i'm on fire, i'm on fire   me too, me too      guns yo, i keep one in my pillowcase   it keeps me safe when i sleep, still i keep awake   what if my dream girl pays a midnight visit?   i see the world thru the scope but i gain no insight with it   when i get introspective i put the safety on   make these songs   with the biscuit sittin in my shaky palms   i'm a man now (a real man)   not the one who went to two colleges   grovellin' over meal plans   i'm starin' at the ceiling fan   all wide-eyed   amazed by the ways the blades break the silence   i used to be afraid of firin'   it sounded startling   but now i'm starting to hate the quiet moments   might remind you of a mike   by the way i hold it (to the grill)   a homophobic rapper   unaware of the graphic nature of phallic symbols   tragically ironic, suckin' off each others' gats & pistols   i got more back issues than guns and ammo   cuz my oozy weighs a ton   and i never let go of the handle   hangin' on to mommy's pant leg   double-fistin'   knee-deep in shells kickin' ballistics   this dick is a detachable penis   an extension of my manhood positioned like a fetus   an intravenous hook-up feeds bullets to my magazine   nevermind the bullocks, my pistol is a sex machine      guns yo (sex machine)      bust it   i got another gun (what)   i keep it in my briefcase   it keeps me safe at my workplace   cubicle gangster who's in need of his personal space   angster of love who's unable to look girls in his face   cuz i know that all the stupid people increase the birth rate   i'm just about dumb enough to hold up a sperm bank   make my demands and then facilitate fur trades   empty the bird cage and release the mermaids   i got a watergun   i keep it in my mouth   it keeps me safe from the things i like to speak about   but words are leakin' out   and all these smiles that i crack   are like a dam on the verge of collapse   there ain't no turnin' back   in fact i can't hold down my fluids   can't retract statements   without water displacement   flooded the basement then sought refuge   removed my waterproof vest and then i kicked off my wet shoes   made it to dry land   pistol in hand   fistfuls of ammo riding on a camel thru a desert of sand   lucid dreams are a lot like computer screens   people have pretentious conversations but i shoot the breeze   blow a hole straight thru their long-winded theories   hold my own and make songs for them to sing with me   its the same type of heat that millie used   to break the ice with santa claus   when she made him sing the christmas blues   capitalists strung her up for killin'em   every manufactured holiday they sacrifice another victim   before wartime depression sets in   i get to step in   and shoe shine my weapon   i'm hemorrhoid, i'm the leader   you're dead like dey la   i hold my crotch like a nine-millimeter      guns yo   (i'm on fire) (me too)   (nine-millimeter) (sex machine)