Gun Control

*Many of these lyrics are guessed*

Shoot em up shoot em up

Hey, cheeba cheeba, cheeba cheeba

I think it would be cheaper if a girl ya cheeba

Hide ya beepa, ride the zebra

I wonder why ya glorify 9 millimeters

If you shoot (?) have revolvin doors

While on the floor, involved in war, or crawlin on all fours

Gun control!

Hey, why would you pride yourself on bein a luger holder

When the only gun you held is a supersoaker

But I'm a killa finger, but I'm a millimeter

Too bad your face look just like a gorillas sphincter

When the NRA gave you the middle finger

Told you you couldn't join the gun club due to your ethnic background

Said you were born from the septic trash mound

So put the gun back down

You may think your tough, bullet-proofed up

But men who carry guns, got mullets and crew cuts

White conservatives, who formed an oligarchy

(?) to hit congress wit paul mccartney

The two nigga shooting at the general cinema

But their self-image is a mental enema

Put some exchange of gun fire will most likely kill my man busdriver

Cheeba cheeba, cheeba cheeba

I think it would be cheaper if a girl ya cheeba

Hide ya beepa, ride the zebra

I wonder why ya glorify 9 millimeters

If you shoot (?) have revolvin doors

While on the floor, involved in war, or crawlin on all fours

Gun control!

Oh, goodbye cruel world!

I'll never see my children or my stuff again!

(Clack clack) Oh, on a scale of 1 to 10 my life was pretty good

I may be shot in any one of your city or hoods

Hey, bullets are richocheted, bouncin off church bells

Pussy bailin, wanna see a shirt tail

Bring my personel, we got mercasell

Besides violence and a public pistol work well

And this has had pouring rain putting out those worry flames

Warning shots in the air hit angles oh my god blood in my storm drain

Sometimes I run over woodlen creatures and they become roadkill

But still fans stood in the bleachers and come to the blowed still

But you, you're overkill, you wanna shoot a recordable CDs

Like they were clay pigeons, I saw you I was babysittin

And you thought I came back from a gun fair, but I'm really into child care

Cheeba cheeba, cheeba cheeba

I think it would be cheaper if a girl ya cheeba

Hide ya beepa, ride the zebra

I wonder why ya glorify 9 millimeters

If you shoot (?) have revolvin doors

While on the floor, involved in war, or crawlin on all fours

Gun control!

Oh, goodbye cruel world!

I'll never see my children or my stuff again!

(Argh) on a scale of 1 to 10 my life was a 30 below with a chance of showers

But still I have the manpower to sit in front of a mic stand for hours