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MAGA be like:
          
          “We don’t care about what our country wants, so we’ll destroy it!”
          
          Then a day later, they’re like:
          
          “OH GOD OH FUCK OH NO WHY DID WE DO THIS?!”
          
          Like, seriously. Y’all need to realize that ya voted for a fuckin felon. An absolute disgrace.
          
          Aight I said my piece. FUCKKA YOU ORANGE TUPEE.

More Gun!

My body feels like lead. Not sure why

She's not a bad kid
          She's not a bad kid
          But she had to do it
          She had to do it
          They're not a bad kid
          But they had to do it
          They couldn't not
          They had to face off
          She's not a bad kid
          But they had to do it
          She had to crack
          She had to kill Pop

Whatever happened to the young, young lovers?
          One got shot and the other got lost in
          Drugs and punks and blood on the street
          Blood, blood on her knees
          Bloody history (yeah)
          Whatever happened to the hayloft?
          Burnt to the ground, and what about Pop?
          He took his ass back to the crack shack
          With his long johns on, singing that old song
          My baby's got a gun, my baby's got a gun
          My baby's got a gun, I better run
          My baby's got a gun, it goes
          Boom, boom, crack, ga-ga-ga-ga, boom, boom
          An eye for an eye, a leg for a leg
          A shot in the heart doesn't make it unbreak
          She really didn't wanna make it messy
          She really, really didn't, but the girl gone cray
          My baby's got a gun, my baby's got a gun
          My baby's got a gun, I better run
          My baby's got a gun, it goes
          Boom, boom, crack, ga-ga-ga-ga, boom, boom
          She crucify (she crucify)
          She crucify (she crucify)
          She crucify (she crucify)
          Hey Pop, you die, you die
          My baby's got a gun, my baby's got a gun
          My baby's got a gun, I better run
          My baby's got a gun, it goes
          Boom, boom, crack, ga-ga-ga-ga, boom, boom
          My baby's got a gun, my baby's got a gun
          My baby's got a gun, my baby's got a gun
          My baby's got a gun, I better run
          My baby's got a gun, it goes
          Boom, boom, crack, ga-ga-ga-ga, boom, boom
          My baby's got a gun, my baby's got a gun
          My baby's got a gun, I better run
          My baby's got a gun, it goes
          Boom, boom, crack, ga-ga-ga-ga, boom, ga-ga-ga-ga
          

My daddy's got a gun
          My daddy's got a gun
          My daddy's got a gun
          You better run
          My daddy's got a gun
          My daddy's got a gun
          My daddy's got a gun
          Ga - ga - ga - ga - ga
          Ahh. yaa. yaa. ya
          Ahh. yaa. yaa. ya
          Ahh. yaa. yaa. ya
          Ahh. yaa. yaa. ya
          Ga - ga - ga - ga - ga - ga
          Ga - ga - ga - ga
          Ga - ga - ga - ga
          Thanks again, merci beaucoup
          Thanks for taking time out of your day
          On this afternoon, early evening
          Comin' out to this show
          I know you guys are all very
          Uh, people in demand, I can tell just by looking at you
          There are other people in the world that are not here that
          Need you in their lives
          And so, for you to, uh, neglect them and come to us today
          Is very flattering and we appreciate it
          And again, thanks to the fine establishment of the Apple Store
          And the outfit of iTunes for including us in your ongoings
          And we can't wait to come back to this neck of the woods
          We're coming to Osheaga, not so long from now
          I hope to see you there, if not that's ok
          This experience into itself is enough to full full, to fulfill
          Our appetite for many moons to come
          I can't speak English nor French, so on that note, farewell
          But I can speak the universal language of music, so there

My daddy's got a gun
          My daddy's got a gun
          My daddy's got a gun
          You better run
          My daddy's got a gun
          My daddy's got a gun
          My daddy's got a gun
          Ga - ga - ga - ga - ga
          It started with the hayloft a-creakin'
          Well it just started in the hay - LOFT
          With his long johns on, Pop went a-creeping
          Out to the barn, up to the hay
          Young lovers and they are not sleeping
          Young lovers in the hay - LOFT
          With his gun turned on, Pop went a-creeping
          Out to the barn, up to the hay - LOFT
          My daddy's got a gun
          My daddy's got a gun
          My daddy's got a gun
          You better run
          My daddy's got a gun
          My daddy's got a gun
          My daddy's got a gun
          Ga - ga - ga - ga - ga
          Ahh. yaa. yaa. ya
          Ahh. yaa. yaa. ya
          Ahh. yaa. yaa. ya
          Ahh. yaa. yaa. ya
          Ga - ga - ga - ga - ga - ga
          It started with the hayloft a-creakin'
          Well it just started in the hay
          With his long johns on, Pop went a-creeping
          Out to the barn, up to the hay - LOFT
          Young lovers with their legs tied up in knots
          Young lovers with their legs tied up in knots
          With his long, tall gun, Pop went a-creeping
          To blow their hay-loft dead heads straight off
          

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