Post Analysis of an Analyst Results (Drill Instructor Analyst Noon-Bitch) (feat. Stevie Stone)

Yeah
Yeah,Yeah
Call me the Goat, we are not the same
Never take float, go against the grain
But he just a host, I'm not entertained
I just want to pimp and know attention all lames
I been going hard since the day that they came from A and to the P
A Muthafucka better pay'em, they been walking on my nerves
By the spot for a slay em, with some Tommies is in the lew
With for me to okay'em, notice when a N didn't say that
Send a shock wave through his wave cap
Threw my balls on the table, fill away
What you did to the homie Muthafucka this a payback
Homie really knew I been bump into real intense
Nothing to head-hunting, I've head bussin,
I feared nothing, Stevie Stone and Wyshmaster
With Kal or tips you ready to be somebody let me talk about it
Pull up to the block with the chop chop
Catch a couple limbs, have'm walk'em down
This is not your ordinary hot box
Team Stone N, we don't fuck around
When I leave the scene, there's a man down
Nine one one call the paramedics
Self-made N, no handouts
Big Stone go and check the analytics

I never respected a Rude Bitch
I nicknamed one a Noon-Bitch
Can't forget Stupid things he did
When we were both at U Seven Six
I berate his Traits and Leadership
Analyzed the units he been with
It makes sense he's a Little Kid
A Bitch, Dick, Prick and Arrogant

Let's talk about a time when
I wanted to be a better person leading
And that goal was almost shattered
I PCS'd to U Seventy-Six trying to improve myself
Met an Unprofessional Bastard
I listened to how others described him
From the first day I despised him
I just observed and stayed silent
Because everyone said he's a wild one (yeah whatever)

He walks into battalions' supplies
Thinking it is help that he will provide (lies)
Telling commanders who he thinks should be fired
Analyzed unit types, he never managed (unsubscribe him)
Never did Special Duty Assignments (hmmm)
And he hates on those type of kind of guys (why)
Yet, he still acts like a D-I (just stop)
Bullets still would fly without him in supply (fuck you and your products)

I never respected a Rude Bitch
I nicknamed one a Noon-Bitch
Can't forget Stupid things he did
When we were both at U Seven Six
I berate his Traits and Leadership
Analyzed the units he been with
It makes sense he's a Little Kid
A Bitch, Dick, Prick and Arrogant

Remove the tumors
That gossip and rumors
Speak stupidly of others
Like a dude named Nunez
His own community
Says he's delusional
Hence his rudeness
It's amusing
He got loose lips (Shut Your Mouth)
No not those lips
He lacks morals
And he lacks ethics
He's Unprofessional
He's a Rude Bitch
He is a Nuisance
I nicknamed him Noon-Bitch

Troops did what I told them, they did what he begged them
Control is an illusion, I never chased ribbons, I never chased awards
Or a reputation, irrelevant to the cause like the Bitch in this song
He tried to go back to FSMAO, they said HELL NO though
He's been way too comfortable as a SNCO
Check his credentials, he lacks where true leaders go
Still got promoted though, the board got it wrong

I never respected a Rude Bitch
I nicknamed one a Noon-Bitch
Can't forget Stupid things he did
When we were both at U Seven Six
I berate his Traits and Leadership
Analyzed the units he been with
It makes sense he's a Little Kid
A Bitch, Dick, Prick and Arrogant

Quit it with the tough-man act
It's insulting many Hats
Go inspect the DASF
Keep acting like a Ratchet
You keep saying spoon-fed
Look like you're well fed
So who's the Fat Kid
Who's a Fat Kid

Three Supply Analysts' photos on the West Pac wall
Pathetic Petty Pussy Pushed my photo way to the side
He who did it, definitely a peer of mine
I realized, this person is the Epitome of a Child

His peers knows in authority roles
He's been slacking in practicing in what true leaders do
A Master Gunnery Sergeant wearing a rank
Defiant to the needs of the Corps (to the Corps)
He's too coward to go where fearless goes
And kicked me out one night, out the FSMAO door
He once threw a tantrum directed at me
Like a four-year-old at Narita Airport

Whenever the bitch visited
Attempting an assist visit
I saw my Step-Sis, Cock debating Cyst visiting
It's sickening seeing a SME On dick measuring
Whore
Who worked for the IG
Dormant in more easier billets
Not a real Supply Chief
Hiding before retiring
Bitch is conniving
E-8 turned E-9
With his Stupid Mouth and Demeanor
I always wanted to stick a knife in him

I never respected a Rude Bitch
I nicknamed one a Noon-Bitch
Can't forget Stupid things he did
When we were both at U Seven Six
I berate his Traits and Leadership
Analyzed the units he been with
It makes sense he's a Little Kid
A Bitch, Dick, Prick and Arrogant

I never met a grown man so full of himself
When everyone congratulated me on being selected
Instead, you said I needed help
And I don't rate to be at top three percent
I lost respect for you ever since
At Narita Airport throwing a fit
You'll always be the Epitome of a Prick
A Contemptible man, hundred percent

And you can't be hiding at the IG or the RIP

You can't be hiding at the IG or the RIP