 THOSE.. WEAK.. > 2005 NOT THE 70'S .... BOTTOMS.. . HIT.. A BELL.. > POTHEAD.. INHALE.. EXHALE.. NO HIPPIE. ..> CAN I USE THE SAME WORD.. ? < WELL.. .. CLEAN AS FUCK ... CLAIRBORNE.. SPORT... SMELL.. > RIDING IN THE COUPE... MANAFACTURER.. TELL.. .. ECONOMIC.. BOOSTS.. CREDIBLE.. OIL INFLATION.. < SELL > INLINE 4 .. ENGINE.. DWELL.. < BASS CLEF.. OR TREBLE.. CLEF.. INSTRUMENT.. ALLOW. .. BEAUTIFUL... . SOUND.. KEPT.... KEY... NURTURE... BREATH... > MORE.. CLASSIC.. THAN GANG STARR.. CASE.. CLOSED.. < MARCH.. SACRED.. FAVORITE ART... < TRUMPET.. > STRINGS.. BEYOND.. LIMITS... OUT OF TONE.. > MUTHA FUCKIN.. HIGH AS FUCK .. BLOWN.. ! SMOKE.. ESCAPE.. COMMUNICATION... < COMPLETE... SNEAK HIATUS ... FORGIVENESS.. SAVE US .. . < DESTROY... MICROCHIPS.. WIRES.. < NUMBER.. SAY MUCH.. . THREADS IN TIRE... ALPHABET DIAL TOUCH.. < THREATS.. ENOUGH... U ALREADY.. KNOW... > CONGREGATING.. TOKE.. < BLOW UP.. MOBILE.. TELEPHONE.. !

wtf fuck was that? fuck it since he didnt leave a weapon i leave this...

WEAPON OF CHOICE = lighter

[adedwutang]

c'mon jonny i kno u culd do better then that/
for god's sake man atleast fix ur format/
i herd a better verse from a whore on crack/
actually... she was smokin on a hooka bong/
either way that was some stupid ass song/
back to tha verse, dont let me heat up cuz u kno it hurts when i burst/
all bull aside ima take care of this shit first/
u sound like one of those rappers from down south/
u wuldnt kno a good line if it came outta ya own mouth/
if u wrote down ur rhymes i would blaze thru it wit the shit on ur sig/
i only like to post for battles which is a reason im gettin big/
already becomin a legend man and people say im still a kid/
people round here love me cuz my shit they can dig