Gun Control Songtext
von Busdriver

*Many of these lyrics are guessed*

Shoot em up shoot em up

Hey, cheeba cheeba, cheeba cheeba
I think it would be cheaper if a girl ya cheeba
Hide ya beepa, ride the zebra
I wonder why ya glorify 9 millimeters
If you shoot (?) have revolvin doors
While on the floor, involved in war, or crawlin on all fours

Gun control!

Hey, why would you pride yourself on bein a luger holder
When the only gun you held is a supersoaker
But I′m a killa finger, but I'm a millimeter
Too bad your face look just like a gorillas sphincter
When the NRA gave you the middle finger
Told you 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 your tough, bullet-proofed up
But men who carry guns, got mullets and crew cuts


White conservatives, who formed an oligarchy
(?) to hit congress wit paul mccartney
The two nigga shooting at the general cinema
But their self-image is a mental enema
Put some exchange of gun fire will most likely kill my man busdriver

Cheeba cheeba, cheeba cheeba
I think it would be cheaper if a girl ya cheeba
Hide ya beepa, ride the zebra
I wonder why ya glorify 9 millimeters
If you shoot (?) have revolvin doors
While on the floor, involved in war, or crawlin on all fours

Gun control!

Oh, goodbye cruel world!
I'll never see my children or my stuff again!
(Clack clack) Oh, on a scale of 1 to 10 my life was pretty good
I may be shot in any one of your city or hoods

Hey, bullets are richocheted, bouncin off church bells
Pussy bailin, wanna see a shirt tail
Bring my personel, we got mercasell
Besides violence and a public pistol work well
And this has had pouring rain putting out those worry flames
Warning shots in the air hit angles oh my god blood in my storm drain


Sometimes I run over woodlen creatures and they become roadkill
But still fans stood in the bleachers and come to the blowed still
But you, you're overkill, you wanna shoot a recordable CDs
Like they were clay pigeons, I saw you I was babysittin
And you thought I came back from a gun fair, but I′m really into child care

Cheeba cheeba, cheeba cheeba
I think it would be cheaper if a girl ya cheeba
Hide ya beepa, ride the zebra
I wonder why ya glorify 9 millimeters
If you shoot (?) have revolvin doors
While on the floor, involved in war, or crawlin on all fours

Gun control!

Oh, goodbye cruel world!
I′ll never see my children or my stuff again!
(Argh) on a scale of 1 to 10 my life was a 30 below with a chance of showers
But still I have the manpower to sit in front of a mic stand for hours