I can blow like the wind, but I ain't talkin bout dicks...
I'm talkin bout a storm, that can turn houses ta sticks.
Cold sink ya boat, with the churning, foamy waters...
And fill ya throat, lungs, and do that just for starters.
Have you drown a thousand times, windwhipped bad luck...
Blindness sets in, as blackness envelops you, dumb fuck.

Next Weapon: Lethal injection

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