how u gonna make a new weapon and not even make a verse for the previous one?

was in the toilets when this dude tried to hit me/
he fought like a girl and bit me/
i just clocked him in the face and broke his nose/
the floor was dirty and wet and ruined his clothes/
saw a condom which i used to bone his bitch before/
that bitch just kept gaggin for more/
took it in my hand and stretched it over his head/
that sucka inhaled his last breath before he was dead/
police found his body they saw he was done/
big white white patch on his head from my cum

can i get a weapon bitch?/
this is the 3rd time i spit/
with no arm force to bust a quick lick/
on a grocery store, bet yo neck i'll slit/
stroke this dick, then watch out for my semen, dont slip/

next weapon: a can of "RAID" (stuff u kill ants with)

i know this sucka who's never been laid/
he owes me money and i aint been paid/
my boys went round to get the money/
this dude is smart he aint a dummy/
he knew we was coming and started running/
so now its like deer hunting/
we caught him trying to get in his car it wudnt start/
hauled him out thru the screen and ruptured his spleen/
we looked for a weapon all we saw was raid/
told him he shouldnt run he shoulda stayed/
got a needle out and put in the ant poison/
he was scared as shit started makin noise'n/
the needle penetrated his skin and he looked white/
he was in for a long painful night

next weapon- basketball

watch me break yo ankles with this "basketball"/
wrap it in glass shards and slam it in yo face till ur "casket calls"/
"blast the wall" and u'll hear the "black phantoms case"/
it will be written in blood after i "attack yo moms face"/

next weapon: a mug (one u drink out of)

sucka tryin to front on me he looks under age/
as u come at me wit rage i just flip the page/
read another chapter it takes an age/
i throw the book and take front stage/
with a mug in my other hand u about to get canned/
i smack u cross the head as u shoot ur lead/
this cat's fallin to his grave 10 foot under in the land/
my drinking cup is so dangerous it shud be banned/

next weapon- cell phone

this weapons is rare how i use it/
i call enimies up, spit, then ur ear i bruise bitch/
if the shoe fits then wear it/
but if u cant bare it, then hand over ur soul, so i can tear it/

next weapon: a lunchpale

u want me to use a lunchpale then go off to jail?/
well hell it'd be embarassing something not worth admitting/
chop their body up and send the child 2 skool/
open up it up fo lunch look like a fool/
looked thru the remains didnt find no brains/
u gotta understand they was a retard man/

next weapon a pencil

yo i shapen my next weapon,
swingin my lead in every derection while i'm steppin,
no i dont mean a gun i mean a pencil my killing object,
with it i write killa rhymes and change the future like i was a prophet,
i could swap to a HB and soften-it,
a bit or swap to a 6b and get dark with the shit,
re writtin the alphabet, i erase u with the otha end,.
stab u in the eye if u try n pretend.

next weapon: tissue paper

(hints: gaggin people)

got a box o kleenex better not mess?/
i know it's only tissues but it's dangerous/
i'm a stuff it down ur mouf and choke u/
stick some up your nose and croak u/
u be breathin ur last breaths/
u will be dead a ghost with regrets

next weapon--car

ill hop in ma 64 cheve con,pull out ma gat and spray your ass coz u don't belong/here in rap battles,your just a pawn,i'm a queen i hold all tha moves,soon youll be gone.

next weapon - shears

im in the garden chillin out when a fukin pig comes in/
i was cool but was about to start rollin/
had some shit in my pocket for smokin/
the cop had his dog searchin 4 dope'n/
i panicked and grabbed the nearest object/
i was about to become a key suspect/
i cut off their heads at the neck/
dragged their bodies and buried them under the deck

whats the next weapon,
and if its shears what the fuck is that