Nice...

Aiight so I'm lifted, right... I'm staggering gone//
But I'm focused enough... That I can bash you with this glass water bong//
Beating you till it shatters... Over the top of your dome//
Bloodying the carpet... Even if it's in my mother's home//
Now it's in shards... I'm still holding the lower in my grip//
Shove the rest of what I'm holding... three inches below your lower lip///

Next: Paper. Be creative.