gun control

busdriver

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. 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-shootin' 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. oh! goodbye cruel world

i'll never see my children or stuff again

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