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

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