Lyrics:
now checking the sun
And he's killed by a car as
He goes for his gun
So much for the smell of
The black powder smoke
And the stand in the street
it
So pleez - yount wanna beef me cock back uzi
Back ta make peace yount wanna harm me
You fuckn with an army
We all got big guns tuck by the tummy
Me
Dyckman, she Dominican
Grimey savage, that's what we are (we are)
Grimey shooters dressed in G-Star (star)
GS9, I go so hard (hard)
But GS for my gun
care when it's too hot for the hammer
You know the hawk is right
(By your side)
Until you get to the car
And you gotta get through the D before you
Yeah, growing up on the Saints Row
With decked out guns and cars
(Decked out guns and cars)
Whenever we roll by
Everyone knows who we are (Knows who
stand by me
When you're walking down
Your eyes are filled with burning rage
And it may seem to overpower you
Let it go boy, once again
Wear a fast gun
[Bizzy Bone]
Give it to em, bring your gun
Give it to em, bring your gun
[Krayzie Bone]
Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
not waiting around for the sequel; all these people in power are evil.
cll these celebs are protected by weapons but criticizing us all from their
smiling and waving her gun
Picking off cheerleaders one by one
Oh, Buffy's pom-pom just blew to bits
Oh no, Mitzi's head just did the splits
God, my
they're vaginas
Gettin' blasted by our finest
Weapons of mass destruction
My lyrics mixed with his production
KAMEHAMEHA
Trevillain's comin' for you
drunk
I'm voting for Trump
Cause that's what Jesus wants
My mama got shot
But the guy got caught
Cause I had more guns than him
More guns than he got
My
'em now, down to your bitch
Nigga you sick, fronting like you tougher than what you are
'Til the gun is coming through the driver's side of your car
eagle flies for me
Lord how happy I am in the land of the free
Root beer
Guns!
Beef jerky
Brisket!
The Father, Son and His spirit (Yeah! Praise the Lord)
to help you up
Are you the man you thought you'd be by the time that you turned thirty-three?
Are you still a bullet in your daddy's gun?
Don't forget
Everybody was running
But I couldn't hear nothing
Except gun blasts, it happened so fast
I didn't really know this kid
Though I sit by him in class
Everybody was running
But I couldn't hear nothing
Except gun blasts, it happened so fast
I didn't really know this kid
Though I sit by him in class
It increases the overall death rate, motherfucking TV preaching death and hate
Leading us by fear and lies that's smoking gun 5
Are you still alive
begging for your pardon
Please take me back in the morning!
Oh, these are the roses
I picked them from your garden
I'm begging for your pardon
Please take
of Death"
Play, "Stella by Starlight" for Lady Macbeth
Don't worry, Mr. President, help's on the way
Your brothers are coming, there'll be hell to pay
the rising sun
When you live and die by the life we breathe
In the barrel of a loaded gun
Guns talk to me in my sleep at night
And a gun somewhere is
Protect and serve... your coffee and donuts
While kids are covered in blood and their parents are tased
By a lion, tin man and scarecrow all hiding behind
The disappointment will fade from their eyes
The lows will be erased by all of my highs
Bonds are broken just as quick they were formed
Guns are loaded, do I want
checkmate in two moves
I'm a top gun but you fucks are two-twos
Don't make a loose move
I got a name like Johnny Wayne
I'm shooting at stars
Literally
black before my old listless body hit the floor
She slit my throat
She watched me die
Now my rambling days are done
But now I fear I'm bound by sin by
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