Choose your weapon!
Choose your weapon!
The axe; good choice! but tell us, why's that!?
Choose your weapon!
The sword; good choice! but tell us, what for?
Choose your weapon!
The knife; good choice! but tell us, why?
Choose your weapon!
Unusual, f** it I choose them all!
You're about to die so live a little
Extreme makeover
Give you chiseled-features with a chisel!
Pistol-whip you, you'll get gun-bucked swing nunchuks
And strangle you with the bit in the middle
You done f**ed up, I'm the father of lies
I ruin your dreams and put ninja stars in your eyes!
Carving the knife to give you a fork-tongue!
Knock your teeth out like they were false ones!
When I uppercut ya'
Got the initials in a four fingered ring knuckle duster!
Suspects you don't wanna' scrap with;
We have bare knuckle duster boxing matches!
And I sustain enough power in both lungs
That in a breath I can shoot around the bullets from blow guns
Shoot an arrow through an apple, but not on your head;
The adam's apple you got in your neck!
We got guns!
But don't show them off
Use tools to disfigure your face like photoshop!
Machete knives, helicopter propeller sized
And I swing them as fast as propellers when they fly!
Naaa! I need a bigger piece
Carry a handle attached to the blade from a guillotine
And with that I've learned to k** MC's
Slicing them in half at the point of perfect symmetry
Choose your weapon!
The gat; good choice! but tell us, why's that!?
Choose your weapon!
Pitchfork; good choice! but tell us, what for?
Choose your weapon!
The knife; good choice! but tell us, why?
Choose your weapon!
Unusual, f** it I choose them all!
I pick axes, ice axes, ice picks and pick axes
Flint daggers, anything jagged
Morning stars
Grip hammers and swing mallets the size of quarter stars
Get torn in half in a second, pick your weapon;
Smith and Wesson, .357
Seven Mac11's about eight .38's
Nine nine's ten Mac 10's your life will end!
Say hello to my big friend
Cut you a new set of limbs; try run away with them!
Put you in a torture device
And make you deep throat nine inches, in the form of a knife!
I've got nice tits, ice picks nice dicks
What you got!? I'll bottle you with a molotov!!!
We set it off and never stop, no flame thrower;
I throw flames when I toss petrol bombs!
Get some scrap rail, a chain and attach nails
{The wooden balls} the hand made flail!
Construct shanks from shards of shattered gla**
And strangle you until you start to look like an avatar!
And turn your crew into human kebab stick skewers;
When I run with a spear and stab it through them!
b**h don't close your eyes
Open wide and watch as I inject you with venom and you slowly die!
Choose your weapon!
The bat; good choice! but tell us, why's that!?
Choose your weapon!
Chainsaw; good choice! but tell us, what for?
Choose your weapon!
The knife; good choice! but tell us, why?
Choose your weapon!
Unusual, f** it I choose them all!