Gimme Gimme Gunshots

P.O.S.

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    [sample]
    Well, some of you might be sayin' like they tryin' not
    to like us
    But we want you to know we good

    I am a gun

    [Verse 1]
    Okay frustration takes a fat cat
    And slows 'em down like a bullet forced through layers
    of disgusting Biggie Smalls fat
    Still gets the job done
    But only now it takes like ten gun claps to stab the fat of just one
    The effort of a bullet through a hero sees kick armor
    Doesn't make him less a hero, more a metaphor for life
    My effort works in full clips
    Only hero's a farmer
    Cause he helps me fatten up and that's my bullet into strife, you know?
    I knew this guy, hell bent on getting over
    I said help me paint this viz shit
    "Oh my god it's fun!"
    But it wasn't...I called him Huckleberry Fuckup
    Cause he pulled that crap like every day and nothing ever got done
    The frustrated, crumble under the way to their own
    bungling hate of their own brain
    Effort's like a gunshot - a split second of manmade perfection
    Dial up speed and direction

    So..

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    [Chorus 1]
    Let me give a little cause to the flickering sun
    Stop, drop, then gimme props, gimme gunshots
    Gimme all that work, gimme age spots
    Gimme all that hurt, gimme snapshots
    Lemme get a photograph and laugh under your bad news
    Kill the wet words, give me effort
    Let me give a little cause to the bickering
    Then stop stop the short short for flickering
    Gimme work, gimme hurt, gimme effort
    Kill the weak plots, gimme gimme gunshots
    Kill the weak plots, gimme gimme gunshots
    Kill the weak plots, gimme gimme gunshots

    [Bridge]
    I won't deny it, I'm a straight rider
    You don't wanna fuck with DoomTree

    [Verse 2]
    I've got ambitions of a rider
    Like another famed victim of effort
    Less effort though
    Well...I guess he took it and smiled
    Five shots couldn't stop the knowledge dropper
    Turned posh in his Tiff jar and clone donor
    But fifteen could
    Maybe it was fortunate
    Give me the strength to pierce flesh
    The highest caliber of focus that'll give me death
    The hammer pin, powder push
    A simple try'll do, I won't lie to you
    I'm simply trying to let that blood goosh
    I'm simply trying to slip past medocrity's lips
    Just wanna kill that bitch from the inside, you know what I'm sayin
    The thorny Doom branch on the side of every blank loaded
    Armchair thinker, and backseat liver
    You perish my people like Anne Rice
    You parody passion
    My bullet will will not think twice before before bashing (I won't)
    Thank God I put effort into everything (seriously)
    Doom

    So..

    [Chorus 2]
    Let me give a little cause to the flickering sun
    Stop, drop, then gimme props, gimme gunshots
    Gimme all that work, gimme age spots
    Gimme all that hurt, gimme snapshots
    Lemme get a photograph and laugh under your bad news
    Kill the wet words, give me effort
    Let me give a little cause to the bickering
    Then stop stop the short short for flickering
    Gimme work, gimme hurt, gimme effort
    Kill the weak plots, gimme gimme gunshots
    Kill the weak plots, gimme gimme gunshots

    [Chorus 3]
    Let me give a little cause to the flickering sun
    Stop, drop, then gimme props, gimme gunshots
    Gimme all that work, gimme age spots
    Gimme all that hurt, gimme snapshots
    Lemme get a photograph and laugh under your bad news
    Kill the wet words, give me effort
    Let me give a little cause to the bickering
    Then stop stop the short short for flickering
    Gimme work, gimme hurt, gimme effort
    Kill the weak plots, gimme gimme gunshots
    Kill the weak plots, gimme gimme g-gimme g-gimme gimme
    gimme gimme guns

    Bang
    Pow

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