so a rats the weapon/ its come down to this thats depressing/
but i got a boy dowmtown stocked with weapons/
i met him through ,april o connar/ filmin a speacial on big turtles/
i say bobby "i need to see mr. splinter"/
bobby picks up the phone, "hes hear,....let him enter"/
i say masta i need a favor/i got troubles with neighbors/
feel like my lifes in danger/ can you help/
"yes", meet me by the point ,.....go stealth/
come alone and bring no-one but yo self/


so now we at the door/ heart pounding more/
splinter asks if im ready?/ and im not soundin sure/
ready lets go/ i kick in the font door/ ya whole fam jumps/
"Dont nobody move"aand "get your damn hands up"/
"thats him" i say ,while i point to the man who stands up/
pistol whip him dizzy incase he act tough/
the rats punches are leaving you sratched up/
plus he's got herpees and aids "that sucks"
lifted and german suplexed / i hear your back crunch/
ya spine slips out your neck/ lacerates the skin in diffrent segments/ your rolling around in pain, wondering where ya legs is/ bleeding to death/ soon to be breathless/
and the tool for the next death is..........................>DORITOS