Guns

Uh, yes! I've got guns

Listen

Gun to your sternum, that's a heavy chest pain

Posh boy with the ammo, call me Lead-y Redmayne

Two guns in each hand does the job

Yeah, I got four heaters: like an induction hob

Gun to your head, yeah I have to say

Put that toast in your mouth: like a canapé

Chest holster strapped perfectly

I haven't got tits, but you know where that 38B

My gun's so big you'll be looking forlorn

I'll blow the magnum like my ice cream's too warm

Rappers that step to me I distrust

My .forty five will clap 'em: like this bus

(Get it? Forty five? Clapham?)

Got two fours, like an SUV

Machine gun ready, it's an S-U-B

Pistol in my car is my USP

Said I drive with the stick: that's a USB

Uh, I can't rap it clearer

Trigger finger so itchy I'm applying aloe vera

Better run for cover when I'm drawing the chrome

I'll blow my semi: like I'm bored and alone