Ray Gun
[Intro]

[Male Caller]
Yeah, I been bumping Ray Gun all fucking day, all day
All fucking day, at probably 50 plays, maybe 100. Later

[Second Skit: C.Ray and Twisted Insane]
C.Ray: This is Charlie Ray, reporting in
Twisted Insane: Go for Ray
C.Ray: We have eyes on the enemy. They appear to be dabbers, and a group of individuals shouting for us to watch them Whip and Nae Nae
Twisted Insane: The fuck?
C.Ray: We are unable to decipher further communications at this time
Twisted Insane: Why?
C.Ray: It's mostly garble, I repeat, the mumbling is unintelligible at best
Twisted Insane: Copy that
C.Ray: Just in, they are hitting the Quan. I repeat, they are hitting the Quan. Did you hear what I said? Over
Twisted Insane: Ready the weapon
C.Ray: Copy that. Charging weapon
(Sound of weapon charging)
C.Ray: Weapon ready
Twisted Insane: Fire
[Verse 1: C.Ray]
Yeah, I'm in the place with the evil (creature)
Henny in the face with the reefer (reaper)
Ragged on the waist like a beeper
They don't run the game but wanna play it from the bleachers
Lead them, to the pearly gates the procedure, every time somebody end up praying for the feature
Research, study every legend see how each works
Defending my passion my reaction is in each word
He hurt, throwing in the towel, make 'em reverse, immersed, in this rap shit till the deep dirt, need church, can't nobody save him, could it be worse, rehearsed on the album cover in a cheap skirt
I do it cause my children gotta eat first, you never stopping bitch I'm [?] like I need nurse
All you niggas making bread off of dumb shit, ya body like a t-shirt ,mothafucka I am, the alcoholic that you heard about, pre-funk fuck around and put your furnace out
You bitch niggas going down like the Dirty South, buried in ya blouse get you murdered by the word of mouth
Ray hit 'em with the flame like the barrel tucked
They tell me I don't age I just level up
She ain't with it, turn the page, find a better fuck, playing hard to get as if she could ever get enough
But she gon' fuck around with me
And I'mma cut it down quickly
Gotta get back on my job, mothafuckas sound iffy
Kill 'em all with the ganja, while I'm chugging down whiskey
I'm turnt, and I don't give a fuck right now, everybody better duck right now
To the grave I'mma send 'em, dip a blade in the venom, got some killas in the cut right now

[Hook: C.Ray]
They all got a ray gun on 'em, I shoot through 'em
They 'gon run if I pursue 'em, take my time when I'm producing
Make my diamond right from music
I'm block away, them shots'll spray, and all them games gon' stop today, from grassy knoll to casket closed, I drop 'em
Keep one cocked and pop that ray gun on 'em
Keep one cocked and pop that ray gun on 'em
Stop the talking, cock that ray gun on 'em
And get to chopping, cock that ray gun on 'em, that ray gun on 'em
[Verse 2: C.Ray]
And I'm just tryna get to the money, for my family so you can find with my kids where it's sunny
And you know what it is coming from me, nothing but the real nigga, I be in the crib looking mummy on the mic, in my flip-flops, tighter than a pent lock, higher than the tip-top, looking at my tummy
And I don't need a pit stop, never will I quit, Pop told me keep it pushing life is real and isn't funny, you dummy
Cause they don't wanna see you on the TV, unless you get arrested or get shot by local PD, when everyone around is tryna find out taking freely, and they will really gun a nigga down for selling CD's
Ain't nobody safe, discouraged and my will about to break, to a lot of y'all can relate, got me feeling like I'm late, while I'm slipping in and out of grace, but time is the only enemy I face, everybody want a taste, of the recipe, they want the best to invest in they destiny, but doing less to impress while they rest at ease, and collecting the check you expect to see
But fuck that, the format has to change
No more entertainment whores with a half a brain
I go right for the war path ask Insane
We shine bright like a forecast after rain with a...

[Hook]

[Outro]
Weapons test successful. Target eliminated