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Chorus:Come get your tickets to the gun showLotta love, lotta lights, lotta gun smokeDon't run from the guns thoughWhy watch 'em in the back when you can feel 'em in the front row?And welcome to the spandex festWhere no matter the question, the answer's "yes"No denying this man is freshThe guns go "bang" and the crowd goes deafVerse 1: Who wanna see daddy dead lift a pick up truckWith no hiccup, just a thick, ripped up bustA fist rigged to crush the big bricks to dustAnd victims to mush, a bit ridiculousLadies get weak when they seeMe on a steed in the breeze so freeTestosterone factoryThe leather pants are better when they're tight enough to hear the pelvis shatteringI know you like the goodsI don't know why you wouldn'tCuz I've been chopping woodBut don't know where to put itI'm a lumberjack crossed with a thunder catSwords of omens and light...fight the gun clapSongtexteChorusVerse 2: [Playdough]Looked your name upIn the phone bookNothing new, front pew, check it oh lookIt was thick and tricky, still lift itAnd in the name of the Lord, I tore it and ripped itA gospel gangsta speedoCrossed with T-Bone and DeboA power team jumpsuitCheck it out one-twoSaturday night liveWe will pump you upWith a six pack, gift wrap your hatoradeWashboard belly, captain crunch the day-to-dayTX and flex and boiled upGet the band aids out cuz your boy's cutChorusBridge:I got lotion and I got soulUltraviolet remote controlCarbohydrates just say noAnd yes to the bovine growth hormonesMan I'll pull a charter bus with my teethI will massage you after that feat Aus Songtexte Mania