Looking Down the Barrel of a Gun Anthrax

Ah, rolling down the hill, 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 small problem with the transmission
3 on the tree in the middle of the night
I got this steak on my head 'cause I got into a fist fight

Life comes in phases take the good with the bad
You bought those coins on the street and you know you got had
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 getcha
It's gonna getcha
It's gonna getcha
It's gonna getcha

Looking down the barrel of a gun
Son of a gun, son of a bitch
Getting paid, getting rich