of all the moronic weopons you compose//
you chose to get a marble choked up in ya nose//
you rose to fame in surgical history//
one snort off a marble u livin in misery//
so much annoyance u decide to end it//
suicide is ur only choice, doctor reccomended//
unless u grow out ur hair surgery is unattractive//
grow up with a broke nose like micheal jackson//

next weapon- carpet knife