yo i got this fan, like i'm a fuckin chinese-man/
it's sharp as fuck, ya culdn't even-hold it with nineteen-hands/
so let me take this fan, and slice ya spitefulness-out/
the mind of this house, my rhymes are blindin dis-out/
bullshittin but stayin high as a fuckin fly-mouse/
i'll cut out ya heart real quic, and have a barb-acue/
with no need to be shy, even yamoms is part of the stew/

next weapon=wheelchair