I run right past you, nice, grab you AND slice,
Stab you with knives, attacking you right, in the chest,
Laughing, with mice in the cabin, fighting over the rest,
Hyper, after I clean up, with a napkin and ice, no-one'll guess,
Showin no-one the mess, snatched this bastard his life,
What happened to strife, you dead, took your body after the heist.

Weapon - Richard Simmons

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