Gunz Yo Lyrics - Healthy Distrust - Sage Francis

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 

'cause 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 

'cause 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 

huh 

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)