When i comb the streets lookin fo a fool ta snare
i be lookin fo the kid with the fucked up hair
no need for the brush cept ta smack ya like I'm crazed
but you wun ahve any hair to brush after I set it ablaze
I'll beat ya down with the brush so whoever next combs their head
Will not only have nice hair, but also a nice shade of red

next weapon: a sharpie (pen)