I read J Dot - you want to see how a creative mind spit
Well trying seeing me ... when I crush through your eyelids on stilt nightsticks
Then jackhammer them both in the hole of each ear
Catching flash backs of Louima, I tip both nightsticks with razors for your rear
My mind drunk with sick thoughts pouring clorox on the tears
Watching pus bubbling and Blood hardening from the air


Next weapon: Soap Powder (like a box of Tide)