I'm the gunner sub machine gun
 it don't seem right  that they don't get my theme right
 they don't know me
 so we move forward
 more words & phrases
 my style amazes
 come into the scene with the means to rip shit
 my brain's power packed with the proper equipment
 so step
 I come inta the area to bury ya
 I compose the flows
 makin' people merrier
 never the less  I sever the flesh
 with a razor
 reserve the major beef
 I'ma slay ya, hey
 you never came across a person like me
 I never instigate
 first come strike me
 then I'll flip
 and rip clothing, and I'm loathing
 MCs who front like I don't know things
 uh uh
 check again
 I get wreck again
 on the down low
 because you sound slow
 retarded MCs get neglected
 & check it
 anytime I hafta show a foe
 I'ma flex it
 then I exit
 with my records & my next shit
 prepared, so be scared
 I strike unexpected
 I write rhymes in sections
 testin' my slang
 I bang MCs with these
 & make 'em hang
 dangle, what's ya angle?
 When I strangle and choke
 I hold Bennedicts by their throat
 until they sing notes like a canary
 fairy, or genies
 we slipped out
 they never seen me bust his face
 I like bass when it hums
 and that sums up my properties for the dum-dums
 someone need to check him
 deck him
 slam him
 and put him in the bushes
 so 'shush' kids
 no one needs to know
 I'll proceed & go into
 and then tell ya what I've been through.
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 "In one ear, right out the other,
 Go tell ya sister, go tell ya mother,
 In one ear, right out the other,
 Go tell ya father, go tell ya brother,
 In one ear, right out the other."
 I would feel comfortable
 if your front would go elsewhere
 or disappear
 hear my specific style that's speaking
 creeking, making noises in the nightime
 when I write rhymes
 I look out my window
 it's a bright day
 and I might display my skills in the hills
 or, in a different neighborhood
 cause my flavor could
 be the best, so lets test this
 yes, bitch
 I saw you posted at the pool table
 I could never talk to you
 but now a fool's able
 with the best of luck
 and, hey, how do you impress a duck?
 By pullin' out a wad of bucks
 shucks
 I need to stop this
 I plop this, played this
 I murder MCs
 & leave their pens inkless
 do you think this is a twist
 a turn, I insist
 to burn those foes who haven't learned
 to keep they mouths closed
 Guiness Stout flows
 through your intestines, when life is depressin'
 I built my foundation using patients
 some didn't hear us
 some had to state it...
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