featuring:
Ralph Carney (Sax)
Jessa Isaodra Perrin (Vox)
lyrics
yer pow pow fetish
you jack it back to make it cock yea
but when it comes it don't make life yea
it's sprayin' out the seeds of death now
so many take their final breaths now
because yer pow pow fetish
it ain't normal now
you say the brits have got the knives yea
it's all the same you say for crime yeh
but you're the same to say a knife now
should not be brought to a gunfight now
because yer pow pow fetish
don't make no sense no how
well you've got a right to the toys you've got
and I got a right that says I don't get shot
packin' hella heat just to walk down the street
in the land of the free (the what?)
the home of the brave (you sure?!)
the semi-auto kinda firepower
is movin' faster than yer mind now
if 90 rounds are what you need yeah
to hit a buck between the eyes yeah
well then you better go practice
because you don't know how
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