Shut out to guns and bullets, I now have guns and bullets... My bullets is in my wallets and my wallets are full of bullets... I am an outlet for guns and bullets... In front of my guns&bullets or at the face of my guns&bullets, there is no house for rent; let alone rooms to let... With my guns&bullets, I can to let your toilets... My bullets are like rocket, they sounds like wall socket-they sounds cricket, they are better than Gillette... There is bullet in my pocket, there are bullets in my wallet... I would sings you ballet, o ye my bullets...