Представляем точный текст композиции "Gun Control" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Busdriver . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Gun Control» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Busdriver передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Busdriver - "Gun Control"
Lyrics to Gun Control : ("shootem up, shootem up") Hey... [Chorus:] Cheeba cheeba, cheeba cheeba I think it would be cheaper if I grow your cheeba Hide your beeper, ride a zebra I wonder why you glorify nine millimeters If you shoot '''''''' revolving doors Wild on the floor involved in war Or crawling on all fours... (gun control!) Why would you pride yourself on being a luger-holder When the only gun youve held is a supersoaker' But Im the killer finger without a millimeter Look on your face look just like gorilla sphincter When the NRA gave you the middle finger told you that you couldnt join the gun club due to your ethnic background said you were born from the septic trash mound So put the gun back down You may think youre tuff, bullet-proofed up But the men that carry guns got bullets and crew cuts White conservatives who form the oligarchy Wholl call you darky, and hate commies and Paul McCartney Theyre through nigger-shootin at the general cinema But the self image is a mental enema Plus an exchange of gunfire Is more likely to kill your man Busdriver [Chorus] [as if just shot] Oh! goodbye cruel world Ill never see my children or stuff again ("clack, clack"!) Oh!, on a scale of one to ten, my life was... pretty good I may be shot in any one of your city or hoods Hey... Bullets be ricocheting, bouncing off church bells Fools be bailing, all you see is shirt tails But me and my personnel... we got merch to sell Besides violence and a pacifist dont work well And this is a pouring rain putting out those warring flames The warning shots in the air hit angels, now I got blood in my storm drain Sometimes I run over woodland creatures and they become road-kill But still fans stood in the bleachers, and come to the 'Blowed still But you, your overkill... You want to shoot at recordable cds like they were clay pigeons I told you I was "babysitting" and you thought I came back from a gunfare But Im really into childcare [Chorus] [as if just shot] Ughh! Goodbye cruel world Ill never see my children or my stuff again ("Arghh!") On a scale of one to ten, my life was a 30 below with a chance of showers But yet I had the man power to sit in front of a mic stand for hours [ Gun Control Lyrics ]
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