In and Out

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 dumb-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. [CHORUS:] "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 Guinness 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... [CHORUS]