pull out a twix, it's all about tha mix/
stickin down ma pants, look out for shit/
slap you in the face, leavin you a trace/
of tha bown goo, thankfully it's safe/
harder goin down ya throat, then double shot brandy/
last fatal choke, ya thinkin, "I can't believe that it's candy"/

Next weapon-A Vacuum