[Intro]
How many of you agree with me when I say we are fucking sick of old men making lies about communities that they don't know a fuck about it
(We're so fucking done, living under loaded guns)
This next song is called loaded guns
[Verse 1]
Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt
But I just had some sex on a cross with a nun
And I fucked every gender that's under the sun
They say there's only 2, but I counted 21
And they say I'm doomed on a path straight to hell, but they've never taken shrooms
All they really wanna sell, is a placе after death
Trade hatе for respect, I can't wait for the day that they take their last breath
[Chorus]
We're so fucking done, living under loaded guns
Braindead, out of touch
Old men, now your time is up
Run, we're coming into the crowd
[Verse 2]
Oh, my bad, I didn't mean all Christians
Just the bitches who don't listen
And point their fingers, dissin'
I'll be pissin' on their graves
When their dusty asses kick it
Tell me, who's got more charges?
Me or pastor Vincent?
Old white men, always gotta say shit
They could hold my dick, they don't want a conversation
They just want their kids to end up rich and racist
They're running out of time and were runnin' out of patience
How many of you agree with me when I say we are fucking sick of old men making lies about communities that they don't know a fuck about it
(We're so fucking done, living under loaded guns)
This next song is called loaded guns
[Verse 1]
Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt
But I just had some sex on a cross with a nun
And I fucked every gender that's under the sun
They say there's only 2, but I counted 21
And they say I'm doomed on a path straight to hell, but they've never taken shrooms
All they really wanna sell, is a placе after death
Trade hatе for respect, I can't wait for the day that they take their last breath
[Chorus]
We're so fucking done, living under loaded guns
Braindead, out of touch
Old men, now your time is up
Run, we're coming into the crowd
[Verse 2]
Oh, my bad, I didn't mean all Christians
Just the bitches who don't listen
And point their fingers, dissin'
I'll be pissin' on their graves
When their dusty asses kick it
Tell me, who's got more charges?
Me or pastor Vincent?
Old white men, always gotta say shit
They could hold my dick, they don't want a conversation
They just want their kids to end up rich and racist
They're running out of time and were runnin' out of patience
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