Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gun Show, artist - JT Music.
Date of issue: 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 |