The nine milli style up your do...gingas
 

Sneak in ya crib and start Flippin out... Ninjas

OHHHHHHHHHHH SNAP

Ummmm

hope you guys are ready for an onslaught of shitty gun bars!!!!!!




let's gooooooo!!!!!

I'M RUNNING LOW ON POWER, SO I'LL SCATTER WITH ARMS.
I'MA SALT MY SLUGS, WATCH'EM SHRIVEL AND CATCH A BATTERY CHARGE.

Yo...

My guns is loaded with double coated shrapnel shards
that impact and explode on rappers in droves. BATTLE BARS!!!!

across the Motel 8 I steady the red dot; next off, *clang* the Beretta's cocked,
Ur wife's in sobs as the bullet has your whole neck and jaw hangin: Coretta Scott

Simply; my rifle assembly has no rivals, son.
Private Gump couldn't fasten a bolt action this timely. DONE.

Defensive postures are dismissed when launching these shots at your heart.
Surrender? No prisoners. Like you swiped a box of cigars.

Pile of 30.06 shells, no hand shakes as my bursts whore attention,
rifle thru the mags quicker than @El Pancake searching for a mention

Purchase an anarchy beam. Never shot, but fuck learning
Private Pyle you & shoot the instructioner when the guns burning

Guns loaded. Dust blowing. it's sorta' simplistic
Tired of automatic pump-overs, fuck it, I'm going ballistic.

My boom stick is relevant. Ruin an elephant's day.
Tin can champion. Red Ryder marksman with them pellets on prey.

Roll tide. Tuck. Roll to cover. U sane? No but the bolt strikes like the toe spikes of a road runner. Make it rain lead rivers. The thunder clap of my double tap makes Old Spice men lay, then quiver under quilts and hold covers.

The snap cannons' bananas. Try peeling the monkey
Handgun with a camera, I could see ya guts on the front screen

My taste is old school. Automatic gats are nothing.
I'll filet your flesh with bayonets strapped to classic muskets.
I'd rather stab and bludgeon. Guns are all too quick.
It's fun to rub the blood between your palms a bit.

nice. gotta shower. text u l8er db <3 FUCK U ZEN STAY AWAY FROM DB BITCH

@Zen

i got tha burna, you know i got the burna
...pop a slug in your ear, the size you never heard of

I got the toaster, you know I got the toaster
... throw it in ya bath and watch them rubba duckies roasting

I got the bazooka, ya know I got bazookas
... chew that shit up and stick it in ya tuba

Aye..
I got a problem with guns, check ya caliber.
Leave a fresh cadaver only if the pattern fits you.
I guess you could say I got a STANDARD ISSUE.

Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than Chris Wallace. Caught feelings 'cause Rob Williams just missed all this.

My uzi leave you oozing heaps of hemoglobin. Lead the league putting doughnut holes in open skulls. Squeeze the piece I'm totin' on police, 'cause FREEEEZE don't hold 'em.

My shotty'll have ya whole crew asking who going in first
an the m16 like my daughter; always spitting up an ruining shirts

my pistol planet revolver'll have you thinking I'm rambo
all you'll' hear is crickets, underneath the trinkets of ammo
b-b-b-b-allistic. I'll wildwest you on a farm of tobacco
when I host it, most'll be soaked from the frenzy
had ta' grab a patch of slaves from the hull
to navigate the waves in the boat from your red sea.
who's the sailor? Recoiling gat gave acute dysplasia
pool so vast, Hasselhoff had an acting part in euthanasia

Gun blast like thunder claps boy guess who you facing?
flawless victory ahsamahamahiyeeee-----raiden