Why Does Nobody Listen? I Said I’ve Got Guns

[Chorus: MC Hammersmith]
I said I've got guns, I said I've got guns
People seem to think that I've actually got none
To clarify this is the third gun rap I've done
Why does nobody listen? I said, I've got guns

[Verse 1: MC Hammersmith]
Third time's the charm for you all to believe
The improbable quantity of guns up my sleeve
Fired so many bullets you know I'm the hardest
I'm well-armed surrounded by shells like a starfish
Gun in my pocket that'll tear you to pieces
Iron in my jeans like I don't like creases
I'll grab two guns and smash through your window
Tommy on both hands like the Rugrats intro
My automatic rifle is honed and on show
Gotta catch 'еm with the AR: Pokémon Go
I'm sick with the guns, I need no tutor
I'm like Italian ham, 'cos I'm a pro-shootеr
Out on the street's where I'm straight blazing
I'm in the hood with a mac and it ain't raining
Two massive pistols I'm sporting
It's not the 1920s, but these great gats be roaring

[Chorus: MC Hammersmith]
I said I've got guns, I said I've got guns
People seem to think that I've actually got none
To clarify this is the third gun rap I've done
Why does nobody - grumble - I've got guns!

[Verse 2: MC Hammersmith]
If you invite me to a massive drama
It's not a petting zoo, but I'll pack a llama
I'm a great shoot: my aim is boastful
You're a rubbish shoot: waste disposal
Me, I'm all about that hood life
Hold that nine in the air like you've done a good dive
I'm a total mad slayer
I'm not gaming in-browser, but the chrome will flash, playa
Shoot your kneecaps, put that lead in your leg
Got that strap on me, like I'm ready to peg
Gun going off is the sound you gotta fear
Big stick singing all night: gondolier
Lay low and snap: crocodile
'Cos those bangs from behind, it's all fours: doggystyle
Step to my gun, my Glock is bangy
I'll ice these squares: fondant fancy

[Chorus: MC Hammersmith]
I said I've got guns, I said I've got guns
People seem to think that I've actually got none
To clarify this is the third gun rap I've done
Jesus Christ - I've got guns!

[Verse 3: MC Hammersmith]
Gun to your temple, cos I'm official
Uzi on your head: like a pimple
Shotgun cartridge made of heavy metal
Big shell when I pump like I'm getting petrol
Run from my gun, my sniper will follow ya
Click, headshot, like a photographer
You'll hear the guns that I am clickin'
Glock Glock Glock - like a chicken
Small machine gun like a thug
You're not the Beatles, but you'll say yyyello to the sub
Waving two pistols through your hood as I'm popping
Swinging .45s in your area: wife swapping
Gun's always screaming: that's a bear pit
I'll slowly raise the 80: Stannah Stair Lift
I'll reach for the biscuit like I need a cookie
And put that .22 on your back like a leaver's hoodie

[Chorus: MC Hammersmith]
I said I've got guns, I said I've got guns
People seem to think that I've actually got none
To clarify this is the third gun rap I've done
Fucking hell - I've got guns!