He’s got- He’s God- He’s got- He’s God-
He’s got his eye on the prize
One-five in the clip
Walking the strip
He’s out looking for kicks
And he come rolling with a posse
You don’t want to cross him
No my friends, cuz he ain’t no friend at all
He’s a big man
He’s a real man
Got a god damned gun (just like Uncle Sam)
And we he grips it he’s omnipotent
Sends em off like sheep to the slaughter
Get em up
Get back- now get your hands up
Fear the boom of the gun blast
I make it rough
Get em up
Get back- now get your hands up
Cuz when I grip it I am potent
Gun in your mouth
You’re staring death in the face
You’re going down in the ground
No way out of this place
And he’ll be killing every last one
Kill until it’s all gone
No my friends, cuz he ain’t your friend at all
He’s the real thing
Carbon steel sting
Got a god damned gun and it makes him King
Cuz when he grips it he’s omnipotent
Sends em off like sheep to the slaughter
Get em up
Get back- now get your hands up
Fear the boom of the gun blast
I make it rough
Get em up
Get back- now get your hands up
Cuz when I grip it I am potent
Get em up- get back, now get your hands up
Cuz when I grip it I am potent-
I’m making them all – fall – down
And now your life is on the line
And now your ass is on the line
Here we go now- Here we go now-
Cock that gun back
Go on; get ready- get ready for war
I back up suckers when I sling
Go on; get ready- get ready for war
I make em suffer when I slay
I don’t need anybody
I don’t need anyone
I’ve got my motivation
And I’ve got my gun
Go on, get ready- get ready for war
I back up suckers when I sling
Go on, get ready- get ready for war
I make em suffer when I slay