In my closet there lies a 3 piece suit
Let me put that shit on and lace up my boots
Grab the hanger and straiten it out
The dice your shit up like sour-krout
Or I'll wind it 'round your feet...make you walk the plank
I'de laugh with my homies once your shit sank
I'm deft with my hanger like it ain't no thang
then I'll fold it back up and leave my suit to hang.

Weapon: rubberband