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duch dillinger - handgun lyrics

intro

all i got’s a dollar and a dream
and a handgun

verse 1

young lords, young reverends
i’m in h+ll again, friends with my medicine
strechin’ it, menacing, bottom of the tenement
i dont give a f+cking f+ck but thank you for your sentiments
razor sharp, bars that tear your face apart, swear its art
bang the harp, cut the strings, higher than some angel wings
simple things, married to the mob without a wedding ring
devil knock and i let him in, im sick as f+ck of the meddling
cut the strings and i pull the thread, half asleep but i’m fully dead
now let me at ‘em, let me at ’em, i’m going harder than i ever been
i’m f+ckin’ smarter than i ever been
do it better than i ever did
wanna know where the weapon is?
now that you mention it

hook

braat, bullet! braat, bullet! braat, bullet! braat, bullet!
hand gun, hand gun
my thumb and my finger
pull it
braat, bullet! braat, bullet! braat, bullet! braat, bullet!
hand gun, hand gun
my thumb and my finger
pull it
braat, bullet! braat, bullet! braat, bullet! braat, bullet!
hand gun, hand gun
my thumb and my finger
pull it
braat, bullet! braat, bullet! braat, bullet! braat, bullet!
hand gun, hand gun
my thumb and my finger
pull it
all i got’s a dollar and a dream
and a handgun
verse 2

in the wilderness, probably with a wildebeest
ima smoke up all the weed, out of this world in an odyssey
no polish no apology, name a broad go hard as me
point her out, stuff it in her mouth, now she can’t even talk to me
these suits wanna talk for me, these dudes swing their c+cks for me
pardon me, you gassed up b+tches can’t even get a fart from me
gawkin’ me, like you oughta be, i’m acting out, they recording me
i get some hate, and i get some love, and i’m getting back accordingly
don’t want your man he corny, b
tryin’ to stick that fork in me
i ain’t done, raw as f+ck, act like you ain’t order me
do that d+mn report on me, spell my name without the t
turn that bullsh+t into gold, motherf+ckin’ alchemy
savage hoe, you don’t speak that language tho
told ‘em i was poison, now they posing like the antidote
try me though
psycho yo, i’m a basketcase
trippin’ off of that acid rain
i deadly vipe assass+em ask ‘em
make your asses all ascertain
strip your polish off, acetone
chattin’ cash or dont pass the phone
f+cking savage, f+ck a salad
had to let me up in my zone
had to tell me i couldn’t flex, now flexion’ all that i do
you had to act like i ain’t a threat, now flesh is all that i chew
pull it
hook

- duch dillinger lyrics

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