Cover the holes and blow, the notes are orchestrated//
Each melody tearing at your flesh, your pore's invaded//
the cores elated, rippin your heart out with every toot//
got Ur ear drums bursting from the sound of my flute//
Cease the blowing, grasp it, and smash it across ya neck//
Never thought I'd see the day wen the flute got respect//

next weapon- a coin