Busdriver - Gun Control lyrics
[Busdriver - Gun Control lyrics]
Cheeba cheeba, cheeba cheeba
I think it would be cheaper
If I grow your cheeba
Hide your beeper, ride a zebra
I wonder why you glorify nine millimeters
If you shoot you eat it, you eat it
Creep behind revolving doors
Wild on the floor involved in war
Or crawling on all fours (gun control)
Why would you pride yourself
On being a luger-holder
When the only gun you've
Held is a supersoaker?
But, I'm the killer finger
Without 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 you're tuff, bullet-proofed up
But the men that carry guns
Got mullets and crew cuts
White conservatives who form the oligarchy
Who'll call you darky
And hate commies and Paul McCartney
They're through nigga-shootin' at
The general cinema
But the self image is a mental enema
Plus an exchange of gunfire
Is more likely to kill your man Busdriver
Cheeba cheeba, cheeba cheeba
I think it would be cheaper
If I grow your cheeba
Hide your beeper, ride a zebra
I wonder why you glorify nine millimeters
If you shoot you eat it, you eat it
Creep behind revolving doors
Wild on the floor involved in war
Or crawling on all fours (gun control)
I'll never see my children or stuff again
("clack, clack")
Oh!, on a scale of one to ten
My life was pretty good
I may be shot in any one
Of your city or hoods hey
Bullets be 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 in a public
Place don't work well
And this is a pouring rain
Putting out those warring flames
The warning shots in the air hit angels
Now I got blood in my storm drain
Sometimes I run over woodland creatures
And they become road-kill
But still fans stood in the bleachers
And come to the 'Blowed' still
But, you, your overkill
You want to shoot at recordable cds
Like they were clay pigeons
I told you I was "babysitting" and you
Thought I came back from a gunfare
But, I'm really into childcare
Cheeba cheeba, cheeba cheeba
I think it would be cheaper
If I grow your cheeba
Hide your beeper, ride a zebra
I wonder why you glorify nine millimeters
If you shoot you eat it, you eat it
Creep behind revolving doors
Wild on the floor involved in war
Or crawling on all fours (gun control)
I'll never see my children or my stuff again
("Arghh!") on a scale of one to ten
My life was a 30 below
With a chance of showers
But yet I had the man power to sit
In front of a mic stand for hours
I think it would be cheaper
If I grow your cheeba
Hide your beeper, ride a zebra
I wonder why you glorify nine millimeters
If you shoot you eat it, you eat it
Creep behind revolving doors
Wild on the floor involved in war
Or crawling on all fours (gun control)
Why would you pride yourself
On being a luger-holder
When the only gun you've
Held is a supersoaker?
But, I'm the killer finger
Without 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 you're tuff, bullet-proofed up
But the men that carry guns
Got mullets and crew cuts
White conservatives who form the oligarchy
Who'll call you darky
And hate commies and Paul McCartney
They're through nigga-shootin' at
The general cinema
But the self image is a mental enema
Plus an exchange of gunfire
Is more likely to kill your man Busdriver
Cheeba cheeba, cheeba cheeba
I think it would be cheaper
If I grow your cheeba
Hide your beeper, ride a zebra
I wonder why you glorify nine millimeters
If you shoot you eat it, you eat it
Creep behind revolving doors
Wild on the floor involved in war
Or crawling on all fours (gun control)
I'll never see my children or stuff again
("clack, clack")
Oh!, on a scale of one to ten
My life was pretty good
I may be shot in any one
Of your city or hoods hey
Bullets be 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 in a public
Place don't work well
And this is a pouring rain
Putting out those warring flames
The warning shots in the air hit angels
Now I got blood in my storm drain
Sometimes I run over woodland creatures
And they become road-kill
But still fans stood in the bleachers
And come to the 'Blowed' still
But, you, your overkill
You want to shoot at recordable cds
Like they were clay pigeons
I told you I was "babysitting" and you
Thought I came back from a gunfare
But, I'm really into childcare
Cheeba cheeba, cheeba cheeba
I think it would be cheaper
If I grow your cheeba
Hide your beeper, ride a zebra
I wonder why you glorify nine millimeters
If you shoot you eat it, you eat it
Creep behind revolving doors
Wild on the floor involved in war
Or crawling on all fours (gun control)
I'll never see my children or my stuff again
("Arghh!") on a scale of one to ten
My life was a 30 below
With a chance of showers
But yet I had the man power to sit
In front of a mic stand for hours