The official kill the guy above you thread

[MARCUS-MTL-WU-LIFESTYLE]

sorry..I forgot.. THE next weapon is a COLONY OF RED ANTS!

[Sicka than aidZ]

Originally Posted by the messiah

turnin up tha volume on channel 3, i pig tied this nigga in close proximity to tha tv,
it was easy, i stood on his feet and put barrel between his rotten widsom teeth,
a second strap on his left eye lid, read tha bretta imprint from earlier's pistol whip,
this faggots still tryin ta talk shit, i saw em lookin at his pet turtle so i killed it,
taught um about catchin feelings then cherry pied his brains on tha ceiling

fuck you sicka, keep my name out ur mouth, startin shit with everybody u wack ass chump take them faggot rhymes another place

peace and respect to the rest of wu corp, big ben, proof, skale, on point and ronin, real shit!!!!



next weapon- a feather

u edited a diss.....oh well...yo, listen up an chill.....that cat I-Legit goes by 7th messiah, i'd dont think your 7th messiah man, sorry for confusing you,...faggot rhymes?...ima put that behind me cuz it's to untrue,...peace

[Sicka than aidZ]

my styles the fuckin bomb,...U need to turn your "miracle ear" back on.../
never lost, went wrong or gave a damn what folks be trippin out on.../
but whatever...my intelligence says it all.../
rally up a thousand red ants an make em pitch u off niagra falls

wep-avatar

[ON POINT]

is the weapon a feather or an avatar? Ill smash yalls beef when I use both of those to smash both of yall, bad and raw magic feather in the cap summons the avatars I've had a war with every essence in existence no rap on par with that oh Lord Krishna kill these kittens with the wrath of God images of his essence come down from heaven and are attacking yall you pass on I use your dead bodies to step on when I take the feather from the hat and stab each of you thru the ear to drain your brains

next- clouds

[damaja]

On point, man? You must be having a joke/
With raps like that, you're sure to be broke.
With your head in the clouds, thinking those crazy things/
You might aswell go all the way, grow a tail and wings.
Cos you just a little birdy, and I am a damn dragon/
You just burned, tweety pie. I could go on and on....

Next: Bucket of piss

[ON POINT]

how you think you kill me by calling me tweety bird, my head is in clouds of ganja so thick I could die now observe when I play a real practical joke and have you exit the buildin but theres a 50 gallon bucket full of urine above the door chillin untill you you trip it, it falls on you and you fall in it and sip it and the poisionus acid in it makes you die before you run outta breath so son check yourself and inspect your next post before you reply and wreck yourself

[ON POINT]

next weapon: Iron Flag

[PolitiC]

ima pile all wannabe rappers who dont realase theyre really wack
ima climb on that hill and crown myself the king and shove iron flag on highest bodys ass crack
so p. fights the way to be da undisputed king of the hill
with yo last breaths only thing youll see is me tearing ya bitch flesh and making the kills youll see how down the hill youre blood spills
last words outta ya bitch mouth will be pegging for mercy
p gotta be crazy mass murder bitch rappers they aint shit just actors
learn the lesson im always on point
ya think ya hot talking shit smoking that oregano-joint
ima make u hot burn ya ass pour gaseline on the shit then lay the cutted wire
it will start 10 000 degree fire
people vomit the smell is so bad
last thing standin on the body pile will be my iron flag

next: barbwire

[Funk_Dock]

my raps are unique / usin my technique to mess up ur physique / im complete / while your sittin there hearin my lines / im out spittin rhymes for the good of mankind / u see me and run / ill burn u like the sun / and leave u prayin like a nun / smash u right in the face with a pole of a flag / ull b switchin sides quick, just like a fag

next weapon : Chainsaw

[100pr00f]

what is the smell in this tread...beef// ima mic rip ya ima beast when it come to killing u lyricaly in this feast//its the poison straight from the east sicka killa whith any peice// ima god to weapons sticks staff...check out my wu-tang sword when i rip u in half// shailin style imatate any animal like a snake in the grass razer sharp bites attacks like sharp glass// so what is the task is it really so hard to blow ur brains off// but ur fullmeatal jacket on fat kid couse ur going awall rip through ur skin wit the chainsaw// this shit aint nothing when i keep it cutting till the chains off//

weapon: a yoyo

[100pr00f]

lol i just notiest ur sig sicka

ive been quoted lol

[The Ghost]

Yo son just got me, his girl looking foxy
I'm wondering if she trying to spend the night at the Roxy
My man approach me like he had a problem
I got time just in case he wanted to solve it
We settle our dispute in a man 2 man fist fight
He hit me with a bottle, in my pocket was a yo yo
I kicked like we in the shaolin dojo
Yo stumbled I climb on top of him as he fell
Choked him with a yo yo wire as his head began to swell
Now to his misory this story has to end
Took the yo yo from the mans bloody neck and gave it 2 my friend

next weapon: lab mice

[MARCUS-MTL-WU-LIFESTYLE]

creep through my doors you wannabe scientist ^, my lab is smelling like mice and piss,as you enter a room with computer data, lab mice with blood red eyes are looking at ya, making horrible squeekie noises of death cause the last thing they ate was a 13 inch torantula , I saw u enter my lab with my surveillance cameras, shut the lights off in the whole building , your scared now wondering 'what the fuck is happening ?!', your hearing the squeeks of mice even loader, and I'm sick so I give them human blood at the 7th hour, let them loose with my equipement, I could see u panic! red eyes all over u with a deadly virus, one bite could mean your life and theres thousands...all over you! mother fucker you died right there 'cause u chose to! breaking in my lab u didn't know what the hell u were going through, lab mice with blood red eyes ate you, I'm going to have to clean the little pieces of crap on the floor knowing it once was u!


next weapon ------------> CHUCKY !

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Haunt cha dream make it a reality didn't think this lil doll got brains
incorperated into him man/
spirited serial killer childs best friend intertwined chop my victim named
Marcus up like straight target practice/
call me CHUCKY white pail face freckled pipe sqeek incarnated doll
ready to spring on e'm yall/
the moral of the story is i'm hang marcus by his chain
and call the cops/
and say it was accident man remain in the play pen wit the kin and po-po won't expect a thing/

weapon: crueifix

[100pr00f]

i advance wit my skill killa vamps// i was born to hunt couse god made me man and 2 weapons calld hands// u just a demon blood sucka with the devils stamp a pown a insect like ants//..im calling u out in trance bitch get use-to-it// the dual is on as i tape together
2-huge-sticks// the sun shines high as u sleep it off sheep u at fult impale ur skull with my cruecifix//

weapon: bag of grain