Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shoot First, artist - Apathy.
Date of issue: 03.01.2006
Song language: English
Shoot First |
Shoot first, ask questions last* |
Shotgun pump bring a blast from the past |
Shoot first, ask questions last |
You’d better run fast, motherfucker run fast |
Shoot first, ask questions last |
Got a nine in the waste, .45 in the stash |
Shoot first, ask questions last |
You’d better run fast, motherfucker run fast |
Just give me a reason, I’m squeezing until you stop breathing |
For treason, I got shotguns like duck season |
The world’s coming to an end, AP with my AK, my little friend |
T minus ten seconds and I’m (blasting off) |
Like the IRA with a Kalashnikova |
This ain’t rocket science, it’s machine gun math |
Cause I’m armed to the teeth, see my heat when I laugh |
I’m a chief on the warpath, fuck knuckling up |
There’s a reason why my niece call me Uncle Buck |
Some cracker went and fucked our whole gene pool up |
Look how many white kids go and shoot their schools up |
You on X-Box Live shooting at a dead mutant |
In real life we got more guns than Ted Nugent |
My shit bangs, not on all that MC jive |
Fuck an NPC, I got an MP-5 and I… |
So when I get lifted, I’m gifted, the paradigm shifted |
I flipped it, took a nappy and I ripped it |
I ain’t Mike but I’m just like a Thriller, damn |
I’m feeling like I could just kill a man |
For twenty hits, I take money hits |
And squeeze triggers like a Playboy Bunny’s tits |
I shoot first, get the loot worst |
Quicker than a hot slug coming at your crew and I could do worse |
You don’t wanna see that, leave that |
Yeah, I bring the heat to the party like a DJ brings the beat back |
I got a weed sack and might get high a little |
Instead of gun smoke you might wanna try a little |
You wanna buy a little? |
Homie that’s a nice try |
This ain’t Half Baked, I ain’t Mr. Nice Guy |
My trigger finger’s itchy, I think I’m gonna blast |
Shoot first, ask questions last |
Yes sir, I’m back y’all, let the ratchet attack y’all |
Put some dimples in your face like a Cabbage Patch Doll |
Yeah, nobody I’ll as this, I let the bullets talk for me, I’m a ventriloquist |
Chase you on the highway with weapons |
And that heart stay before it turn to panic looking for the exit r& |
I’m all of that and a plate full of pork chops |
No morals, I turn a day-care to a dope spot |
Demigodzilla, my outer shell got special scales |
And measure my weight like killer whales, you need a special scale |
I get it poppin, fam, take you to the promised land |
Submerge you underwater, couldn’t live if you was Aquaman |
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with the barnacles and sharp articles |
Skin you limb to limb down into your bone particles |
Comic illustrators wanna illustrate us |
But ain’t enough space to draw my gun in thirty pages |