Gun Control

Hey...
 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 and eat it behind 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 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 bullets and crew cuts
 White conservatives who form the oligarchy
 Who'll call you darky, and hate commies and Paul McCartney
 They're 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
 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
 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 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, 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 I'm really into childcare
 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