Looking down The Barrel Of A Gun
Beastie Boys Song Lyrics

 I'mmmmm...     Rolling down the hill I'm snowballing getting bigger     An 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     24 is my age and 22 is my gauge     I'm writing rhymes on a page I'm going off in a rage     Cause I'm out on a mission a stolen car mission     Had a little problem with the transmission     3 on the train 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 holmes... and you got had     Because it's all high spirit you know you gotta hear it     Don't touch the mic baby don't come near it     It's gonna get you it's gonna get you     It's gonna get you girl it's gonna get you     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     Cole Madenia y'all making me see red     Rapid fire Louie like Rambo got bullets     I'm a gonna die harder like my kid Bruce Willis     I love girlies waxing and milking     Cordniating chimp is my man Dave Smokie     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'm 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 you knuckle heads     Racism is schism on the serious tip