This is a song about "Weapons of hobbit"

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

And align the mic with my torturous weapons

How can we be expected to surrender our weapons

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

When i use my verses as weapons

So here i am at the store for some chips

With your weak presence, dude you'll need weapons,

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

They bringing me fish and chips

Words are weapons (weapons)

Words are weapons, the only right way of the worlds directions

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