I’ve Got Literally Millions Of Guns

[Chorus: MC Hammersmith]
I've got literally millions of guns
I've got literally millions of guns
It sounds unlikely, but listen to me son
I've got literally millions of guns

[Verse 1: MC Hammersmith]
Millions of guns to put the heat on these goons
I'm packed with iron like red meat and legumes
And every single gun I carry brings hard heat
Yeah, I said the kid is strapped like a car seat
Guns make me cool, I've discovered
'Cos I'm not your dad, but I've got loads of tools in the cupboard
So come for me at night, you'll find it distressing
I'll take shots in the dark like I'm wildly guessing
Thеre'll be no ammo left oncе the bullets are sprayed
I'll clear out the chamber just like a maid
I'll pistol whip rappers, with my gun I'm hostile
These squares will get battered with the iron: waffles
Carrying a gun is my beautiful swag
I tote the strap: reusable bag
12 inch barrel on my machine gun's best
Yeah I'll serve you with the footlong sub: Eat Fresh

[Chorus: MC Hammersmith]
I've got literally millions of guns
I've got literally millions of guns
Paying for all the storage space isn't fun
I've got literally millions of guns

[Verse 2: MC Hammersmith]
I stay ready gripping two guns that could click shots
On the pulse with both hands strapped like a wristwatch
I'll laugh as my two pistols clap and such
Haha, boom boom: Basil Brush
You'll blaspheme in shock at my nine millimetre
Arms out - "Jesus!" - Christ the redeemer
By day or by night, my gun totes a raw power
Call the chamber Ronnie Barker, cos it's open all hours
Step to my gun as I'm downtown amblin'
You'll get the nine fast, like a Countdown champion
Gun to your face, so you know it gets bad
I'll clap at your mug, son: world's best dad
Clutch an automatic rifle when I sleep to stay feared
Yeah I got the AR in bed, like beard
And sleep gripping a carbine for deadly purposes
I lay by the M4: Reading Services

[Chorus: MC Hammersmith]
I've got literally millions of guns
I've got literally millions of guns
Counting them all makes my trigger finger numb
I've got literally millions of guns

[Verse 3: MC Hammersmith]
You'll hear screams when I fire my weaponry
When I open up, there'll be cries: like therapy
My gun shoots clean and hardest
Your gun jams on display: farmers market
I'll fire my gun in the street and go viral
I mac entire crowds, no Michael
Gun's always loaded, yeah I'm an honest fellow
Grip the stick, big shell: Donatello
You'll know what I've got when I'm tucking chromes
With this .22 one be suspect, Holmes
Pop-a-dominant shot as I'm gripping the steel
I'll bharji-n with the cobra like an Indian meal
Cover the trigger, my sight is fixed
Two fingers on the biscuit: like a Twix
So my gun's to your head, and I better declare
I'm aimin' to that like I'm ending a prayer

[Chorus: MC Hammersmith]
I've got literally millions of guns
I've got literally millions of guns
I think you get the point, the rap is now done
I've got literally millions of guns