yo i shapen my next weapon,
swingin my lead in every derection while i'm steppin,
no i dont mean a gun i mean a pencil my killing object,
with it i write killa rhymes and change the future like i was a prophet,
i could swap to a HB and soften-it,
a bit or swap to a 6b and get dark with the shit,
re writtin the alphabet, i erase u with the otha end,.
stab u in the eye if u try n pretend.

next weapon: tissue paper

(hints: gaggin people)