Held my lighter to your throat and saw your shit ignite,
Bright colours flickerin, like this was bonfire night,
Stench of you flesh meltin stinks but it don't matter,
Now your throat be golden brown n crispy like batter,
Crinklin up i see eyes roll up in your head,
Fuck that, don't front, i know your ass ain't dead,
Yo i'll pour some lighter fluid on your dome n light it,
Yo now death's comin to ass, nigga don't fight it.............

next weapon: maple syrup