Sage Francis Gunz Yo Lyrics

I'm on fire, I'm on fire (me too, me too)

Guns yo, I keep one in my pillowcase
It keeps me safe when I sleep, still I keep awake
What if my dream girl pays a midnight visit?
I see the world through the scope, but I gain no insight with it
When I get introspective, I put the safety on
Make these songs with the biscuit sittin' in my shaky palms
I'm a man now - a real man!
Not the one who went to two colleges, grovellin' over meal plans
I'm starin' at the ceiling fan, all wide-eyed
Amazed by the ways the blades break the silence
I used to be afraid of firin'
It sounded startling, but now I'm startin' to hate the quiet moments
Might remind you of a mic by the way I hold it
To the grille, a h___phobic rapper
Unaware of the graphic nature of phallic symbols
Tragically ironic, suckin' off each others' gats and pistols
I got more 'back issues' than Guns & Ammo
'Cause Miuzi weighs a ton and I never let go of the handle
Hangin' on to mommy's pant leg, double-fistin'
Knee-deep in shells, kickin' ballistics
This d___! ...is a detachable p____
An extension of my manhood positioned like a fetus
An intravenous hook-up feeds bullets to my magazine
Nevermind the bullocks, my pistol is a s__ machine

Gunz yo (s__ ma- s__ machine)
(One, two, there you go-a)
(Insert nuclear symbols here)

Bust it, I got another gun, I keep it in my briefcase
It keeps me safe at my workplace
Cubicle gangster who's in need of his personal s___e
Angster of love who's unable to look girls in their face
'Cause I know that only stupid people increase the birth rate
I'm just about dumb enough to hold up a sperm bank
Make my demands and then facilitate fur trades
Empty the bird cage and release the mermaids, huh
I got a watergun, I keep it in my mouth
It keeps me safe from the things I like to speak about
But words are leakin' out and all these smiles that I crack
Are like a dam on the verge of collapse
There ain't no turnin' back, in fact I can't hold down my fluids
Can't retract statements without water displacement
Flooded the basement then sought refuge
Removed my waterproof vest and then I kicked off my wet shoes
Made it to dry land, pistol in hand
Fistfuls of ammo, riding on a camel through the deserty sand
Lucid dreams are a lot like computer screens
People have pretentious conversations but I shoot the breeze
Blow a hole straight thru their long-winded theories
Hold my own and make songs for them to sing with me
It's the same type of heat that Millie used
To break the ice with Santa Claus when she made him sing the Christmas blues
Capitalists strung her up for killin' him
Every manufactured holiday, they sacrifice another victim
Before wartime depression sets in
I get to steppin', and shoe shine my weapon
I'm Hemorrhoid, I'm the leader!
You're dead like De La, I hold my crotch like a nine-millimeter

Gunz yo (nine milimeter)
(I'm on fire, I'm on fire)
(Me too, me too)
(s__ ma- s__ machine s__ machine)
(One, two, there you go-a)