Looking Down the Barrel of a Gun — текст песни (Beastie Boys)

[Mike D yells]
AAAAAH!

[Mike D, MCA, Ad Rock]
Rolling down the hill, snowballing getting bigger
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 guage
I`m writing rhymes on a page, and going up 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 have this steak on my head `cause I got into a fist fight
Life comes in phases take the good with the bad
You bought the coins on the street and you know you got had
Because it`s all high spirit, you know you got to 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 girl, it`s gonna getcha

Looking down the barrel of a gun, son of gun
Son of a bitch getting paid getting rich
Ultra violence be running through my head
Cold medina y`all, making me see red
Rapid fire Louie like Rambo got bullets
I`m a die harder like my kid Bruce Willis
I love girlies, waxing and milking
Coordinating shit is my man Dave Scilken
Predetermined destiny is who I am
You got your finger on the trigger like the Son of Sam
I am like Clockwork Orange, going off on the town
I`ve got homeboys bonanza to beat your ass down
Well I`m mad at my desk and I`ll be writing all curse words
Expressing my aggressions through my schizophrenic verse words
You`re a headless chicken chasin, a sucker free basin
Looking for a fist to put your face in
Well get hip get hip, don`t slip ya knuckle heads
Racism is schism on the serious tip