Bucky Done Gun

They're comin' through the window They're comin' through the door They're bustin' down the big wall And sounding the horn What you want The bucky done gun What you want The fire done burn Get crackin', get get crackin' Time to spit new shit I'm rocking on this new bit I'm hot now you'll see I'll fight you just to get peace Heavy weight wrestler Fight me in your comforter Let you be superior I'm filthy with the fury ya I'll hard drive your bit I'm battered by your sumo grip Lucky I like feeling shit My stamina can take it Gymnastics super fit Muscles on the gun clip Bite, teeth, nose bleed Tied up in the scarf piece Can I get control Do you like me vulnerable I'm armed and I'm equal More for for the people Physical, brute force Steel, iron you're the boss Yeah you're so o-able Grind me down sugar salt