ball point pen

I dont like to murder/ cuz I know its a sin/ dude got me so mad/ i pulled out my pen/ and what happened next/ was real fuckin' sick/ cuz i riped out both eyes/ with my little blue bic/see thats what happens/ when u have unseen anger/ take out aggression/ on an unexpecting stranger/ now i think of the dude/ every time i use paper

ya i now it was a whack rhyme


Next Weapon= Ice Pick