I'll murder fi-del for servin weapons like these
Umbilical cord to choke and bring forth him on knees//
Untill the oxygen blocked from him causes his death
Tightly wrapped and slighly tied to break through his neck//
Untill the bones destroyed imployed with great technique
Untill the eyes just bulge fly into my sink//
Untill he grits his teeth untill the brink of damage
And all i wanted was another drink of gin to get hammered//

i guess the next weapon would be a hammer