[sample]

Well, some of you might be sayin' like they tryin' not

to like us

But we want you to know we good


I am a gun


[Verse 1]

Okay frustration takes a fat cat

And slows 'em down like a bullet forced through layers

of disgusting Biggie Smalls fat

Still gets the job done

But only now it takes like ten gun claps to stab the fat of just one

The effort of a bullet through a hero sees kick armor

Doesn't make him less a hero, more a metaphor for life

My effort works in full clips

Only hero's a farmer

Cause he helps me fatten up and that's my bullet into strife, you know?

I knew this guy, hell bent on getting over

I said help me paint this viz shit

"Oh my god it's fun!"

But it wasn't...I called him Huckleberry Fuckup

Cause he pulled that crap like every day and nothing ever got done

The frustrated, crumble under the way to their own

bungling hate of their own brain

Effort's like a gunshot - a split second of manmade perfection

Dial up speed and direction


So..


[Chorus 1]

Let me give a little cause to the flickering sun

Stop, drop, then gimme props, gimme gunshots

Gimme all that work, gimme age spots

Gimme all that hurt, gimme snapshots

Lemme get a photograph and laugh under your bad news

Kill the wet words, give me effort

Let me give a little cause to the bickering

Then stop stop the short short for flickering

Gimme work, gimme hurt, gimme effort

Kill the weak plots, gimme gimme gunshots

Kill the weak plots, gimme gimme gunshots

Kill the weak plots, gimme gimme gunshots


[Bridge]

I won't deny it, I'm a straight rider

You don't wanna fuck with DoomTree


[Verse 2]

I've got ambitions of a rider

Like another famed victim of effort

Less effort though

Well...I guess he took it and smiled

Five shots couldn't stop the knowledge dropper

Turned posh in his Tiff jar and clone donor

But fifteen could

Maybe it was fortunate

Give me the strength to pierce flesh

The highest caliber of focus that'll give me death

The hammer pin, powder push

A simple try'll do, I won't lie to you

I'm simply trying to let that blood goosh

I'm simply trying to slip past medocrity's lips

Just wanna kill that bitch from the inside, you know what I'm sayin

The thorny Doom branch on the side of every blank loaded

Armchair thinker, and backseat liver

You perish my people like Anne Rice

You parody passion

My bullet will will not think twice before before bashing (I won't)

Thank God I put effort into everything (seriously)

Doom


So..


[Chorus 2]

Let me give a little cause to the flickering sun

Stop, drop, then gimme props, gimme gunshots

Gimme all that work, gimme age spots

Gimme all that hurt, gimme snapshots

Lemme get a photograph and laugh under your bad news

Kill the wet words, give me effort

Let me give a little cause to the bickering

Then stop stop the short short for flickering

Gimme work, gimme hurt, gimme effort

Kill the weak plots, gimme gimme gunshots

Kill the weak plots, gimme gimme gunshots


[Chorus 3]

Let me give a little cause to the flickering sun

Stop, drop, then gimme props, gimme gunshots

Gimme all that work, gimme age spots

Gimme all that hurt, gimme snapshots

Lemme get a photograph and laugh under your bad news

Kill the wet words, give me effort

Let me give a little cause to the bickering

Then stop stop the short short for flickering

Gimme work, gimme hurt, gimme effort

Kill the weak plots, gimme gimme gunshots

Kill the weak plots, gimme gimme g-gimme g-gimme gimme

gimme gimme guns


Bang

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