P.o.s. - Gimme Gimme Gunshots lyrics

[sample] (Well, some of you might be sayin' like they tryin' not to like us But we, we want you to know we good) I am a gun {Huh} Okay frustration takes a fast cat And slows 'em down like a bullet forced through layers of disgusting Biggie Smalls fat Still gets the job done, But only now it takes like ten gun claps to stab the fat of just one The effort of a bullet through a hero Cheesecake armor Doesn't make him less a hero, more a metaphor for life, My effort works in full clips Only hero is a farmer Cause he helps me fatten up and that's my bullet into strife I knew this guy, hell bent on getting over I said help me paint this Fence, sh** "Oh my god it's fun!" But it wasn't... I called him Huckleberry f**up Cause he pulled that crap like every day and nothing ever got done The frustrated, crumble under the weight of their own bungling hate of their own brain Effort's like a gunshot - a split second of man-made perfection Dial up speed and direction So.. [Chorus] Let me give a little cause to the flickering sun Stop, drop, then gimme props, gimme gunshots Gimme all that work, gimme ink spots Gimme all that hurt, gimme snapshots Lemme get a photograph and laugh under your bad news Cut the wet words, give me effort Let me give a little cause to the bickering Then stop stop the start start for flickering Gimme work, gimme hurt, gimme effort k** the weak plots, gimme gimme gunshots k** the weak plots, gimme gimme gunshots k** the weak plots, gimme gimme guns [Bridge] I can't deny it, I'm a straight rider You don't wanna f** with DoomTree [Verse 2] I've got ambitions of a writer Like another famed victim of effort Less effort though Well...I guess he took it and smiled Five shots couldn't stop the knowledge dropper Turned Posthumous tip jar and clone donor But fifteen could (maybe it was 14) Give me the strength to pierce, flesh The highest caliber of focus that'll give me d**h The hammer pin, powder push A simple try'll do, I won't lie to you I'm simply trying to let that blood gush I'm simply trying to slip past mediocrity's lips Just wanna k** that b**h from the inside, The thorny Doom branch on the side of every blank loaded Armchair thinker, and backseat liver Your Parents mock people like Anne Rice You parody pa**ion My bullet will will not think twice before before bashing (I won't) (thank god i put effort into every little f**ing thing i do) So.. [Chorus] Let me give a little cause to the flickering sun Stop, drop, then gimme props, gimme gunshots Gimme all that work, gimme ink spots Gimme all that hurt, gimme snapshots Lemme get a photograph and laugh under your bad news Cut the wet words, give me effort Let me give a little cause to the bickering Then stop stop the start start for flickering Gimme work, gimme hurt, gimme effort k** the weak plots, gimme gimme gunshots k** the weak plots, gimme gimme gunshots Uh Uh Uh Let me give a little cause to the flickering sun Stop, drop, then gimme props, gimme gunshots Gimme all that work, gimme ink spots Gimme all that hurt, gimme snapshots Lemme get a photograph and laugh under your bad news Cut the wet words, give me effort Let me give a little cause to the bickering Then stop stop the start start for flickering Gimme work, gimme hurt, gimme effort k** the weak plots, gimme gimme gunshots k** the weak plots, gimme gimme g' gimme gimme gimme guns (Bang) (Pow) (stop the beat)