Busdriver
Текст песни Gun Control

(Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up)

Hey!
Cheaper cheeba, cheaper cheeba
I think it would be cheaper if I grow your cheeba
Hide your beeper, ride a zebra
I wonder why you glorify 9 millimeters
(scat) shoot (scat) at revolving doors
wild on the floor, involved in war, or crawling on all fours

Gun control!

Hey!
Why would you pride yourself on being a Luger holder
When the only gun you held is a SuperSoaker?
But I'm a killer finger, but I'm 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 your tough, bullet-proofed up
But the men who carry guns got mullets and crew cuts.

White conservatives, who formed the oligarchy
who'll call you "darkie", and they hate commies and Paul McCartney
The two nigga shooting at the general cinema
but their self-image is a mental enema.
Plus an exchange of gun fire will more likely kill your man Busdriver.

Cheaper cheeba, cheaper cheeba
I think it would be cheaper if I grow your cheeba
Hide your beeper, ride a zebra
I wonder why you glorify 9 millimeters
(scat) shoot (scat) at revolving doors
wild on the floor, involved in war, or crawling on all fours

Gun control!

Oh! Goodbye, cruel world!
I'll never see my children or my stuff again!
(clack, clack!)
Oh! On a scale of 1 to 10 my life was... pretty good.
I may be shot in any one of your city or hoods.

Hey!
Bullets are 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 and a pacifist don't work well
And this has had pouring rain putting out those warring flames
Warning shots in the air hit angles and I got blood in my storm drain

Sometimes I run over woodland creatures and they become roadkill
But still fans stood in the bleachers and come to the Blowed, still
But you, you're overkill, you wanna shoot at recordable CD's
Like they were clay pigeons, I told you I was babysitting
And you thought I came back from a gun fair, but I'm really into child care

Cheaper cheeba, cheaper cheeba
I think it would be cheaper if I grow your cheeba
Hide your beeper, ride a zebra
I wonder why you glorify 9 millimeters
(scat) shoot (scat) at revolving doors
wild on the floor, involved in war, or crawling on all fours

Gun control!

Oh! Goodbye, cruel world!
I'll never see my children or my stuff again!
(Argh!)
On a scale of 1 to 10 my life was a 30 below with a chance of showers
But still I had the manpower to sit in front of a mic stand for hours.