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p o s - gimme gimme gunshots كلمات الأغنية

[sample]
(well, some of you might be sayin’ like they tryin’ not to like us
but we, we want you to know we good)

i am a gun

{huh}

okay frustration takes a fast 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 cheesecake armor
doesn’t make him less a hero, more a metaphor for life,
my effort works in full clips
only hero is a farmer
cause he helps me fatten up and that’s my bullet into strife

i knew this guy, h-ll bent on getting over
i said help me paint this fence, sh-t
“oh my god it’s fun!”
but it wasn’t… i called him huckleberry f-ckup
cause he pulled that cr-p like every day and nothing ever got done
the frustrated, crumble under the weight of their own
bungling hate of their own brain
effort’s like a gunshot – a split second of man-made perfection
dial up speed and direction

so.

[chorus]
let me give a little cause to the flickering sun
stop, drop, then gimme props, gimme gunshots
gimme all that work, gimme ink spots
gimme all that hurt, gimme snapshots
lemme get a photograph and laugh under your bad news
cut the wet words, give me effort
let me give a little cause to the bickering
then stop stop the start start 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 guns

[bridge]
i can’t deny it, i’m a straight rider
you don’t wanna f-ck with doomtree

[verse 2]
i’ve got ambitions of a writer
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 posthumous tip jar and clone donor
but fifteen could
(maybe it was 14)
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 gush
i’m simply trying to slip past mediocrity’s lips
just wanna kill that b-tch from the inside,
the th-rny doom branch on the side of every blank loaded
armchair thinker, and backseat liver
your parents mock people like anne rice
you parody p-ssion
my bullet will will not think twice before before bashing
(i won’t)
(thank god i put effort into every little f-cking thing i do)

so.

uh uh uh
let me give a little cause to the flickering sun
stop, drop, then gimme props, gimme gunshots
gimme all that work, gimme ink spots
gimme all that hurt, gimme snapshots
lemme get a photograph and laugh under your bad news
cut the wet words, give me effort
let me give a little cause to the bickering
then stop stop the start start for flickering
gimme work, gimme hurt, gimme effort
kill the weak plots, gimme gimme gunshots
kill the weak plots, gimme gimme g’ gimme gimme gimme guns

(bang)
(pow)

(stop the beat)

- p o s

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