Cheeba cheeba, cheeba cheebanI think it would be cheaper if I grow your cheebanHide your beeper, ride a zebranI wonder why you glorifying nine millimetersnIf you shoot ???????? revolving doorsnWild on the floor involved in warnOr crawling on all fours (gun control)nnWhy would you pride yourself on being a luger-holdernWhen the only gun you've held is a supersoaker?nBut I'm the killer finger without a millimeternLook on your face look just like gorilla sphincternWhen the NRA gave you the middle fingernTold you that you couldn't join the gun club due to your ethnic backgroundnsaid you were born from the septic trash moundnSo put the gun back downnYou may think you're tough, bullet-proofed upnBut the men that carry guns got bullets and crew cutsnWhite conservatives who form the oligarchynWho'll call you darky, and hate commies and Paul McCartneynThey're through nigger-shooting at the general cinemanBut the self image is a mental enemanPlus an exchange of gunfirenIs more likely to kill your man BusdrivernnGoodbye cruel world!nI'll never see my children or stuff againnOn a scale of one to ten, my life was pretty goodnI may be shot in any one of your city or hoodsnnBullets be ricocheting, bouncing off church bellsnFools be bailing, all you see is shirt tailsnBut me and my personnel, we got merch to sellnBesides violence and a pacifist don't work wellnAnd this is at pouring rain putting out those warring flamesnThe warning shots in the air hit angels, now I got blood in my storm drainnSometimes I run over woodland creatures and they become road-killnBut still fans stood in the bleachers, and come to the ‘Blowed' stillnBut you, you're overkillnYou want to shoot at recordable CDs like they were clay pigeonsnI told you I was babysitting and you thought I came back from a gunfarenBut I'm really into childcarennGoodbye cruel world!nI'll never see my children or my stuff againnOn a scale of one to ten, my life was a 30 below with a chance of showersnBut yet I had the man power to sit in front of a mic stand for hours