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Aism I need a gun to keep Gis myself from Aism harm Aism The poor people are Gis burning in the Aism sun AismBut they ain't got a chance They Gis ain't got a Aism chance Aism I need a gun Cos all I Gis do is Aism dance Cos all I Gis do is Aism dance
I need a gun to keep myself from harm The poor people are burning in the sun No, they ain't got a chance They ain't got a chance I need a gun Cos all I do is dance Cos all I do is dance RAP: :In my backpack I got my act right In case you act quite difficult And yo is so weakin' With anger and discontent Some are seeking and searching like me, moi I'm a peace-loving decoy Ready for retaliation I change the whole occasion to a pine box six-under Impulsive don't ask wild wonder Orders given to me is: strike and I'm thunder with lightning fast reflexes on constant alert from the constant hurt that seems limitless with no dropping pressure Seems like everybody's out to test ya 'til they see your brake They can't conceal the hate That consumes you I'm the reason why you flipped your soosa Chill with your old lady at the tilt I got a 90 days digit And I'm filled with guilt From things that I've seen Your water's from a bottle mine's from a canteen At night I hear the shots Ring so I'm a light sleeper The cost of life, it seems to get cheaper out in the desert with my street sweeper The war is over So said the speaker with the flight suit on Maybe to him I'm just a pawn So he can advance Remember when I used to dance Man, all I want to do is dance.: (Dance!) (Dance!) (Dance!) I need a gun to keep myself from harm