Gun Control
(专辑: Temporary Forever - 2002)
("shoot'em up, shoot'em up") Hey... Cheeba cheeba, cheeba cheeba I
think it would be cheaper if I
grow your cheeba Hide your beeper, ride a
zebra I
wonder why you glorify nine millimeters If you shoot you eat it, you eat it, creep behind revolving doors Wild on the
floor involved in war Or crawling on all fours... (gun control!) Why would you pride yourself on being a
luger-holder When the
only gun you've held is a
supersoaker? But I'm the
killer finger without a
millimeter Look on your face look just like gorilla sphincter When the
NRA gave you the
middle finger Told you that you couldn't join the
gun club due to your ethnic background Said you were born from the
septic trash mound So put the
gun back down You may think you're tuff, bullet-proofed up But the
men that carry guns got mullets and crew cuts White conservatives who form the
oligarchy Who'll call you darky, and hate commies and Paul McCartney They're through nigga-shooting at the
general cinema But the
self image is a
mental enema Plus an exchange of gunfire Is more likely to kill your man Busdriver Cheeba cheeba, cheeba cheeba I
think it would be cheaper if I
grow your cheeba Hide your beeper, ride a
zebra I
wonder why you glorify nine millimeters If you shoot you eat it, you eat it, creep behind revolving doors Wild on the
floor involved in war Or crawling on all fours... (gun control!) (As if just shot) Oh! goodbye cruel world I'll never see my children or stuff again ("clack, clack"!) Oh!, on a
scale of one to ten, my life was... pretty good I
may be shot in any one of your city or hoods Hey... Bullets be ricocheting, bouncing off church bells Fools be bailing, all you see is shirt tails But me and my personnel... we got merch to sell Besides violence in a
public place don't work well And this is a
pouring rain putting out those warring flames The
warning shots in the
air hit angels, now I
got blood in my storm drain Sometimes I
run over woodland creatures and they become road-kill But still fans stood in the
bleachers, and come to the
'Blowed' still But you, your overkill... You want to shoot at recordable cds like they were clay pigeons I
told you I
was "babysitting" and you thought I
came back from a
gunfare But I'm really into childcare Cheeba cheeba, cheeba cheeba I
think it would be cheaper if I
grow your cheeba Hide your beeper, ride a
zebra I
wonder why you glorify nine millimeters If you shoot you eat it, you eat it, creep behind revolving doors Wild on the
floor involved in war Or crawling on all fours... (gun control!) (As if just shot) Ughh! Goodbye cruel world I'll never see my children or my stuff again ("Arghh! ") On a
scale of one to ten, my life was a
30 below with a
chance of showers But yet I
had the
man power to sit in front of a
mic stand for hours