Take this bottle of Mountain Dew and cracked your head..
Snapped your neck back, I just leave you yellow and dead..
They might as well call you Mello, same shit in a diffrent rapper..
The dew I hit you with, leaves you sick pukin in the crapper..
Your dead, your blood runs cold, just one weapon your nothin but bone..
I don't know what your family will write and put above you on cut stone..
Your dead and gone, burried along the way with all my other victums..
Now that you leave this earth go upstairs, and hear gods dictums..

Weapon = Knowledge