GUNSHOW

Lyrics

[Intro] The mind is the king of the senses And the breath is the king of the mind [Verse 1: Obi Ill Terrors] You best hope they pile all the steel from the free world on my grave And put bolts in my stomach 'cause when I go to hell, no, I won't behave You best hope that they pile all the steel from the free world on my grave And put bolts in my stomach 'cause when I go to hell, no, I won't behave [Pre-Chorus: Lil Dijon] Ooh, and it's not just what it seems Ooh, won't you burn me at the stake? Oh, there's nothing, nothing I ever could want And it's nothing, nothing [Chorus: Lil Dijon] It's away But it's plain to see, there's something in the air It's away But it's plain to see, there's something in the air Far away I see you slipping over, closer to the edge It's away But it's plain to see, there's something in the air [Verse 2: Marty Bugatti] Yeah, check the sound, turn it up on your telly We rocking every single station, blowing up the celly Rub on your nipples and blow it, wet your fucking whistle Big liquor flowing off the top floor, it's not a little I'm telling war stories, go overhead, they laugh and giggle And they don't drop it low for anyone unless it's Triple One, belittling all my sons, they dribbling off their tongues Glistenin', fiddlin', nibblin' these nuts [Pre-Chorus: Lil Dijon] Ooh, and it's not just what it seems Ooh, won't you burn me at the stake? Oh, there's nothing, nothing I ever could want And it's nothing, nothing [Bridge: Obi Ill Terrors] Yeah, I'm a ghost in this world Petrified lover, do the most in this world I could try and I'll fail But I won't give in 'til dead or in a cell, like Yeah, I'm a ghost in this world Petrified lover, do the most in this world, ah I could try but I'll fail I won't give in I'm 'til dead or in a cell, God [Chorus: Lil Dijon] It's away But it's plain to see, there's something in the air It's away But it's plain to see, there's something in the air Far away I see you slipping over, closer to the edge It's away But it's plain to see, there's something in the air [Outro] When you observe yourself within, you see a world of images, generally known as fantasies