I'll I'll.... I'll Smash the glass over your head...
run the blades on chop against the side of your face til you dead.
Death by blender........ or surrender...
the meat in slabs hangin off your face nice and tender...
I'll push and grind til I hear bone crack..
Get the blades jammed up when I come out yer back..
I take the Splinters from your jaw piece and carve em to nik naks.
Smash the rest of your head imprinted with timb traks..
carried out in a body sack.
blender and boi with nothin left intact..

Next Weapon... Credit Card
-Axe