Lyrics Pop Goes The Weapon - Prophets Of Rage

Pop Goes The Weapon

Who’s that knockin' on my door
What ya tryin' to bother me for
Don’t want none of what you’re sellin'
I know you’re rotten to the core
So my 44 mags about to put one in your melon
Last night one of my neighbors got held up for the paper
But the popos never came
They won’t do you any favors
Say prayers
So many layers
Some things will never change
Ha ha ha
This afternoon got caught up
At a red light, in the line of sight
Of these mother fuckers from the other night
Seems like the right time pullin' out his life line
Any time you threaten mine
Gonna be a fight
See I’m numb just lookin'
For a reason for my finger
To be squeezing on the trigger
Through another killin' season
One gun, two guns, three guns, four
So many guns keep on runnin' out the store
Pop goes the weapon
You better keep on steppin'
Pop pop goes the weapon
Pop pop
Ha ha ha ha
Pop pop goes the weapon
You better keep on steppin'
Pop pop goes the weapon
Pop pop
Ha ha ha
Who’s that knockin' on my door
Who’s that knockin' on my door
Who’s that knockin' on my door
Who’s that knockin' on my door
Ha ha ha
Feelin' my soul leave my body
La dee da dee
Somebody got me
I don’t even know his name
Started fightin' at a party
No karate
Hammers droppin'
But the popos never came
Lightheaded and I’m dizzy
My vision fuzzy
I get the feelin' it’s the end of the game
I’m on the television talk of me
Ask who was he, 'cause they don’t love me
That’s when the fuckin' popos came
Pop goes the weapon
You better keep on steppin'
Pop pop goes the weapon
Pop pop
Ha ha ha ha
Pop, pop goes the weapon
You better keep on steppin'
Pop pop goes the weapon
Pop pop
Ha ha ha
Yeah
Pop goes the weapon
You better keep on steppin'
Pop pop goes the weapon
Pop pop goes the weapon
Pop goes the weapon
You better keep on steppin'
Pop pop goes the weapon
Pop pop
Ha ha ha
Who’s that knockin' on my door
Who’s that knockin' on my door
Who’s that knockin' on my door
Who’s that knockin' on my door