Looking Down The Barrel Of Gun Lyrics - Beastie Boys

Ah! 

Rolling down the hill, snowballing getting bigger 

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 

Twenty four is my age and twenty two is my gauge 

I'm writing rhymes on a page, and going up in a rage 

'Cause I'm out on a mission, a stolen car mission 

Had a small problem with the transmission 

Three on the tree 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 and you know you got had 

Because it's all high spirit, you know you got to hear it 

Don't touch the mic baby don't come near it 

It's gonna getcha, it's gonna getcha 

It's gonna getcha girl, it's gonna getcha 

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 

Cold medina y'all, making me see red 

Rapid fire Louie like Rambo got bullets 

I'm a die harder like my kid Bruce Willis 

I love girlies, waxing and milking 

Coordinating shit is my man Dave Scilken 

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'll be 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 ya knuckle heads 

Racism is schism on the serious tip