I've Definitely Got A Gun
MC Hammersmith
GENRE
I’ve definitely got a gun, I’ve definitely got a gun
It’s big and it’s real and it’ll make you want to run
Messing with my gun would be exceptionally bad
So here’s some statements about the gun I definitely have
I grip my automatic weapon precisely where it’s housed
Yeah I’m packing a semi, like I’m mildly aroused
And the silencer’s on, suppressing it tightly
It’ll go bang quietly, like sex in a library
There’s no one my concealed weapon’s not sure to throttle
I’m undercover with heat: hot water bottle
I’ll dodge all your bullets and I don’t need a warning
I avoid shot like I’ve got work in the morning
My gun’s so big you’ll be soaking in your trouser
I’m about to click the chrome like I’m opening my browser
I’ve got so much ammo I’m buzzing to take hits
I’m stocked with magazines like WH Smith
Both barrels on my belt so let the violence begin
I got those cans by my waist like a recycling bin
I pull the trigger quickly and with sweet abandon
It’s like I’m angry at a choc ice the way I squeeze the magnum
I’ve definitely got a gun, I’ve definitely got a gun
It’s big and it’s real and it’ll make you want to run
Messing with my gun would be exceptionally bad
So here’s some more statements about the gun I definitely have
My rifle’s brining the pain and it’s flipping insane
I got that bolt action like I’m kissing Unsain
I pull the trigger so fast it’s kind of incredible
I discharge immediately, but this time it’s intentional
Unloading the cartridge firing shots to astound
It’s like I’m visiting your house the way I’m popping around
My gun packs more heat than a plate of hot wings
This thick .45 is nasty: Katie Hopkins
Chamber stuffed with bullets for a viscous attack
No tube of Pringles but my cylinders’s stacked
My gun will aim and slug hard like Joe DiMaggio
Until I’m up to my nuts in shells: No pistachio
I’m so fast with my gun that it’s utterly barmy
It’ll be draw, cock, on your head: like you’re drunk at a party
You’re about to get dispatched in a deadly mess
My gun will clap on the streets like it’s thanking the NHS
I’ve definitely got a gun, I’ve definitely got a gun
It’s big and it’s real and it’ll make you want to run
Messing with my gun would be exceptionally bad
Those were the statements about the gun I definitely have
It’s big and it’s real and it’ll make you want to run
Messing with my gun would be exceptionally bad
So here’s some statements about the gun I definitely have
I grip my automatic weapon precisely where it’s housed
Yeah I’m packing a semi, like I’m mildly aroused
And the silencer’s on, suppressing it tightly
It’ll go bang quietly, like sex in a library
There’s no one my concealed weapon’s not sure to throttle
I’m undercover with heat: hot water bottle
I’ll dodge all your bullets and I don’t need a warning
I avoid shot like I’ve got work in the morning
My gun’s so big you’ll be soaking in your trouser
I’m about to click the chrome like I’m opening my browser
I’ve got so much ammo I’m buzzing to take hits
I’m stocked with magazines like WH Smith
Both barrels on my belt so let the violence begin
I got those cans by my waist like a recycling bin
I pull the trigger quickly and with sweet abandon
It’s like I’m angry at a choc ice the way I squeeze the magnum
I’ve definitely got a gun, I’ve definitely got a gun
It’s big and it’s real and it’ll make you want to run
Messing with my gun would be exceptionally bad
So here’s some more statements about the gun I definitely have
My rifle’s brining the pain and it’s flipping insane
I got that bolt action like I’m kissing Unsain
I pull the trigger so fast it’s kind of incredible
I discharge immediately, but this time it’s intentional
Unloading the cartridge firing shots to astound
It’s like I’m visiting your house the way I’m popping around
My gun packs more heat than a plate of hot wings
This thick .45 is nasty: Katie Hopkins
Chamber stuffed with bullets for a viscous attack
No tube of Pringles but my cylinders’s stacked
My gun will aim and slug hard like Joe DiMaggio
Until I’m up to my nuts in shells: No pistachio
I’m so fast with my gun that it’s utterly barmy
It’ll be draw, cock, on your head: like you’re drunk at a party
You’re about to get dispatched in a deadly mess
My gun will clap on the streets like it’s thanking the NHS
I’ve definitely got a gun, I’ve definitely got a gun
It’s big and it’s real and it’ll make you want to run
Messing with my gun would be exceptionally bad
Those were the statements about the gun I definitely have
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