Gun Control - Single ©2022
Song: Gun Control
Written By: Myango
Copyright (C) 2022
The 3D movie was shocking
It really felt like they shot me
The murder rate keep on dropping
That gangsta music be poppin
You don’t want me with the gun in my hand
You don’t want her with the gun in her hand
You don’t want him with the gun in his hand
You don’t want me with the gun in my hand
When he grab the gun gun, boy you better run son
When she grab the gun gun, boy you better run
When he grab the gun gun, boy you better run son
When she grab the gun gun, boy you better run
Metal type writer CA CA capping every key
Get wholesale weaponry, from the movie industry
Sell me some heaters, I'm about to shoot a scene
Cinematic automatic, classic Tommy gun machine
y’all human beings, invent some real genius things
That go clap, clap, that's that, lights out in the ring
Send you back to your maker, u-turn, recall returning
I'm a student on vacation licking shots, higher learning
Shooting range is so ridiculous with or with out a screen
Leading scorer in the league, hit the target on the D
I just point and aim, to make the grown crowd scream
I'm gonna sell you a subscription to this drum magazine
Have shells everywhere, popping sunflower seeds
I'm gonna make more noise than world war 3
Still waiting on plutonium. I ordered overseas
The 3D movie was shocking
It really felt like they shot me
The murder rate keep on dropping
That gangsta music be poppin
You don’t want me with the gun in my hand
You don’t want her with the gun in her hand
You don’t want him with the gun in his hand
You don’t want me with the gun in my hand
When he grab the gun gun, boy you better run son
When she grab the gun gun, boy you better run
When he grab the gun gun, boy you better run son
When she grab the gun gun, boy you better run
Tattoo artist, I'm a monster with that ink
Inception, interception, son, I enter what they think
Industry protesting, so I throw paint on the mink
Bitch, shut your fukin lips, I don't listen I see pink
Money you don't want to test, armor thicker than brinks
End up a soul on ice, skater in a hockey rink
You’re still preschool baby boy, not ready for open swings
Redhead came through bullshitting, and thought that he had wings
So I clip, clip, coupons running through these magazines
I'm a find where you at, ip address I ping
One more school-shooting, I'm a take away the toys and nobody’s gonna sing
Have this place on lock, till it’s marshal law you dream
Delete the right to bare arms, overnight I change things
You better treat these kids right, they got video game aiming, it's recreational training
The 3D movie was shocking
It really felt like they shot me
The murder rate keep on dropping
That gangsta music be poppin
You don’t want me with the gun in my hand
You don’t want her with the gun in her hand
You don’t want him with the gun in his hand
You don’t want me with the gun in my hand
When he grab the gun gun, boy you better run son
When she grab the gun gun, boy you better run
When he grab the gun gun, boy you better run son
When she grab the gun gun, boy you better run
See right threw your image, with x-ray scope I’m winning
Searching on the map, getting hotter as I'm hinting
My ultimate is powered up and soon it will be spitting
We can ask questions later, for everything it’s hitting
I'm spraying on these perros, like I already primed
Trained by a militia, who put ideas in my mind
3d printed automatic and the ghost gun works fine
Found the schematics, while I was searching online
No gun activist, as active as this
Man, I don't mean to dis, but I'm fucking up the networks, bad satellite dish
Connected generation, we get free live press
Now they gonna talk about a background check
Gun sales through the roof, so you best invest
Buy war guns in your state, then sell-’em to the next
Put a cross on your head, by the pope you been blessed
The 3D movie was shocking
It really felt like they shot me
The murder rate keep on dropping
That gangsta music be poppin
You don’t want me with the gun in my hand
You don’t want her with the gun in her hand
You don’t want him with the gun in his hand
You don’t want me with the gun in my hand
When he grab the gun gun, boy you better run son
When she grab the gun gun, boy you better run
When he grab the gun gun, boy you better run son
When she grab the gun gun, boy you better run
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