gun to my head
: Ager Man x2] It ain't no room for no non-ass soldier niggas an it's amazin how the heat bring out the hoe in niggas when pistols blazin. [Verse 10
I'm victimized and tantalized Brutalized and chained They'll devastate - intoxicate They're driving me insane - forever They regulate - investigate
Sweetheart! Pack your lunch! Pack your extra magazine! We have a wonderful day ahead! Your Magnum is laying by the phone Ready for the day Don't look
Dum, dum, dum, honey what have you done? Dum, dum, dum it's the sound of my gun. Dum, dum, dum, honey what have you done? Dum, dum, dum it's the sound
bottle, might catch a bad one Have a mid-life crisis when you're ten years young If this Jesus piece around your neck is bigger than your pistol It makes
(feat. El-P) [Aesop Rock (El-P):] Before shooting troops was cooler than hula hoops High noon was your basic who's who of brutal truth Hot summer gun
I've never seen a such smooth hotter figure I bet the taste gets sweeter and sweeter Like a diamond-head I slither I'm harder then a Parthenon pillar
They say every great western has it's cowboy. The say every cowboy has his gun. Wouldn't you know, another showdown going down at sunrise. There go those
Too much is never enough. Super-size, my eyes like satellites. The say live faster. The say die harder. I've got my TV on channel zero all night long
These guitars won't stay in tune. These fists are raised against you. These words refuse to rhyme. These kids won't stay in line tonight. Black eyes,
Momma, momma don't you waste those prayers on me. Momma, momma, won't you wash those tears away. I'm so red my credit line's fucked up, bankrupt on borrowed
On the back of a pack of matches, I wrote a letter today. With a bottle of kerosene, I toast to the bourgeoisie. Tonight, they say everything's gonna
This freedom rings, it stings my skin like the chill of a sinner. This freedom rings, it stings my skin, just like the chill... A lot of people are seeing