Weapon Of Choice

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, fuck 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 fucked 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 kill 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, fuck 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 glass
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!

Bitch 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, fuck it I choose them all!