"weapon...'

this be the end of it
wit bits n peice of ammunition
spreading end to end like rulers
i rule wit an iron fist, fooling
like communism, it crumbles like wet paper
raper her, a savage, only haters
the ones who don't feel me like a crowded room
street sweeper without a broom
zoom, gonna need to disect my lryics
headpeice, kid i'm over ya head like caps fitted
revolution, like turning back time
this should be a crime
like the irs tax collecting touching even ya piggy bank
i deal like this like its my last shank
killer, the murderer, pass the weapon
punk, you pissing, while i'm wettin'
cuz homie i'm dressed to kill like sasquatch on the run
on the first watch, blocks, i move em like re-runs
ice cold veins, raising the rain
shatter that ass like aids
spit your style, i'll rip it a mile wide
a madman reading the 10 cammandments wu tang style