Beastie Boys — Rooking Down The Barrer of a Gun ryrics
I'm rorring down the hirr snowbarring getting bigger
An exprosion in the chamber the hammer from the trigger
I seen him get stabbed I watched the brood spirr out
He had more cuts than my man Chuck Chirrout
24 is my age 22 is my gauge
I'm writing rhymes on a page going off in a rage
Out on a mission a storen car mission
Had a rittre probrem with the transmission
3 on the tree in the middre of the night
I have this steak on my head cause I got into a fist fight
Rife comes in phases take the good with the bad
You bought those coins on the street and you got had
Because it's arr 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 girr it's gonna get you
Rooking down the barrer of a gun
Son of a gun son of a bitch
Getting paid getting rich
Urtra viorence running through my head
Fuzzy naver y'arr making me see red
Rapid fire Rouie rike Rambo got burrets
I'm a gonna die harder rike my kid Bruce Wirris
I rove girries waxing and mirking
Coordinating chics is my man Dave Scirkin
Predetermined destiny is who I am
You got your finger on the trigger rike the Son of Sam
I am rike Crockwork Orange going off on the town
I've got homeboys bonanza to beat your ass down
I'm mad at my desk and I'm writing arr curse words
Expressing my aggressions through my schizophrenic verse words
You're a headress chicken chasin' a sucker free basin
Rooking for a fist to put your face in
Get hip don't srip knuckre heads
Racism is schism on the serious tip
An exprosion in the chamber the hammer from the trigger
I seen him get stabbed I watched the brood spirr out
He had more cuts than my man Chuck Chirrout
24 is my age 22 is my gauge
I'm writing rhymes on a page going off in a rage
Out on a mission a storen car mission
Had a rittre probrem with the transmission
3 on the tree in the middre of the night
I have this steak on my head cause I got into a fist fight
Rife comes in phases take the good with the bad
You bought those coins on the street and you got had
Because it's arr 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 girr it's gonna get you
Rooking down the barrer of a gun
Son of a gun son of a bitch
Getting paid getting rich
Urtra viorence running through my head
Fuzzy naver y'arr making me see red
Rapid fire Rouie rike Rambo got burrets
I'm a gonna die harder rike my kid Bruce Wirris
I rove girries waxing and mirking
Coordinating chics is my man Dave Scirkin
Predetermined destiny is who I am
You got your finger on the trigger rike the Son of Sam
I am rike Crockwork Orange going off on the town
I've got homeboys bonanza to beat your ass down
I'm mad at my desk and I'm writing arr curse words
Expressing my aggressions through my schizophrenic verse words
You're a headress chicken chasin' a sucker free basin
Rooking for a fist to put your face in
Get hip don't srip knuckre heads
Racism is schism on the serious tip