Gun Control

[Intro]

("shoot'em up, shoot'em 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 you eat it, you eat it, creep behind revolving doors

Wild on the floor involved in war

Or crawling on all fours (Gun control)

[Verse 1]

Why would you pride yourself on being a luger-holder

When the only gun you've held is a supersoaker?

But I'm 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 couldn't 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 you're tuff, bullet-proofed up

But the men that carry guns got mullets and crew cuts

White conservatives who form the oligarchy

Who'll call you darky, and hate commies and Paul McCartney

They're through nigga-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]

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 you eat it, you eat it, creep behind revolving doors

Wild on the floor involved in war

Or crawling on all fours (Gun control)

Oh! goodbye cruel world

I'll 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

[Verse 2]

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 in a public place don't 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, you're 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 I'm really into childcare

[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 you eat it, you eat it, creep behind revolving doors

Wild on the floor involved in war

Or crawling on all fours (Gun control)

Ughh! Goodbye cruel world

I'll 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