Текст песни P.O.S. - Gimme Gimme Gunshots
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[sample]Well, some of you might be sayin` like they tryin` notto like usBut we want you to know we goodI am a gun[Verse 1]Okay frustration takes a fat catAnd slows `em down like a bullet forced through layersof disgusting Biggie Smalls fatStill gets the job doneBut only now it takes like ten gun claps to stab the fat of just oneThe effort of a bullet through a hero sees kick armorDoesn`t make him less a hero, more a metaphor for lifeMy effort works in full clipsOnly hero`s a farmerCause he helps me fatten up and that`s my bullet into strife, you know?I knew this guy, hell bent on getting overI said help me paint this viz shit"Oh my god it`s fun!"But it wasn`t...I called him Huckleberry FuckupCause he pulled that crap like every day and nothing ever got doneThe frustrated, crumble under the way to their ownbungling hate of their own brainEffort`s like a gunshot - a split second of manmade perfectionDial up speed and directionSo..[Chorus 1]Let me give a little cause to the flickering sunStop, drop, then gimme props, gimme gunshotsGimme all that work, gimme age spotsGimme all that hurt, gimme snapshotsLemme get a photograph and laugh under your bad newsKill the wet words, give me effortLet me give a little cause to the bickeringThen stop stop the short short for flickeringGimme work, gimme hurt, gimme effortKill the weak plots, gimme gimme gunshotsKill the weak plots, gimme gimme gunshotsKill the weak plots, gimme gimme gunshots[Bridge]I won`t deny it, I`m a straight riderYou don`t wanna fuck with DoomTree[Verse 2]I`ve got ambitions of a riderLike another famed victim of effortLess effort thoughWell...I guess he took it and smiledFive shots couldn`t stop the knowledge dropperTurned posh in his Tiff jar and clone donorBut fifteen couldMaybe it was fortunateGive me the strength to pierce fleshThe highest caliber of focus that`ll give me deathThe hammer pin, powder pushA simple try`ll do, I won`t lie to youI`m simply trying to let that blood gooshI`m simply trying to slip past medocrity`s lipsJust wanna kill that bitch from the inside, you know what I`m sayinThe thorny Doom branch on the side of every blank loadedArmchair thinker, and backseat liverYou perish my people like Anne RiceYou parody passionMy bullet will will not think twice before before bashing (I won`t)Thank God I put effort into everything (seriously)DoomSo..[Chorus 2]Let me give a little cause to the flickering sunStop, drop, then gimme props, gimme gunshotsGimme all that work, gimme age spotsGimme all that hurt, gimme snapshotsLemme get a photograph and laugh under your bad newsKill the wet words, give me effortLet me give a little cause to the bickeringThen stop stop the short short for flickeringGimme work, gimme hurt, gimme effortKill the weak plots, gimme gimme gunshotsKill the weak plots, gimme gimme gunshots[Chorus 3]Let me give a little cause to the flickering sunStop, drop, then gimme props, gimme gunshotsGimme all that work, gimme age spotsGimme all that hurt, gimme snapshotsLemme get a photograph and laugh under your bad newsKill the wet words, give me effortLet me give a little cause to the bickeringThen stop stop the short short for flickeringGimme work, gimme hurt, gimme effortKill the weak plots, gimme gimme gunshotsKill the weak plots, gimme gimme g-gimme g-gimme gimmegimme gimme gunsBangPow