Weapon /torcher Cypher....get Graphic...only Elite Emcees Though!!!!

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  1. VERSUS RENEGADE

    VERSUS RENEGADE EUTHANASIA......

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    I toss rappers in the Iron Maiden within a FLAMING FIRE BASEMENT on any DESIRED OCCASION...Till i'm tired of Waitin' for you to bleed to death and expire to SATAN...lol

    Keep it goin FOLKS
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  2. VERSUS RENEGADE

    VERSUS RENEGADE EUTHANASIA......

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    I don't give a Fukk about thresholds of pain you're able to maintain....When I get Crazed and Derranged....I'm Quite strange...When I rake your face with a Bike Chain drunk off a quart of Night Train...
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  3. 2Shay

    2Shay Englands Finest

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    1. Elite Emcees Only...HA..
    2. You Said be graphic then you were'nt.
    3. whats with the short line...

    meh phukit have a cypher...


    I'll Acid Bath You Till Ya Skin Shed's No Doubt,
    Then Cover You Wit' Sand To Dry You Out,
    Remove Your Mouth...So You Can't Fuckin Scream,
    Hang You By Your Intestines Whilst Filmin' The Whole Scene,
    Your Whole Splean...
    Sliced Right In Front of You,
    Eyeball Removed n Spliced Now Your Seein Double Too,
    I Hate 2 Trouble You But Can I Borrow A Knife...
    Coz Now Ive Finished This Fuckin' Cypher Ima Go Butcher Your Wife...​
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  4. SpeedyCalhoun

    SpeedyCalhoun Obviously...

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    1st step: Quick blow to the back of your head'll make you eject tounsils/
    2: Reach through the nose, and pull your spinal cord through your left noustril/
    3: Set fire to it, and wrap it around your neck, pull/
    4: Pop your head off, and swing your spine like a chain, waiting on the next fool/
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  5. Gam30v3r

    Gam30v3r New Member

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    rippin out the intestines... cruel?, I blessin you with shrapnel til ya flesh is blue,
    testin you,/ electroshocks to ya muscles, flexin you,/
    you vexed at who, watch as I tape, break and mess with you/
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  6. twdIDescipleI

    twdIDescipleI New Member

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    Love 2 see some Carnage & blood/Purely Sadistic/carcus-and-guts
    Heartless as thugs/ comin out of his heart-is-some-bugs/
    layin in the dark-on-a-rug/throat ripped out/all This kuz he Started-to-Mugg
    sparkin-some-bud/conversatin with hollows/then walk in tha Park-with-some-slugs
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  7. SpeedyCalhoun

    SpeedyCalhoun Obviously...

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    Normally the attitude isn't triflin, but today/
    I'm dead wrong, and shitting on any desciple in my way/
    Soak ya dome in lighter fluid, start lighting up ya face/
    Yo girl see you on fire, but I'm still the one to "brighten" up her day/
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  8. DBrown

    DBrown New Member

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    My eyes widen, at the thought of syphonin blood to spray..
    Before I slide the knife in, every time I pray..
    They stay awake, I'm takin breaths in little amounts..
    The spittle in they mouth bubbles out red, then I can bounce..
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  9. CaTchW0n

    CaTchW0n New Member

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    I'll catch a relapse abrutly attach ya skeleton structure
    to the back of a bumper go days of thunder around the country
    moving at dumb speeds, till ya melonin scraped entirely
    annihilate ya irony...Tie Bob wire around your knees
    while you bench press 250 pounds, I rinse all the alcohol u need
    collect bacterial disease medics amputate please
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  10. M-theory

    M-theory Saint Esprit

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    I'm a razorblade, slicin' away, enticin' blood to shoot out of your veins
    Inspired by rage, when it pours it rains, red as it flows down the drain
    Pain ordained by disdain, contained within the grain of the insane brain
    Playin' charades, loose the tight grip from your wrists, life's just a phase
    Then gaze into the light above the terrain as it keeps flashin' your name
    Tragically slain by the doublesided mirror of love/hate, a passionate flame
    I've come to show the tainted janes the true beauty behind a painted face
    That comes from the inside, ain't it great to be delivered away from grace?
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  11. Doobie

    Doobie New Member

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    I'l leave your bones broken, like tones of your voice
    Have me pin points to your brain, an make it your choice
    A heat burst, heart stop, nose bleed till your dick drops
    Eye lids peel , while I'l sit back smoke weed, and have
    You feel my punches as I slowly squeeze your lungs out
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  12. Sir Bustalot

    Sir Bustalot I am Jesus

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    so savage ill eat ya soul with beef in a bowl
    skewer your feet on a pole, cut out ya spleen and feed it to ya whole!
    store ya in the freezer fo hours till ya more than cold
    then put ya in a hot tub with the temp' set on scold
    ill put ya head in a vice till its about to explode
    get ya so blowed where you are you wont know
    ill take a scalpel and cut through ya throat slow
    stomp ya feet till ya left wit nuttin but broke toes
    take a ball hammer to ya face and leave ya wit a broke nose
    then ill bury ya ass dyin in the dirt wit no shirt and a taupe rose
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  13. N. Cognito

    N. Cognito As Himself

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    hmmm...

    N. Cognito dont bring the madness!!

    fuck that!..i'll squeeze a hatchet / swing it at his / hat and split his cerebellum's nerve end-ings in half, bitch! /
    you wanna drip blood on Nito ?! Now its on! / cook a pot of grits and pour it down ya draws / heart pounding throbs /
    i'll ask sir bustalot to hold his scalpel / slit your wrist, and peel your skin back towards the elbow /
    pour peroxide on it with half a bottle of lemon juice / damn! that shits gotta hurt! you want a swig of this grey goose?
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  14. Gsus

    Gsus aka Wordz bka G. Legit

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    Listen...

    Warm-up
    I spit damaging flows, that'll punch past ya heart, just to trade blows wit ya soul/
    Im gettin dirty wit diss, like old laundry man, see I'll cut u wide open, rip out ya spirit, so i can hold ya life in the palm of my hands/

    Real shit
    Im vicious without a conscience, got the heart of a monster, death fears me, i can even silence thunder/
    So in a fight I'll just possess ya, make ya peel ya flesh off, iron out the wrinkles, just to change the texture dawg/
    Then make ya take a salt bath and rinse off in alcohol...make ya take ya dick, shove up it up ya ass, just so u can go fuck ya self raw/
    After gettin ya self off, I'll make u grab ya tongue and step in the booth...re spit the verse above me, and let everybody know u was stretchin the truth/
    Then I'll reappear, make my rhymes morph into a scalpel to cut open ya skull when i spit...replace ya brains wit feces, cuz thats the only way I'd let u think u the shit/
    Then reroute ya organs so ya saliva becomes urine instead...so everytime u finish spittin, its like u always in dismay, the way u shakin ya head/

    a lil choppy here and there...but the wordplay and punch ideas were on point
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  15. Bonnie Bathory

    Bonnie Bathory New Member

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    "its like u always in dismay, the way u shakin ya head"

    Bake your brains in bread, serve it as a dip...
    and watch ya family eat it with baked potato chips...
    When I let my sadist trip, I'll let ya hurt me back...
    You can break a dirty glass and carve I hate you on my ass...
    Punctuate it with a stab and twist it till it's running...
    I'll be screamin like a rape victim but baby ill be cumming...
    I take my dates to slums and we drink 40s with the bums...
    And I take pictures of them huggin cuz I laced their drinks with drugs...
    Then they sink in mud in swamps and stink with bugs...
    after I bash their heads with rocks and drink up all their blood...
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  16. SpeedyCalhoun

    SpeedyCalhoun Obviously...

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    Check...

    This is what you gettin mami, tryna rock with the boys/
    The title said "graphic", but gothic was your topic of choice/
    Drinking blood and what not, then to drugs on the block/
    You confused as fuck, but I can shoot slugs by the box/
    So this bum'll get rocked, have you brainless in the tip/
    Or hooked with the chandelier, high hanging from yo lip/
    So you a vampire now? So forever I'm pumping/
    You can't see me like your fucking reflection or something/
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  17. YoMamazMan

    YoMamazMan Over 1.000 served...

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    I'm a battle axe on tracks.
    Matter of fact I'll grab an Axe.
    Cock back and attack.
    Til every limb on ya body's detached.
    Grab an gat and leave ya face pushed back.
    When it claps,make a bloody waterfall,kick back and relax.
    Take yo intestines and make a jump rope.
    A punching bag wit ya torso.
    When I'm done scatter yo remains on each path at the crossroads.
    Also take ya eyes out 2 a golf course.
    Altho i cause pain of all sorts.
    The beef ain't done cooking til I can stick in the fork.
    So I invited Lector,Dhamer,and a zombie 2 a dinner for 4. -I'm out 1
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