P.O.S. - Gimme Gimme Gunshots lyrics

Well, some of you might be sittin' out
There tryin' not to like us
But we- we want you to know we good

I am a gun

Okay frustration takes a fast cat
And slows 'em down like a
Bullet forced through layers
Of disgusting Biggie Smalls fat (Mmhm)
Still gets the job done (Right, yeah)
But only now it takes like ten gun claps
To stab the fat of just one (Ohh right)
The effort of a bullet through
A hero's cheesecake armor
Doesn't make him less a hero
More a metaphor for life (life)
My effort works in full clips
Only hero's a farmer (Cause he)
Cause he helps me fatten up and
That's my bullet into strife, you know?


I knew this guy, hell bent on getting over
I said help me paint this fence shit
"Oh my god it's fun!" (But it wasn't, ever)
I called him Huckleberry Fuck-up
Cause he pulled that crap like every
Day and nothing ever got done
(God, God, God) the frustrated
Crumble under the way to 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

Let me give a little cause
To the flickering sun
Stop, drop, then gimme props, gimme gunshots
Gimme all that work, gimme age spots
Gimme all that hurt, gimme snapshots
Lemme get a photograph and laugh
Under your bad news
Kill the wet words, give me effort
Let me give a little cause to the bickering
Then stop stop the short short for flickering
Gimme work, gimme hurt, gimme effort
Kill the weak plots, gimme gimme gunshots
Kill the weak plots, gimme gimme gunshots
Kill the weak plots, gimme gimme guns

I can't deny it, I'm a straight rider
You don't wanna fuck with Doomtree

I've got ambitions of a rider
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 fourteen, I think)
Give me the strength to pierce flesh
The highest caliber of focus
That or give me death
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 kill that bitch from the inside
You know what I'm sayin'
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 passion my bullet will not think
Twice before before bashing (No, it won't)
Thank God I put effort into
Everything fucking thing I do
(seriously, come on, I mean seriously?) so

Let me give a little cause
To the flickering sun
Stop, drop, then gimme props, gimme gunshots
Gimme all that work, gimme age spots
Gimme all that hurt, gimme snapshots
Lemme get a photograph and laugh
Under your bad news
Kill the wet words, give me effort
Let me give a little cause to the bickering
Then stop stop the short short for flickering
Gimme work, gimme hurt, gimme effort
Kill the weak plots, gimme gimme gunshots
Kill the weak plots, gimme gimme gunshots

Let me give a little cause
To the flickering sun
Stop, drop, then gimme props, gimme gunshots
Gimme all that work, gimme age spots
Gimme all that hurt, gimme snapshots
Lemme get a photograph and laugh
Under your bad news
Kill the wet words, give me effort
Let me give a little cause to the bickering
Then stop stop the short short for flickering
Gimme work, gimme hurt, gimme effort
Kill the weak plots, gimme gimme gunshots
Kill the weak plots
Gimme gimme g-gimme g-gimme gimme
Gimme gimme guns

Bang pow
Yeah p-p-p pow