I'm like the O2 that god blows in your lungs,
or what's between us right before we're shootin the ones,
i'll attack you with anthrax, or small pox with no vaccine,
not even if got shots in the future, from a mac-16,
your are dependent on me, i need nothing to live,
leave you stung out, like a crack addict, with nothing to give,
i move so quick i'm invisible, unless i'm spinnin your way,
a blow gently through your wifes hair, while she's grinnin at your wake

next weapon :sand spurs (don't act like ya'll don't know what i am talking about. The things that get stuck in your shoelaces when you walk in fucked up grass, and they are pointy)