The official kill the guy above you thread

[Ballad Ballistik]

BUSH'S HEAD IS A WEAPON..
IF THE MOUTH IS POINTED IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION...
HIS WORDS OF WAR ARE POINTED AT OUR MID-SECTIONS..
HES ENOUGH TO CAUSE THE LIVING-DEAD ERECTIONS...
HELL THROW US ON AFGHAN FOR SOME COLLECTION...
LEFT THE BLIND WITH NO KNOWN MINE DETECTION....
HE PICKS THE CREM OF THE CROP AND THEN INJECTS THEM....
WITH IS STUPID ASS FACE ...HE HAS NO COMPLEXION..
I DIDNT VOTE FOR HIM AT THE TIME OF ELECTION...
BUT THAT DUDE KNOWS HOW TO TAX COLLECT EM.....
I DONT HAVE TO SAY MORE....HE CANT RESURRECT THEM......
THAT WAS A EASY ONE...BUSH'S HEAD KILLS ALL GOOD MEN...
WITH NO RESPECT SON..
NEXT WEAPON ...R.J REYNOLDS...............

[led_mic]

THE CAUSE:

"Tobacco isnt wacko, get rid of the Surgeon's warning!/

Lung Cancer is curable it rarely involves embalming/

Our main concern is the lack of commercials on T.V./

But life goes on we've got an ad in Superman 3/

So long as we relate it to the land of the free/

And we keep on manufacturing one out of every three/

We'll never break the CAMEL'S back and we'll keep it real KOOL/

We'll make sure to sell the candy smokes to the kids afterschool/

It's the SALEM witch trials, we'll keep their lungs at the steak/

Burnt lung flesh ECLIPSING the pink they're almost baked..."/


THE EFFECT:

Convenience store sliding doors open with a 'ding'/

In walks BALLAD BALLISTIK without a clue of anything/

He asks for another pack, tobacco tax included/

Every dollar a step back, no Skittles for his kid/

Days grow to years as cravings bring out tears/

A final trip to the doctor confirms his greatest fears...

[led_mic]

Kill me by Sucking my Penis too much...

[nut_end]

anything goes when free for all lets go holding no
bars to unjar the neck clog like a bottle upon inspect whats the rush
must be the funds thats slush causing others to gush to brush
off some crumbs while mum on whats done bespeaking sums
when part holes like stoles wrap around heads then froze seen that when asses get blow yeah kiss the sky being only way till pigs fly wrapped in blankets like
a banquet buffet bank it and stuff it the dough filling fears and instilling
leers from looks from shook piece meal of gawkers can't uplift nor be stoppers
on this strip to streak a mill when thou send be grand exponentially
out stand the crowd in awe inspiring rip roaring leads of pioneering
to kill with ability leaving them awaken to whats the possibility.

next weapon: baton

[Grim Reapa]

Ya,

Dont ask me why but i was in a baton twrirlin contest
Nigga heckled my act so I beat him down like Ron Artest
I took my baton why his body was at rest
And I said meet your maker bitch cuz u bout to die.
Homicide, feel the vibe of my baton as i reached it to the sky
Kurplunk! Blunt instrument cracked his skull in three places
At lest what i counted before i had to make like a black man and run base

weapon BARBARA Bush's pussy

[InvincibleArmor79]

who got that, white shit, elastic prick, strong enough to manhandle?
vernakula, whiskey dick, quick to stick the loose cannon/
loose cannon? yeah barb bushs pussy wider than the grand canyon/
this cat so hooked, like a crack fiend, his mouth is so demandin/
puts his face between the lips, gives his bitch a sloppy kiss/
resembles grits, how fuck did vern swallow barbs clitoris?
with swiftness, this mans gift is the ability to cure arthritis/
so when i write this, vernukula buried his face deep in this white bitch/
contracted herpes, drank a slurpee and touched that shit like midas/

fuck it.. not good...

n/w.... ass thermometer

[DVSK]

first of all these weapons are gettin fukin stoopid man

[DVSK]

yo my 150 engine burned down last night
my erasers down to the tip and i lost my crack pipe
but today at the clinic it mustve been a blessin
cuz within the next docs patients ass i found my new weapon
it stunk to me funkedy but i couldnt complain
so i shoved it in the docs ear till it pushed into his brain
as i pulled it out, it read a buck 20
security hastlin me im like "what the fuck you want from me?"
they desired my precious dagger of plastic filled wit mercury
so i made like the doc himself and startin performing sergury
went to 79's crib to set an unexpecting trap
put an arrow head on the tip stuck it in the couch and went out back
the door knob turned and surely enuff he entered
he was tired, took a seat and his ass was splintered
i figured he'd be done if it penetrated the middle
ihear giggles hes hoppin up and down sayin " this tickles"

next weapon: Rusty Chair

[Ballad Ballistik]

stunac i aint want to crack your back...
with this rusty chair..its so unfair....
but o well let them sirens blair...
Sirens Sirens Sirens...
i hired this kid for a job,, but he just sat there...
complaining his wages aren't fair...
so i ask "why the dumb blank stare"...
he says "i just dont f.cking care"...
so i say "go shit in your underwear"...
he says "say it again and ill swear"...
so i say "go ahead i fucking dare"...
he jumps up and i grab the rusty chair...
swing it hitting him on the part of his hair..
now hes retired with no 401k shares....
o well let them sweet sirens blair........
weapon.... a fountain pen......

[led_mic]

Tip pressing, ink stressing all over papyrus/

Ancient secrets undressing from the mind of Osirus/


Wisdom passing like instants handed down to the infants/

Crushing ignorance like insects, by the frown of elephants/

Unfortunate coincidence, Ballistik had no chance/

Of reading the material perfected by experience/

Fountain wisdom of the pen would have saved your soul/

Again the kingdom of the ten times ten controls you whole...


Kill me with the Pope's pointy hat...

[nut_end]

vacuate the vatican all catholics are born to sin
said i as i demystify the pope and bishops their arches
are mistook no bridge to go over with his mobile
its not formadable taking his rings and jewlery and all
he stands treat him like a roman speaking greek which
i understand so he wrings his hands saying our fathers and
mother of lamb on pulpit pontificating so took him to the arena
show whos forsaken stripped of all while i had the head piece
had him gag on the hat til roar of lions came flooding back


next weapon: your spare rib

[DVSK]

walkin through the ave from the distance i saw two faggs
the sounds of slashing occured till i heard a gag
the pope behind a car pissin his robe and shit
jumped in the nearest phone booth and came out psupa spick!!
the mear mortal approached me talkin all kinds of nonsense
i couldve killed him there till i heard the voice of my consience
which distracted me and while jimminy said please stop
he beat me like im a minority and he was a cop
the popes hat was in my side im like look what u did!!!
but when i pulled it out on the tip was my broken rib
i wasnt out of the fight yet and the popes hat was broken
so i took my bloody rib and slashed his face in 1 motion
i was in luck LED MIC stopped by smilin and laffin
i took his vibrator from him, NUT END came towards me i thru it at him
he was distracted playin wit it while it bought me some time
i shoved it in his face now im alive to say this rhyme

n/w: mariah careys high note

[led_mic]

Heart beating, pulsating, the baseline is picking/

Vocal chords vibrating, percussion is ticking/

Mariah looking up, a bead of sweat is forming/

Faces in the crowd suspended like the sky when its storming/

Lips part, sound emitted, golden gates of heaven sway/

But in the crowd lies a man no knowledge of powers at play/

Notes arise and fall like the tide meeting the sand/

Instrumental intercourse holding together like hands/

Climax "Carrying" a note shatters and splits the sky/

Stunacino's ears splatter, and embarassed says goodbye...


Kill me with one of Stunacino's repetitive rhymes, maybe make a reference to homosexuality to mix it up and make it original...

[Ballad Ballistik]

after reading stunacino bit
your asking your father why do faggs gag.. ?
son im not sure why those spicks like playing in shit..
dad i think its nonsense, i like it on my consience
alright son stop... remember im a cop..
dad did i mention i like the ribbed...
son your broken,, shooting you in one motion..
now hes laffin like damn him...
then says he should of spent more time on rhymes..
i think that was all the rhymes... o well i tried.
next weapon ...spinach can

[Jabba Jaw]

im goin ballistik, tear the spinach can so its jagged n rigid
actin sadistic, slice ya neck grab the can n im stabbin you with it

next weapon- a toe nail clipping