Fun, even funner / I'm the gunner sub-machine like / It don't seem right /, that they don't get my theme right / They don't know me / So we move forward / More words & phrases / My style amazes / Come into the scene with the means to rip shit / My brain's power packed with the proper equipment / So step / I crept inta the area to bury ya / I compose the flows / Makin' people merrier / Never the less, I sever the flesh with a razor / Reserve for major beef / I'ma slay ya, hey / You never came across a person like me / I never instigate / First come strike me / Then I'll flip and rip clothing / And I'm loathing MCs who front like I don't know things / Uh uh / Check again / I get wreck again / On the down low, because you sound slow / Retarded MCs get neglected / And check it / Anytime I have to show a foe / I'ma flex it / Then I exit with my records and my next shit / Prepared, so be scared / I strike unexpected / I write rhymes in sections / Testin' my slang / I bang MCs with these and make 'em hang / Dangle, what's ya angle? / When I strangle and choke / I hold Bennedicts by their throat
Until they sing notes like a canary, fairy, or genies / We slipped out / They never seen me bust his face/ I like bass when it hums / And that sums up my properties for the dum-dums / Someone need to check him, deck him, slam him and put him in the bushes / So shush kids / No one needs to know
I'll proceed and go into / And then tell ya what I've been through.

Chorus

In one ear, right out the other
In one ear, right out the other
Go tell ya sister, go tell ya mother
In one ear, right out the other
In one ear, right out the other
Go tell ya father, go tell ya brother
In one ear, right out the other

I would feel comfortable / If your front would go elsewhere / Or disappear / Hear my specific style that's speaking / Creeking, making noises in the nightime / When I write rhymes / I look out my window it's a bright day / And I might display my skills in the hills / Or, in a different neighborhood / Cause my flavor could be the best / So let’s test this / Yes, bitch / I saw you posted at the pool table / I could never talk to you / But now a fool's able / With the best of luck / And hey, how do you impress a duck? / By pullin' out a wad of bucks / Shucks / I need to stop this / I plop this, played this / I murder MCs and leave their pens inkless / Do you think this is a twist, a turn, I insist to burn those foes who haven't learned / To keep they mouths closed / Guiness Stout flows / through your intestines, when life is depressin' / I build my foundation using patience / Some didn't hear us / Some had to state it...

Chorus

In one ear, right out the other
In one ear, right out the other
Go tell ya sister, go tell ya mother
In one ear, right out the other,
In one ear, right out the other
Go tell ya father, go tell ya brother
In one ear, right out the other