Smoking Gun Lyrics by Inpatient & Ren, Chris Webby
(Feat. Ren Chris Webby)
Come easy, the champion
Come easy, the thunder gon’ come
Come easy, damage is done
I’m the one, the smoking gun
It come easy, stuck in my ways
Come easy, contaminate the scenery
Damage is done
I’m the one, the smoking gun
The long arm of the law, they bust my front door
So I flush two pounds then I flush two more
But I fucked up ’cause I left a pound in the drawer
Now I’m face down getting fucked by the law
Oh, shit, better dip and be quick to move
In the back room we got six zips of shrooms
So I lick my lips and I sit to eat
Didn’t get locked up, but I tripped for weeks
It come easy, the champion
Come easy, the thunder gon’ come
Come easy, damage is done
I’m the one, the smoking gun
It come easy, stuck in my ways
Come easy, contaminate the scenery
Damage is done
I’m the one, the smoking gun
Met a chick named Jane with a thick ass frame
She’s an ice-cold bitch but I love her the same
I come easy when she scream my name (“Oh, Ren”)
Wait, bitch, what the fuck you say?
Aww, shucks, my bad, I was hitting it, too
Fuck y’all, I’m out!
I guess I’m sticking with you
But I really wish I didn’t, hindsight’s a bitch
‘Cause nine months later she had Webby’s kid
It came easy, fresh out the womb
Oh, Jesus! What should I do?
I called up the dude
And he said, “Fuck you!
And oh, by the way, you got syphilis, too”
Now I’m seething, “That’s what you get”
So I breathe in, reach for the neck
And squeeze him, but that shit don’t hurt
‘Cause I’m still feeling all them shrooms from last verse
Ah, shit, wait Chris, are you feeling okay?
Well, the wall’s kind of melting, but I’m otherwise straight
You sure? ’cause judging by the state of you mate
You’re a mess, you’re the one who’s got a rash on his taint
You see, mine cleared up in a couple of days
But I don’t got health care
Well, that’s a damn shame
Just try not to scratch it
I’ve got to run
And oh, by the way, say hi to my son
Come easy, the champion
Come easy, the thunder gon’ come
Come easy, damage is done
I’m the one, the smoking gun
It come easy, stuck in my ways
Come easy, contaminate the scenery
Damage is done
I’m the one, the smoking gun
Now it’s 12 years later and the story’s not done
Yeah, I know I sound like Chris but I’m not, I’m the son
See, I never met my father, but they say I got his voice
And luckily for me, my mother wasn’t pro-choice
So the dumb bitch had me, but my fuckin’ stepdad
He’s some British cocksucker, always mean and unhappy
And I just want to kill this motherfucker so bad
Oh, shit! He just got home, “Hi, Dad!”
I’m not your father, bitch, try and get it through your head
Your dad overdosed on mushrooms 12 years ago, he’s dead
Otherwise, I wouldn’t be stuck here having to raise you
You little shameful, ungrateful brat, I hate you!
Um… sure, Dad, I mean, Mr. Ren, you got it
Imma shoot this motherfucker with the gun up in my closet
What you say?
I said uh, gum is stuck in my pocket
I don’t know how I forgot it, but I should go and wash it
Fuck sake, you really are autistic as your father was
I guess that’s the result of a pregnancy with a lot of drugs
You should have been an abortion, should have pulled the plug
You know what, Mr. Ren, why don’t you hold that thought
Got the pistol from my closet, brought it downstairs quick
And then I held it out in front of me and aimed it at his dick
Wait a second, little man, hold on, let’s talk through this
Don’t be foolish, do you even know how to use it?
(Gunshot)
Yeah, I do, actually
I looked it up on YouTube
You fucking dickhead