Fun even funner
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
