sykamor makin gay love unda tha sicamore tree//
i came up and slit his throat with a broken punk rock cd//
from his collection that he hides when tryna be a mc//
his wepon shuda been wack lines or rap catastrophes//
i cant remember if that cd was "good charlotte" or "no doubt"//
but it was sure fun splittin his skull watchin his brains pour out//
like fockin "shout" laundry detergent, straight out the container//
cos when his brains spilled, i found out that this kids a "no-brainer"//

next wep-rabid animal