Looking Down The Barrel Of A Gun Lyrics

(Beastie Boys/Dust Bros.) 

     I'mmmmm...
     Rolling down the hill I'm snowballing getting bigger
     An explosion in the chamber the hammer from the trigger
     I seen him get stabbed I watched the blood spill out
     He had more cuts than my man Chuck Chillout
     24 is my age and 22 is my gauge
     I'm writing rhymes on a page I'm going off in a rage
     Cause I'm out on a mission a stolen car mission
     Had a little problem with the transmission
     3 on the train in the middle of the night
     I have this steak on my head cause I got into a fist fight
     Life comes in phases take the good with the bad
     You bought the coins on the street holmes... and you got had
     Because it's all high spirit you know you gotta hear it
     Don't touch the mic baby don't come near it
     It's gonna get you it's gonna get you
     It's gonna get you girl it's gonna get you
     Looking down the barrel of a gun
     Son of a gun son of a bitch
     Getting paid getting rich
     Ultra violence be running through my head
     Cole Madenia y'all making me see red
     Rapid fire Louie like Rambo got bullets
     I'm a gonna die harder like my kid Bruce Willis
     I love girlies waxing and milking
     Cordniating chimp is my man Dave Smokie
     Predetermined destiny is who I am
     You got your finger on the trigger like the Son of Sam I am
     Like Clockwork Orange going off on the town
     I've got homeboys bonanza to beat your ass down
     Well I'm mad at my desk and I'm writing all curse words
     Expressing my aggressions through my schizophrenic verse words
     You're a headless chicken chasin' a sucker free basin
     Looking for a fist to put your face in
     Well get hip, get hip don't slip you knuckle heads
     Racism is schism on the serious tip