Gunz Yo

I'm on fire, I'm on fire Me too, Me too Gunz yo I keep one in my pillowcase It keeps me safe when I sleep Still I keep awake What if my dream girl pays a midnight visit I see the world through the scope but I gain no insight with it When I get introspective I put the safety on Make these songs with the biscuits sittin' in my shakey palms I'm a man now (a real man) Not the one who went to two colleges groveling over meal plans (nah) I'm staring at the ceiling fan All wide-eyed Amazed by the ways the blades break the silence I used to be afraid of firin' The sound was startlin' But now I'm startin' to hate the quiet moments Might remind you of a mic like the way I hold it To the grill A homophobic rapper Unaware of the graphic nature of phallic symbols Tragically ironic (suckin' off each others gats and pistols) I got more back issues than guns and ammo 'cause my uzi ways a ton And I never let go of the handle Hangin' on to mommy's pantleg Double fisted Knee deep in shells kickin balistics This dick! is a detachable penis An extension of my manhood position like a fetus An intraveinous hookup feeds bullets to my magazine Nevermind your bullets My pistol is a sex machine Gunz yo (sex ma- sex machine) (One, two, there you go-a) Bust it I got another gun I keep it in my briefcase It keeps me safe at my workplace Cubicle gangster who's in need of his personal space (Angster of love) Cause I'm able to look girls in their face Cause I know that only stupid people increase the birth rates I'm just about dumb enough to hold up a sperm bank Make my demands and then facilitate fur trades Empty the bird cage And release the mermaids I got a water gun (what) I keep it in my mouth It keeps me safe from the things I like to speak about But words are leakin' out And all these smiles that are crackle I'm like damn I'm on the verge of collapse There ain't no turnin' back In fact I can't hold down my fluids Can't retract statements Without water displacement Flooded the basement Then sought refuge Removed my waterproof vest then I kicked off my wet shoes Made it to dry land pistol in hand Fistfulls of ammo riding on a camel in the desert sand Lucid dreams Are a lot like computer screens People have pretentios conversations but I shoot the breeze Blow a hole straight through their long winded theories Hold my own and make songs for them sing with me It's the same type of heat that Millie used To break the ice with Santa Clause when she made him sing the christmas blues Capitalists strung her up for killin' him Every manufactured holiday they sacrifice another victim Before wartime depression sets in I get to steppin' And shoe shine my weapon I'm hemroid I'm the leader You're dead like De La I hold my crotch like a nine milimeter Gunz yo (nine milimeter) (I'm on fire, I'm on fire) (Me too, me too) (Sex ma- sex machine sex machine) (One, two, there you go-a)