Gimme Gimme Gunshots

Lyrics

[Sample] 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 [Verse 1] 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.. [Hook 1] 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 [Bridge] I can't deny it, I'm a straight rider You don't wanna fuck with Doomtree [Verse 2] 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.. [Hook] 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 [Hook] 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 [Cuts and scratches] Bang Pow Yeah P-p-p-pow