Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gun Show , by - JT Music. Release date: 24.04.2020
Song language: English
Gun Show |
| Any time you’d like to fight I will oblige, I can show you pain |
| But from this day forward you’ll only be known as «prey» |
| I’ll stomp you out like a stogie |
| You’d better hope and pray I make it quick |
| «Get to the chopper» will be written on your grave |
| What you call destruction is just a road I paved |
| I’ll steamroll your whole team like I own the place |
| When I tell you what the hell I am you’re gonna be blown away |
| Welcome to the jungle, anyone wanna play? |
| I can assure you bloodsport is just my sort of game |
| So when you enter the Hunting Grounds |
| Remember you’re the game |
| Beware my territory, it’s where you’ll be shortly slain |
| I’ll scorch and maim your body, not much left of your remains |
| After I skin you alive, you’ll find no closer shave |
| I’ll rip your brittle little spine up out your shoulder blades |
| When it comes to combat, I’m a god upon this mortal plain |
| I consider your corpse a reward, and I let my trophies hang |
| In this forest, only one Predator can reign |
| And I’m lookin' down upon you |
| From the throne of bones I’ve made |
| With pure disdain, of all honor you’ll be fully drained |
| What you covered up in mud for — to exfoliate? |
| Ha! |
| I see you tryna hide your heat signature in vain |
| From my infrared vision there will be no escape |
| You’re even more of a dinosaur than Jesse Ventura |
| And Schwarzenegger except you’re gonna go extinct |
| Why are your biceps so tiny? |
| I think it’s 'cuz you’re right beside me |
| I got a couple tricks up my sleeve |
| Wanna arm wrestle — step up, come try me |
| I’ll kill ya with a flick of the wrist |
| Like Dillon — that son of a bitch |
| Then I’m gonna gut ya just like fishes |
| If you want a gun show, come get your tickets |
| I see a little silhouette, triple red dot |
| Laser sights are aligned, got my target locked |
| What’s my income? |
| Check it when my net drops |
| You’ll end up in one of 'em unless you get lost |
| Try To Catch a Predator, you’ll only get caught |
| Castin' plasma like a magic blaster, I’m a deadshot |
| Sex appeal is not my specialty — |
| Nonetheless I’m dressed up in my fishnets just in case it gets hot |
| I’ll pop a disc in you as if you were a desktop |
| Then eject it from your neck, kebab you like a chef, toss |
| You up a tree, tie you by your feet, let your head drop |
| Then I’ll watch you swing around like you was my dreadlocks |
| You may have laid a trap but I’m a climbin' kind of beast |
| Call me abominable — you have no eyes on me |
| Camouflage on, might be right behind you |
| Keep in mind if it can bleed it can die, but I got no time to bleed |
| I embrace danger: conquer, onward, upward |
| Some would call it «bad habit» cause I’m such a self-destructor |
| Guerrilla blood-spiller such a thrillin' heart-stopper |
| Got you on the chopping block, now you’ve gotten to the chopper |
| I’ll never become hunted 'cuz I’m always the hunter |
| Hope you’re cardio-conditioned, 'bout to run a tough mudder |
| Now things are getting heated so you best get under cover |
| You don’t wanna face me, I’m one ugly motherfucker |
| Why are your biceps so tiny? |
| I think it’s 'cuz you’re right beside me |
| I got a couple tricks up my sleeve |
| Wanna arm wrestle — step up, come try me |
| I’ll kill ya with a flick of the wrist |
| Like Dillon — that son of a bitch |
| Then I’m gonna gut ya just like fishes |
| If you want a gun show, come get your tickets |