I'll leave OPEN-MINDED blind sided, poke out your eye with a stick,
Then stab ya open mind through ya ear like it's a footlong q-tip//
When I crack ya SACK back, thinkin I'm NUTS when I stab,
I'll beat you until you're blue and drag you to a morgue slab//
In the shadow of my raised arm, your outlook is rather grim,
Dog you said it was just a stick, but it's a fucking tree limb//
I'm swingin the wood, I'm limber, comin straight for your neck,
With death you've fallen, callin "timber," you're no longer erect//

Weapon: hammer