Why Does Nobody Listen? I Said, I've Got Guns

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

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 'em 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-shooter

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

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!

If you invite me to a massive drama

It's not a petting zoo, but alpaca 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

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!

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

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!