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[Hook: Gator Creek] Looking in the barrel of a 12 gauge magnum Who's that standing behind the trigger finger squinting at me Looking down the barrel of a 12 gauge magnum I ain't never done nobody no wrong but me [Verse 1: Tinie Tempah] Stolen from the wild and released into captivity So when I'm near the public to long I act fidgety Act liberties have to take my gat to Liberty To stop that crazy bitch tryna snap my black dick off me Conceived cos no one used the condom or the pill But was welcomed with open arms like the statue that's in Brazil Mummy knew I'd be expensive so she nearly called me Bill Daddy thought that the stress would kill him so he nearly called me Will Weighing in at 7 pounds and 1 ounce this little miracle Got given a name with way too many syllables That made my registration in class a tad difficult And anyone who did telesales a little miserable Where my dark skin girls at and aboriginals Where my light skinned girls at? The whole of Liverpool All I ever wanted to do was be individual Says that black rapper on your stereo ha typical [Hook: Gator Creek] Looking in the barrel of a 12 gauge magnum SongtexteWho's that standing behind the trigger finger squinting at me Looking down the barrel of a 12 gauge magnum I ain't never done nobody no wrong but me [Verse 2: Tinie Tempah] Looking at a MILF, thinking bout filth Make that fuckin' O'Neil, then I give her the Shaquille I got all the top lawyers looking at my deals One UK tour we probably looking bout a mill Rocking my fur knowing something got killed I even gave PETA dough to help me deal with the guilt Might take Jameela Jamil for a meal But I still eat fried chicken and I still drink Lilt (for that totally tropical taste) Life on the edge Life on the ledge Life through the lens Life on the net Life in the press where there's a life there's a death Sometimes I literally hear God reply to my prayers If life is a bitch then life is my ex Who was so overly obsessed by the size of my head Told me I broke her heart then put a knife to my chest Now it's real cold on the other side of the bed Threw me in at the deep end despite of my fears These journalists can be fuckin' lions tigers and bears Vincent van Goghd em, gave em a work of art Now these critics all make me wanna fuckin' slice off my ears Fight club yeah Bought me a pair of Airs My niggas told me well done cos them mediums is rare Yeah looking down the barrel Shoot but don't let it stain my American Apparel Aus Songtexte Mania