You want me to kill you with a fucking bouncy ball?//
That'll be easy for a rapper who's throat is small//
You can't croak because you choke on this ball//
Or maybe it's got flames to burn your voicebox//
and Lucifer will come out of the Bronx//
He will bounce you out of this club just like Steve//
and you'll roll down the street that's under seige//
I beleive that you and me have nothing in common//
but here's your ball.. It's something to chomp on//


next weapon - remote control