My weapons are flows Test me, I'm break ya nose In this medley I'm letting them know They can't stand the abuse Enemies left in the road Dead when they getting too close they Can't stand in my shoes Leave your feet damaged and bruised Like I just kept stepping on toes Till there's nothing left to the bones Like hammers would do Try me. I'm handy with tools Sometimes I look at you and I look into your eyes, I notice the way you think about The knife with a smile, Curved blade you just can't disguise. But you think it's The knife making your life worthwhile. Why is it so hard for you to decide which you love more The Knife or... The gore?