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
Cuz 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 whos 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)
