I guess it aint ur rhymes cuz there painless//
like mydol tylenol they all protocal for sumthan dangerous//
fuck usin tha stainless ta paint this undiplorable language//
strokes of anguish is all I here from *milton* bradley//
ur structure is childs play...lego bars that where built in badlly//
I really use a nine iron like a golfer..you just tote urs like some sort of Caddy//
but sadlly...I see you gettin aggy..about me bein ur daddy//
test results showed it....//
ur momma didnt want you ta know it!!

next weapon:hog wire