Face it, your too pussy to execute decapitations, and too bitch made, for masturbation,
the way you type, makes me truly believe, you have, zero education,
I do not need an explanation, much less a confirmation, i'm contemplating your situation as I keep erecting circles round your hesitation...
You can take this ass kickin like it was your mission, or stand-up be a man and somewhat start dissin, but when you come up missin, don't expect nothing less than incisions, come on man, why would you put your family in that position?
snitchin will get you killed, and ammo is full of thrills, load up the gats and prepare for the battle of skills, but you cannot come equipped so quit and keep quiet for real, cause I have been waiting for somebody to bleed so I can feed the sharks another meal..

Too bitch made for masturbation?
stupid should be plastered across this bastards face an
it's impossible to have zero education
moron... hows my dick been tasting.. you seem complacent
dictating dick all day its all balls and shaft hes been facing
talk about my family an I'll bury your ass in my basement
make you one of the people under the stairs an use your bones and hips as step replacements
"I'll fuck you up, down, left, right, coming, and going I'll get so close to you, so close it breaks you"....
Leave you in the den gaz-elle like Gabrielle the lion ate through

http://www.metacafe.com/watch/an-tnt...oves_by_touch/

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=563xkXq4duw

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ux0DulsfZx0

Ammo? Bitch!! I'm not scared of a Slingshot.
Only thing you'll Pop is Nuts in a Tissue then tell your mamma it's Snot.
This is what i think of your drop, Your shits a blown Septic Tank.
Talking about Guns like you doing Drive by's off a Skateboard Ramp.
Your whole style needs to be Revamped, Bitch Shoot It In The Head!!
Take it back to the drawing board, All you'll get is 44 Stars full of Lead..
I'm like a Bull seeing Red.. Your'e the Shit comin out his Asshole.
Are You Mad HO??
You could'nt kick up more Dust than a Vaccum Bag Hold..
That's right Bitch i'll fold your Paper Guns n Tie Knots around your Knife.
You got the type of AMMO that the Cayotte buys from Acme at a low price.
For real though fuck your life. My road runs through your livingroom.
Your Tears are Manifested Fears.
Even your Colon will be scared. Bitch you'll be Shittin Doom.
You could'nt shoot me at High Noon in the Old West.
It's best you step in your Ern before i turn this Thread into a Western Text.

See if you put me in the basement, you must be super iffy,
cause your mom said, you still sleep down there, with jimmy,
luckily I can pick locks, retreat to safety with no problems in a jiffy,
but there ain't no reason for me to worry, cause you will not come get me..
and if you tryna fuck me everywhere, then ima charge you fifty,
soon as you whip out your dick, ima stab you, and take back my fifty.
If cock and balls are your kind of privacy, admit it boy don't lie to me,
if you was to hit the lottery you'd blow it all on private scenes.
you really need to rethink your non-effective dialogue,
before I have to explain your final chapter in a monologue,
ima dirty dog, stop and rob, you poor bitches need to find a job,
cause your lyrics are not close enough to compete with this raw.

im not a slingshot, I gotta full metal jacket, your not shocking anybody when you admit your a faggot, if your high voltage? it's just static, I'm a fucking lightning storm maggot, so go ahead and unplug yourself and i'll let the rest of you have it....
grab the semi automatic and construct havoc at the skatepark,
your kid tried to Ollie, got popped, on his skateboard,
now you can get molly whopped and I still got twenty more,
so when your ready for war bring your best mop cause there will be a bloody floor..
guts and gore and violent types of open pores, I could of swore I told you beware what you were in for..

I kill this fag without mags instead I'll use a syringe of agent orange
pick up his skate board and beat his skull until it concaves his reindeer horns
this ain't a game I'm here to shape these dorks
carve out their eyes with razor blades, and eat with plates, spoons and forks
and replace the gapin whole with muriatic acid corks
cut his chest open blood soaken left to be eatin by raging boars

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eYhUytwoWOA

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X7ffCWSTNYM

Call me Dexter Morgan when im transforming your organs,
rearranging your appetite, since balls was all you were ordering,
plates knives and forks? you sure do go all out!
heat up a fuckin hot pocket and shut your fuckin mouth,
you ain't shit, just headed the same direction, south,
my homies can get you flushed out, turned into a coat and boots now,
tell me what it is, in this life of yours you seek?
could it be the fact you still tryna reach the peak or passed it now just wasting speech.

This dude can't take the heat
the only reason hes headed south is cause I cut off his feet
I dropped my zipper and he went to reach and peek
until I drop kicked him and knock out what was left of his teeth

you ain't cutting shit, cept for when you pinch one off early,
watch this magic trick, two middle fingers up, twin birdies.
you will never be in a position to actually hurt me,
if I gave you the opportunity you'd back out with an emergency

Wow we have Larry and Moe where's curly?
poke you in the eye with your own double birdie
with you biting your own ear there's no need surly
if you gave me opportunity you would be buried




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See im hella rude, with a wicked destructive attitude, I could take you off this earth in other words no long or latitude, I could shatter you, and dispose of matter too, I work at a slaughterhouse so taking care of you is something id rather us not talk about dude.

It's not a burden I lived three lives before
an old soul so sick of living I'm knocking on the coroners door
gotta crocked eye I felt your presents when you walked in I swore
you drove a rolls royce yellin buy sprite from the store
I have no goals except collecting souls and endure
the torture of any joe hell you would think I came back for more

I hope all goes well, in hell, when you drop dead,
consider the world a past-life and commence when the dark says,
too bad the little riddles do not connect inside your head,
or you'd be like gahhh damn did you see what he said..

blaaah

you can fire shots till tha barrel gets worn down
fuck ammo, im all out, go all out pull tha hammer uh thor out
now you got some prollems, whatchu runnin off from?
aint got but one option catch this thunder droppin
watch it get cloudy, see me step out it shrouded in piff
dont act like you know meee, ya whole steez low key
on some cowardly shit, you aint bout it bouut it you biiiiiitch
this a calm effort, you tryin hard, sweating
tryn and box getchya arms severed, half steppin?
sharp weapon, draw -slick as art - pick a part, measured
you get picked apart, target specific sections
embed it in ya leg where ya arteries stretchin
pardon the dead, ya last seconds you aint watch whatchu said?
put a part in tha top half of ya head
show it whats left of yuh body, watch that instead

boy you need to step to me with ease, or else I will break your knees,
put the gerber to your kidney's, laugh hysterically while you bleed,
im only giving you this warning cuz apparently you think your hot shit,
son im brewing up a brain storm of vicious plots to end your life with...
and for the record you can't rhyme, hit em with the punch line,
too bad i'll never see you in jail or else i'd poke you somewhere round lunch time,
understand these shots, they call me ammo for a reason
I stay cocked, loaded, and ready to kill i'ts gun season.

yuuhknoww

still rockin on this stormy cloud
holwing fuck whatchu talkin bout
ya body lying with tha chalk around
took ya aura out you too watered down
im sunning you, tha all father
show you how a son should do
aint no 'in our fathers' i am god!
why you botherin ya judgement due
& i aint bulletproof, buthchu aint a threat
u just ammo...without shit to make it projects
riiight, lil nigga brought a knife to a comet shower
i transcend space & time fuck on the hour

blah cant be fucked

#1

that knife cuts deep..... ninja skills you can't defeat,
surely you can see de-feet....... when my knife line repeats...
say good bye to achilles, ten-don to the next one,
matter fact you sunning me is something that cannot be done,
I am ammo, meet my gun, yea his name is tommy umm,
I would not shake hands with him, because he's a rugged son of a gun..

I listen well I heard the word and had the bird as clientele
I'm a diamond that out shines and stays confined in the depths of hell
silly how you think you have riddles but I'm the one who shelled them out
all things done like through word of mouth I'm already there how could I be heading south
I pulled the poles there magnetic and rule as wealth
a shame I don't have to aim to see your demise with what you call your self
your just the destructor a square box that sits on the shelves
Is this what you are is that what you see inside your self

fuck it I'm beside myself
I seen me eying me
reached over ignoring rover
and all the irony
and started choking my other self
climbed the dresser to the top shelf
and came down with a flying brian knee
He was on top but that wasn't stopping me
told him that hip hops dead
as dead as seas
I denied an said
"yeah as dead as piracy and privacy"
that's when I pulled the belt
out orions pants an made him spin
like translated in greek mythology
looked over and seen me copy me an
jumped on the sword screaming monogamy

Santa Clause is a bitch.
He don't ever wanna be seen. This children's matrix has a glitch.
I've been creepin around and saw a stash. No Sega Genesis.
Fuck that nigga! He never wanna say hi... Just like Script's father n' shit.
Kids in my class leave him cookies. For his bitchassness he gets an empty dish.

I'm gonna write the Pole a strongly worded letter.

The letter H.

Ho Ho Ho, Muthafucker! I'll extort Script's lunch money out of him fa Christmas.
I want two power rangers, a power wheel jeep, powerpuffs for Script's sis...
A Gameboy pocket, pokemon blue/red... and my Sega with cartridges.
If he don't deliver, I'mma fuck him up next Black Friday... he'll miss gift trips!

Please Santa... be the dad I never had... I swear I'll never be naughty again...