Sage Francis - Gunz Yo Lyrics
i'm on fire, i'm on fireme too, me tooguns yo, i keep one in my pillowcaseit keeps me safe when i sleep, still i keep awakewhat if my dream girl pays a midnight visit?i see the world thru the scope but i gain no insight with itwhen i get introspective i put the safety onmake these songswith the biscuit sittin in my shaky palmsi'm a man now (a real man)not the one who went to two collegesgrovellin' over meal plansi'm starin' at the ceiling fanall wide-eyedamazed by the ways the blades break the silencei used to be afraid of firin'it sounded startlingbut now i'm starting to hate the quiet momentsmight remind you of a mikeby the way i hold it (to the grill)a homophobic rapperunaware of the graphic nature of phallic symbolstragically ironic, suckin' off each others' gats & pistolsi got more back issues than guns and ammocuz my oozy weighs a tonand i never let go of the handlehangin' on to mommy's pant legdouble-fistin'knee-deep in shells kickin' ballisticsthis dick is a detachable penisan extension of my manhood positioned like a fetusan intravenous hook-up feeds bullets to my magazinenevermind the bullocks, my pistol is a sex machineguns yo (sex machine)bust iti got another gun (what)i keep it in my briefcaseit keeps me safe at my workplacecubicle gangster who's in need of his personal spaceangster of love who's unable to look girls in his facecuz i know that all the stupid people increase the birth ratei'm just about dumb enough to hold up a sperm bankmake my demands and then facilitate fur tradesempty the bird cage and release the mermaidshuhi got a waterguni keep it in my mouthit keeps me safe from the things i like to speak aboutbut words are leakin' outand all these smiles that i crackare like a dam on the verge of collapsethere ain't no turnin' backin fact i can't hold down my fluidscan't retract statementswithout water displacementflooded the basementthen sought refugeremoved my waterproof vest and then i kicked off my wet shoesmade it to dry landpistol in handfistfuls of ammo riding on a camelthru a desert of sandlucid dreams are a lot like computer screenspeople have pretentious conversations but i shoot the breezeblow a hole straight thru their long-winded theorieshold my own and make songs for them to sing with meits the same type of heat that millie usedto break the ice with santa clauswhen she made him sing the christmas bluescapitalists strung her up for killin'emevery manufactured holiday they sacrifice another victimbefore wartime depression sets ini get to step inand shoe shine my weaponi'm hemorrhoid, i'm the leaderyou're dead like dey lai hold my crotch like a nine-millimeterguns yo(i'm on fire) (me too)(nine-millimeter) (sex machine)
