I'm the gunner sub- machine gun
that they don't get my theme right
come into the scene with the
with the proper equipment
I come inta the area to bury ya
never the less, I sever the flesh
MCs who front like I don't know things
retarded MCs get neglected
anytime I hafta show a foe
with my records & my next shit
I write rhymes in sections
When I strangle and choke
I hold Bennedicts by their throat
until they sing notes like a canary
they never seen me bust his face
and that sums up my properties
someone need to check him
and put him in the bushes
and then tell ya what I've
"In one ear, right out the other,
Go tell ya sister, go tell ya mother,
Go tell ya father, go tell ya brother,
In one ear, right out the other."
if your front would go elsewhere
hear my specific style that's
creeking, making noises in the nightime
and I might display my skills in the hills
or, in a different neighborhood
be the best, so lets test this
I saw you posted at the pool table
I could never talk to you
and, hey, how do you impress a duck?
By pullin' out a wad of bucks
& leave their pens inkless
do you think this is a twist
to burn those foes who haven't learned
to keep they mouths closed
I built my foundation using patients