Tinfed
Текст песни Looking Down The Barrel Of A Gun

I'm...
Rolling down the hill, snowballing getting bigger
An explosion in the chamber, the hammer from the trigger
I seen him get stabbed, I watched the blood spill out
He had more cuts than my man Chuck Chillout
24 is my age and .22 is my gauge
I'm writing rhymes on a page, I'm going off in a rage
'Cause I'm out on a mission, a stolen car mission
Had a small problem with the transmission
Three on the tree in the middle of the night
I have this steak on my head 'cause I got into a fistfight
Life comes in phases, take the good with the bad
You bought those coins on the street and you know you got had
Because it's all high spirit, you know you got to hear it
Don't touch the mic, baby, don't come near it

It's gonna get you, it's gonna get you
It's gonna get you, girl, it's gonna get you

Lookin' down the barrel of a gun
Son of a gun, son of a bitch
Getting paid, getting rich

Ultraviolence running through my head
?, y'all, makin' me see red
Rapid fire Louie, like Rambo got bullets
I'ma' die harder like my kid Chase Willis
I love girlies, waxin' and milkin'
Coordinating dicks is my man Dave Scilken
Predetermined destiny is who I am
You got your finger on the trigger, like the Son of Sam
I'm like Clockwork Orange, goin' off on the town
Got homeboy bonanza to beat your ass down
I'm mad at my desk and I'd be writing all these curse words
Expressing my aggressions through my schizophrenic verse words
You're a headless chicken chasin', a sucker freebasin'
Looking for a fist to put your face in

Get hip, get hip, don't slip, knuckleheads
Racism is schism on a serious tip