Gimme Gimme Gunshots (Explicit)

Gimme Gimme Gunshots (Explicit) - P.O.S

Well some of you

Might be sittin' out there tryin' not like us

But we

We want you to know we're good

I am a gun

Okay frustration takes a fast cat

And slows him down like a bullet forced

Through out some disgusting biggie small's 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's cheesecake armor

Doesn't make him less a hero

More a metaphor for life

My effort works in full clips

Only hero was a farmer

'Cause he helps me fatten up

And that's my bullet aimed in strife

I knew this guy who was hell

Bent on getting over

I said help me paint this fence sh*t

Oh my God it's fun

But it wasn't

I called him huckleberry f**kup

'Cause he pulled that crap like every day

And nothing ever got done

The frustrated

Crumble under the way to their own

Bubbling hate of their own brain

Effort's like a gunshot

A split second of man made perfection

Dial up speed and direction

So

Let me give a little

'Cause to the flickering sun

Stop drop then gimme props gimme gunshots

Gimme all that work gimme ink spots

Gimme all that hurt gimme snapshots

Lemme get a photograph and laugh under your bad news

Cut the wet words give me effort

Let me give a little 'cause to the bickering

Then stop stop the sun sun from flickering

Gimme work gimme hurt gimme effort

Cut the weak plots gimme gimme gunshots

Cut the weak plots gimme gimme gunshots

Cut the weak plots gimme gimme guns

I won't deny it I'm a straight rider

You know I got insulted

I've got ambitions of a writer

Like another famed victim of effort

Less effort though

Well I guess he took it and smiled

Five shots couldn't stop a knowledge dropper

Turned posthumous tip jar and clone donor

But fifteen could

Give me the strength to pierce flesh

The highest caliber of focus

That or 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 gush

I'm simply trying to slip past medocrity's lips

Just wanna kill that b**ch from the inside

The thorny doom branch

On the side of every blank loaded

Armchair thinker

And backseat liver

Your parents mock people like anne rice

You parody passion

My bullet will not think twice before bashing

Thank God I put effort into

Every little tiny f**king thing I do

So

Let me give a little 'cause to the flickering sun

Stop drop then gimme props gimme gunshots

Gimme all that work gimme ink spots

Gimme all that hurt gimme snapshots

Lemme get a photograph

And laugh under your bad news

Cut the wet words give me effort

Let me give a little 'cause to the bickering

Then stop stop the sun sun from flickering

Gimme work gimme hurt gimme effort

Cut the weak plots gimme gimme gunshots

Cut the weak plots gimme gimme gunshots

Let me give a little 'cause to the flickering sun

Stop drop then gimme props gimme gunshots

Gimme all that work gimme ink spots

Gimme all that hurt gimme snapshots

Lemme get a photograph

And laugh under your bad news

Cut the wet words give me effort

Let me give a little 'cause to the bickering

Then stop stop the sun sun from flickering

Gimme work gimme hurt gimme effort

Cut the weak plots gimme gimme gunshots

Cut the weak plots gimme gimme gimme gimme gunshots