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Featuring Jah Drumma I've got guns out to here, goons out to there Brown's where the pounds fuck up the atmosphere (boom!) Body parts everywhere (boom!) Oh God it's just no fair (boom!) Sound buey beware (boom!) We about metal, we're fair (boom!) Put your guns in the air (boom!) You know we just don't care (boom!) I see through your chest sip to Rihanna Don't even bother, put the jury on My hienas pop the meanest that your shit smash Believe me nigga, not ya, ya don't want that See magnificence if you ever witnessed this For that whack shit orient tipycist It's rather die nigga ain't no other options Only pop out respect is that pop bucket Most in pussy, all them full of geese Are you ex-cop but rap fuck police Don't like the feds but all them your peeps Yea you rappers faggot, poopoo my bruncher badge Andy Griffith niggas, they all got a badge I can pin that paint, make it hurt like Johnny Cash All that singin shit so rap, get up outta here SongtexteKnew you was a bitch, count your birthdays in dog years We dark yes, they couldn't even see us when the fog clears A bunch of kings and queens and queens are nothing cuz they all queers They wet behind they ears, demons is they fears So they go and join their forces, make them wear that women gear I've got guns out to here, goons out to there Brown's where the pounds fuck up the atmosphere (boom!) Body parts everywhere (boom!) Oh God it's just no fair (boom!) Sound buey beware (boom!) We about metal, we're fair (boom!) Put your guns in the air (boom!) You know we just don't care (boom!) Saw a dragon on the concrete Spot flyin like the Baccardo Spiff with the whacko and the wheemie Modern day cheech but my van dan a camel Pistol whippin bitches so you know your man handle Saving ammo, Hulk smash Bruce Banner breaking shackles, DNA samples in my spackle Going Jeckyll All these fuckin tough guy looks You's a tough guy? Look Oh you top of the line my brother shit Where's your check book nigga? Keddle with the metal Bunch of shipyard iron, I'm ghetto with the metal Heads I sever, from the neck up like I'm never them I guess I gotta be kiddin so I went ahead and behead him Shouts are heavy for some inspiration I'm California cakin, medicatin, meditatin Cause I'm paper chasin my pride, my mind's racin' These niggas actin shitty and they rollin sticky in that weed, that's for the semis now Guns everywhere What the fuck yall? I'm supposed to go back nigga? That's fucked up nigga Aus Songtexte Mania