In and Out

Fun, even funner<br>I`m the gunner sub-machine gun<br>it don`t seem right, that they don`t get my theme right<br>they don`t know me,<br>so we move forward<br>more words & phrases<br>my style amazes<br>come into the scene with the means to rip shit<br>my brain`s power packed with the proper equipment<br>so step<br>I come inta the area to bury ya<br>I compose the flows<br>makin` people merrier<br>never the less, I sever the flesh<br>with a razor<br>reserve the major beef<br>I`ma slay ya, hey<br>you never came across a person like me<br>I never instigate<br>first come strike me<br>then I`ll flip<br>and rip clothing, and I`m loathing<br>MCs who front like I don`t know things<br>uh uh<br>check again<br>I get wreck again<br>on the down low<br>because you sound slow<br>retarded MCs get neglected<br>& check it<br>anytime I hafta show a foe<br>I`ma flex it<br>then I exit<br>with my records & my next shit<br>prepared, so be scared<br>I strike unexpected<br>I write rhymes in sections<br>testin` my slang<br>I bang MCs with these<br>& make `em hang<br>dangle, what`s ya angle?<br>When I strangle and choke<br>I hold Bennedicts by their throat<br>until they sing notes like a canary<br>fairy, or genies<br>we slipped out<br>they never seen me bust his face<br>I like bass when it hums<br>and that sums up my properties for the dum-dums<br>someone need to check him<br>deck him<br>slam him<br>and put him in the bushes<br>so `shush` kids<br>no one needs to know<br>I`ll proceed & go into<br>and then tell ya what I`ve been through.<br><br>[CHORUS:]<br>"In one ear, right out the other,<br>Go tell ya sister, go tell ya mother,<br>In one ear, right out the other,<br>Go tell ya father, go tell ya brother,<br>In one ear, right out the other."<br><br>I would feel comfortable<br>if your front would go elsewhere<br>or disappear<br>hear my specific style that`s speaking<br>creeking, making noises in the nightime<br>when I write rhymes<br>I look out my window<br>it`s a bright day<br>and I might display my skills in the hills<br>or, in a different neighborhood<br>cause my flavor could<br>be the best, so lets test this<br>yes, bitch<br>I saw you posted at the pool table<br>I could never talk to you<br>but now a fool`s able<br>with the best of luck<br>and, hey, how do you impress a duck?<br>By pullin` out a wad of bucks<br>shucks<br>I need to stop this<br>I plop this, played this<br>I murder MCs<br>& leave their pens inkless<br>do you think this is a twist<br>a turn, I insist<br>to burn those foes who haven`t learned<br>to keep they mouths closed<br>Guiness Stout flows<br>through your intestines, when life is depressin`<br>I built my foundation using patients<br>some didn`t hear us<br>some had to state it...<br><br>[CHORUS]