Busdriver - Gun Control lyrics

(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 shimmy 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 k**er 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 n***a shooting at the general cinema but their self-image is a mental enema. Plus an exchange of gun fire will more likely k** 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 roadk** But still fans stood in the bleachers and come to the Blowed, still But you, you're overk**, 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.