In and Out

[Verse 1]
Fun, even funner
I'm the gunner sub-machine light
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 into 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 and check it
Anytime I have to 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 and 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've been through

[Hook]
"In one ear, right out the other
In one ear, right out the other
Go tell ya sister, go tell ya mother
In one ear, right out the other
In one ear, right out the other
In one ear, right out the other
Go tell ya father, go tell ya brother
In one ear, right out the other"

[Verse 2]
I would feel comfortable
If your front would go elsewhere
Or disappear
Hear my specific style that's speaking
Creeking, making noises in the nighttime 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 let's 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 and 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 patience
Some didn't hear us, some had to state it

[Hook]
"In one ear, right out the other
In one ear, right out the other
Go tell ya sister, go tell ya mother
In one ear, right out the other
In one ear, right out the other
In one ear, right out the other
Go tell ya father, go tell ya brother
In one ear, right out the other"