So this is how it goes, I write four bars... then pass it on to the next guy. But within, I have to use a weapon, once Im done, I give a weapon to the next guy like "toothpick" and he has to create 4 bars, using the word toothpick, it doesn't matter if he kills someone with it, rhymes with it, or even mentions it, but it has to have toothpick in it, AND HAS TO MAKE SENSE... Then the next guy gives a different weapon to the next lyricist...


1st Weapon: Grim Reaper


Im sick and Im twisted
my lyrics hit with a vengance,
its so contagious and deadly its like Im spittin a sickness,
anyone says otherwise, you'll get dropped this instance,
cuz my lyrics killed so many people I put the grim reaper out of business...


next weapon: Drums

Out of the business, here I come to witness,
it's relentless, as I give nigga's the business,
hit them over the head, with a hammer and a drum,
I leave their mind numb, cause these nigga's is dumb,

next weapon: kunai knife

You can try, but watch as the kunai fly's
Right by ya face, jus might take out ya eye's
Now ya blind only seeing big bright lights
I dont miss when,
You get hit wit dis steel throwing knife...

Next Weapon: Grenade

Look homie, you know I don't play/
pull out the switch blade, and watch me toss my grenade/
in the wilderness, yeah, I'm running out of time/
like Optimus prime, I'm way beyond my time/...

Next Weapon: "Shuriken"

I'm from tha town where I here now adays they snitch'n men,
Fake hustlers, aint seen too many benjamins,
We 'n' all black look'n like we carry shurikens,
But we aint Martial Artist, We write statements with 'r' pistol Pens,

Next Weapon: your HANDS (take it back to the old left and right)

I'll give you the hands, like Roy Jones in his prime,
I try to be like Ali, the great of all time,
but in a rhyme, their is no rules, nor the gimmicks,
I kick mad rhymes from the mind so you can hear it...

Next Weapon: "Fist of Fury"

im the judge and the jury
my verdict hit hard feel it in ur chest like the FIST OF FURY
im on top and niggaz tryin to pass me up
dont speak no niggaz need to ask me what
i love these fake rappers that pretend to be hard
im here to save game like a memory card


blow torch