Numb (to the Guns)

What'd I miss? 900 cc's of the raw in one fist The bum's dumb blitz Order in the court where the mortars jump bricks Everybody, lung on the table, this point counterpoint Aesop has the murkiest, yet he numb out the prowler oint (uh) And after bubblegum, he sink into the sofa Clicker to pilot his broadcasted choice of cobra (hissssss) The venom remains the same game of stale toxins Camo'd with the now ornamental satellite options Whatever's good I got this grave half dug (true) But Yani covering taps to make the pain worse than it was (nooo) Playin marbles (playin marbles) Hit by a bus (hit by a bus) Death is sweet (death is sweet) Hell sucks, sucker Damien probably wishin I'd donate a fuck But this shit's chiller than any conversation I've had in months The iron fang drew 'em all loopy (real loopy) So when he extended the hand the planet's Kujo's went Snoopy In perfect synocaption, burnt to crispy critters Like synchronized swimmers in boric rivers Mmmm, poor soaked critters Lick chop dig-in, who dares lick a shot at pigeons? Why I oughta (Vast get em!) He surfs city circuits for the power and the glory To the cowards in the quarry you will always blink before me Its Doc Roc full-effect, campfire stories Like I "Threw Your Momma From the Train" to try to front on "Porkies" He finds the garbage more inspiring than the good stuff (right) His ink sleeps while the military look tough Look, im sorry, crooked priority list But Mr. USA-up-all-night's blackened heart already skips I'm 'bout to crash this bitch to hibernate Tell Wolf Blitzer holler at his boy when he hosts "Blind Date" It goes spit on CNN and force the war back through the cable box Where M1's are like stage props aimed at latest names dropped So now he ignorant, right? (right) No, he just accepts the inevitable apocalyptic syllabus Sing along, Zooka dies of chemical poison, and watch 'em Bring it on Dag nabbit, that cat's faster I dead opinions and swap it out for the urges Of a serpent tryin to stuff it in the jam before the curtains He's numb to the guns, thanks to the tank cams Glued to the box like the opposites will shake hands Enough hell for the world's hand baskets Enough cells for the world's hand captured Numb to the guns, now he touch buttons that'll re-route imagery Yes dawg, he recognize the history Yes dawg, he recognize the misery But switch for element of surprise and demise From m-16's or disco and hula-hoops Murder the fads before the fads murder you and yours Me and mine find T&A on TNT Pleasin' to the iris more than TNT on DNA Morbid but important, I know, stop Mork porked Mindy in this episode, watch POW be buzzin by the rumbling cannons and less amateurs, bystander analyst Went through the "Holy fuckin' shit I'm gonna die" phase Now it's "Well, I'm gonna die, let's get this barn's sides raised" So when they ask what's your opinion on the war? I tell 'em "War sucks donkey dick. What's the Knicks' score?" Maybe it's his allergies, no horns and pitchforks (umm, umm) Dusk muskrat (uhmm) eleven tusk jab (uhmm) Elegant bloodbath, leggin it, egg 'em on Television preg-a-nant and medicine is born Get a mean doubt, community duel glazed over blank white sockets Lookin for a heavy seven richter to shiver the crocs right up out they options Novacaine, bloodwork, spoon though the Lochness Hostage, no shame, suck the fear out his muck So when the nozzles hit his nostrils He don't give a fuck After all, it's just like on TV around the clock The thorns are real and anger management is not He's numb to the guns, thanks to the tank cams Glued to the box like the opposites will shake hands Enough hell for the world's hand baskets Enough cells for the world's hand captured Numb to the guns, now he touch buttons that'll re-route imagery Yes dawg, he recognize the history Yes dawg, he recognize the misery But switch for element of surprise and demise