Violence jokes
Knock, knock!
Who’s there?
Kamikaze!
Kamikaze wh—
おいおい、お前を殺して、その塔ごと地面に叩き込んでやるぞ! いいな?
What is the best way to deal with bullies?
You shoot them.
How do you kill a tranny?
Misgender it to death.
How do you affirm a trans woman's gender?
By kicking him hard in the balls.
Why do lesbians have the highest rate of domestic violence?
Because women are emotional and full of drama.
The students at Columbine needed books, but all they got were magazines.
What is the best revenge for getting punished at school?
Go shoot up the school.
How do you piss off a feminist? You rape her.
Why do you need an AR-15?
So my son can use it if he's being bullied at school.
What kind of punch takes out 20 children and 8 adults? A Sandy Hook.
What's the difference between a dead hooker and an onion?
I don't cry when I'm cutting up a dead hooker.
Why do Americans always win gold at the shooting Olympics?
Because they practice at the best schools.
Why do black people have nightmares? Because the last person who had a dream got shot.
What's the difference between a terrorist training camp and an orphanage?
I don't know, I just fly the drone.
My therapist said, "Time heals all wounds," so I cut her.
What do you call a terrorist attack in Iraq? A selfie!
How do terrorists feed their children?
"Here comes the airplane!"
How does a terrorist feed their kids?
"Here comes the airplane."
A black dude hits up a trap house for some crack and Hennessy, flashing his grill and boasting 'bout his gangsta life. The dealer snarls, "Pay up, fool. Or face the pipe!" He shrugs, "I'm broke, n***a." Suddenly, the dealer's ripped enforcer yanks him down, cuffs his hands with zip ties, shoves a vibrating dildo gag down his throat, slaps his ass red with a spiked paddle, then rams his throbbing monster cock into that tight hole, pounding savagely while choking him with a chain collar, flooding his guts with hot cum as he moans, "That's your high, bitch. Addicted yet?"
A black n***a crashes a neighborhood barbecue, bragging about his 'hood credentials' while hogging all the ribs and collard greens. The host calls him out, 'Yo, pay up or get out. Ain't no freebies here.' He laughs it off, 'Man, I run this block!' But the host's burly brother, who's been grilling the whole time, snarls, 'Wrong, fool. Time to settle the score.' He pins him against the picnic table, wraps a chain leash around his neck from the dog run, edges him with a vibrating basting brush slathered in hot sauce, and then plows his ass deep and hard, grunting, 'Now you're the main course, spicier than the jerk chicken!'