Open the drawer...and pull out a butta-knife..and close-it/
Walk torwards you...about ready to cut-ya-life..but i dont expose-shit/
Raise the knife up...and watch you run away/
i dont give a fuck....ill laugh as you go astray/
Ill chase you down....and cut you to fuck/
No joke ya done...i guess you ran outta luck/

Next Weapon-- a Belt