Looking Down The Barrel Of A Gun (Instrumental) Songtext / Lyric

I'mmmmm...

Rolling down the hill I'm snowballing getting bigger

An explosion in the chamber the hammer from the trigger

I seen him get stabbed, I watched the blood spill out

He had more cuts than my man Chuck Chillout



24 is my age and .22 is my gauge

I'm writing rhymes on a page, I'm goin' off in a rage

'Cause I'm out on a mission a stolen car mission

Had a small problem with the transmission



3 on the tree in the middle of the night

I have this steak on my head 'cause I got into a fist fight

Life comes in phases take the good with the bad

You bought the coins on the street holmes and you know you got had



Because it's all high spirit, you know you gotta' hear it

Don't touch the mic baby don't come near it

It's gonna get you, it's gonna get you

It's gonna get you girl it's gonna get you






Lookin' down the barrel of a gun

Son of a gun, son of a bitch

Getting paid, getting rich



Ultra violence be running through my head

Cole Madenia y'all makin' me see red

Rapid fire Louie like Rambo got bullets

I'ma' die harder like my kid Bruce Willis



I love girlies waxin' and milkin'

Coordinating chimp is my man Dave Scilken [(Smokie)]

Predetermined destiny is who I am

You got your finger on the trigger like the Son of Sam



I am like Clockwork Orange goin' off on the town

I've got homeboys bonanza to beat your ass down

Well I'm mad at my desk and I'd be writing all curse words

Expressing my aggressions through my schizophrenic verse words



You're a headless chicken chasin' a sucker freebasin'

You're looking for a fist to put your face in

Well get hip get hip don't slip you knuckle heads

Racism is schism on a serious tip