P.O.S. - Gimme Gimme Gunshots lyrics
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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.. [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
