i dont need knifes to cease lives and stop kids!
like 'chinese' fights ull need flight cos chop sticks,
chasin you down and murderin like a 'tomic bomb,
makin you sound like a women in an opera song!
i remain the hotter, while the pain has got cha.
and ill maintain the torture til ya get retrainin order!
come with mess with the kaz,
youll find a broken mic and semen left in yo ass!

next weapon, chains