I use my guitar to swing an hit hard in ya face/
Put ya in ya place, this a closed casket case/
Drum it in ya ears with sticks that could break bricks/
It makes me sick, this prick compare em to an erectionated dick/
The cymbol of ya life is death cos its just around the corner/
Even the coroner spits in ya face cos u don't get no mourners/
My mic is my weapon while you go to shops with coupons/
Ya dead, you gone, I left you bloody like a used tampon/

Next weapon: toe nail