 this one a homicide about to make you a martyr your own father will get to watch you die bodied wrapped looked inside a coffin side box supplied by the informed opinion of a lot of guys watching I'm proper nine what's in my DNA boy that's something sharp in my jeans like a pocket knife I'm sharp. Stop that cunt! you speak to Jakes if he takes up his phone and press he's a button he summons police brigades like streets of rage so I'm about to smash your head and it's the end of days Armageddon I'll grab a ship slash your wig and add it to my scalp collection and put the blade in you so deep I even push in the handle section and as you gasp for breath I thank you for helping me stash my weapon