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The Gunner (Remix)

by Unknownn

(Intro)
It's all kiddy games
You can't leave a mark on the champs face
Understand when you step in the ring
Your arms are just too short to box with GOD

(Verse )
I'm here to take charge
Put fear in they hearts
Insane with these bars
Creatin this bomb
Mistake me for pun
I'm takin your arm and rappin yo mom
It is I that Unknown Motherf*cka
Writing rhymes, Rapping flows like no other
f*ck it !
Put a gun to your chest
Spill your guts make a mess
Havin fun with the tec
Give a f*ck about the feds

Ab - Lib
(f*ck about the feds)

Ima cut you instead
Take yo skull out yo head
Ima psychopathic killer
Rifle grabbin n*gga
Fightin stabbin b*tches
Life is f*ckin flashing isn't
I'm writing graphic images and spazzin with lyrics
I got pages filled with em
And bringing rage every time I spit
I've always been a renegade
When the pen touch the page
I stay carrying a few grenades
So if a rapper wanna war I'll bomb first
You'll go out with a BANG like an Ariana concert
God damn I lost my mind
Crossed the line and ever since my Ex b*tch my heart's been hard to find
I'm causin homicides
Get chalked if you outta line
I'm the f*ckin HULK of this rap sh*t
And that's the bottom line
f*ckin jaw will get smashed in
The war hasn't happen yet
But..
If I'm ever mentioned in the same sentence as Yachty and the rest of this fag sh*t
These n*ggas will get blasted
And end up inside of a casket, I brought the gasoline
Handful of matches
The f*ckin as*h*le is back b*tch , Yea !
And now that I'm back
I'm ready to attack and with these deadly raps
Machete to your back
I know is messy when I get on tracks
Unknown is scary when he spazz
You better feel threatened
My skills deadly
I'm still ready
Will kill my enemies
The lyrical steel is right next to me
I'm ill with the pen you see
Toss a bomb towards your mom her body parts are right next to me
I don't write with caution
Man my pen is heartless
Ima violent artist
And the mic gets torched up
And your life is tortured
When my rhymes are thought of
Many motherf*ckas wanna know where I hide the corpses
And you lie there worthless
You don't rhyme with purpose
I suggest you leave the mic alone you will be murdered
And the truth will hurt ya
I don't wanna hear your stupid verses
I'm putting the f*ckin industry on notice n*ggga

(Outro)
Yea…. wait
Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up
I said
I'm putting the f*ckin industry on notice n*ggga
You motherf*ckas better warn them cuz im coming for them, yea
I'm robbin every motherf*cka in the industry from
Jay, Diddy to 50
Wayne, Drake and Nicki
Dre and Jimmy
You motherf*ckas better give me every single penny
Before this clip gets empty motherf*cka

*Gun shots then beat fades out*