Lyrics:
I needed something from you An echo of the truth Now I know why Two people never made up one Smokin' barreled gun What's nothing today is nothing
(Chorus) Err'ybody get your Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off Stay strapped homie this shit is about to pop off Me I be a G from way back in
I will wait here Find my place here Girl there's nothing to explain Cause you And me Our love is Ready strong And you I see The ocean Barreled long
and singing Catch it Gotta ride it Getting barreled Deep inside it Put your hands out Gotta claim it That's a wipeout Paddle back out to the break cause
Who laughs the longest who drives the hardest Pleasure and leisure, make mine a double measure with friends Just because I ain't double barreled
a strong head wind And I barreled...through California! And even on a cloudy day And the end the sun peaks through Between the mountains
even though you’re not listening Because I hate this hollow shell of who I used to be With splintered fragments that you left after you barreled straight
Embers like knives, cutting through the night Double barreled Desert Eagle, triggers on wires Caught by surprise I'm growing older Running further from
even though you're not listening Because I hate this hollow shell of who I used to be With splintered fragments that you left after you barreled straight
up Bat to beat em up Machete cut em up Acid burn em up Body barreled up Your body barreled up Magic magic I make you dissappear David Copperfield I
little monkey Does sod all work all he makes sure is that it stays funky Barreled The ships turned over That stupid little twits got a bloody hangover
You'd think there's something underneath My life is sedentary Barreled through there nothing more to take Think I'll sleep and accomplish something
a short-barreled Bat .44 It was plain he was ready and waitin' He leaned a bit forward and said When you call me Shorty, say Mister, my friend Maybe you'd
All you hoes, be cryin' for these bitches All you niggas, be cryin' for these hoes Both hands clusty Pullin' out gats Double barreled Blew off
Welcome to the coffin foeder Harvest my victim's brain and turn it into mashed grain (Barreled rage) Oaken grave (Barreled rage) Oaken grave
in this Dickensian Office above the small printing presses, sits Mr. Bates, middle Aged, meticulous, writing with a gold barreled fountain pen. He's
a short-barreled Bat .44 It was plain he was ready and waitin' He leaned a bit forward and said When you call me Shorty, say Mister, my friend Maybe you'd
off the shotty guns And a barreled sawed-off And all the body bags come with the white chalk Nigga while you on a mission my nigga better protect
more than rough It's a fact of life it's tough to cut his fever ass It's drinkin' beer and pullin' trailers Tighten may on barreled razors
Fate points the finger It is a double-barreled ringer You're the one, you're the one That's been touched by the singer And then in the night
Fate points the finger It is a double-barreled ringer You're the one, you're the one That's been touched by the singer And then in the night cold
on as they barreled through the fog. The demon puffing madly on a mentholated log. They were tired, they were sleepy, So they parked behind the Roxy. Adam
And their double-barreled guns You'd better hurry rabbit, run, run, run 'Cause mincing you is fun And there's a lot of hungry hatters in this world Set
woman just like you My great great Grandmother Wore a calico gown She had a double-barreled shotgun That she never set down My great Grandmother
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