i got bad-breath, aint that a shame/
but let's get one thing clear-like ya face-i spit it the same/
killin off this half-machine, who get's injured by rain/
and it's not acid, like the battery that powers you/
devoured ya, with my dog like bad breath-i'm houndin ya/
astoundin ya as ya drop to the ground and grab ya heart/
cuz my bad-breath is one thing, i dun't think ya wanta take a stab at a fart/

next weapon=bunny ears