"Gun 'em Down" lyrics
sKitz Kraven & Caskey Lyrics
You just found yourself
Stuck in the cut
Of my trap house
And there's fire all around
You ain't ever getting out
Not alive
This is where it ends
And you ain't ever walking out
I just hired new security
They're the voices in my head
And they might fire up a round
Kill the witnesses for clarity
If there's survivors
There's no choice
We gon have to gun em down
It's no surprise
That I might lose my temper often
He shorted me a ticket
So I had to hit his office
I tie him up
Then make him watch me kill his bosses
I empty out the room until I'm nauseous
I'm sick I need a doctors note momma
I'm having homicdal thoughts
Don't let the doctor know
Momma
Cuz if he find out I'm a kill him
Everyone's a target
But your face is in the middle
You just found yourself
Stuck in the cut
Of my trap house
And there's fire all around
You ain't ever getting out
Not alive
This is where it ends
And you ain't ever walking out
I just hired new security
They're the voices in my head
And they might fire up a round
Kill the witnesses for clarity
If there's survivors
There's no choice
We gon have to gun em down
OK I'll sacrifice you just for trying my energy
Turn the room into a colt scene
Blood spills into pentagram shapes
Now it's smoking like the dope fiend's
I'll cut your body by the feet
And chop it up like it's something to eat
Sins I commit would haunt you for life
I slept fine because it's nothing to me
I'm cut from a different seem
Charles Manson with a little Charlie Sheen
The cup full of tigers blood
Because you know I put down the lean
But I ain't put down the McQueen
Or wrapping bodies up inside the ravine
Crossing me is like a cardinal sin
That's some karma you could never redeem
Bitch
There's blood on the money
That's what the trap brings
You know it
Bad things
Told my shooter that he's preaching to the choir
Cuz I love it when they gat sings
Mama told me spread my wings
But I ain't know she gave me bat wings
I'm a son of a gun
A walking dead man that's under the sun
Counting up all the bodies laying in the backyard and it's 101
And if I told you the truth
That ain't as bad as the summer to come
Motherfuckers been running their mouth
What they need to do is get it and run
You just found yourself
Stuck in the cut
Of my trap house
And there's fire all around
You ain't ever getting out
Not alive
This is where it ends
And you ain't ever walking out
I just hired new security
They're the voices in my head
And they might fire up a round
Kill the witnesses for clarity
If there's survivors
There's no choice
We gon have to gun em down
Stuck in the cut
Of my trap house
And there's fire all around
You ain't ever getting out
Not alive
This is where it ends
And you ain't ever walking out
I just hired new security
They're the voices in my head
And they might fire up a round
Kill the witnesses for clarity
If there's survivors
There's no choice
We gon have to gun em down
It's no surprise
That I might lose my temper often
He shorted me a ticket
So I had to hit his office
I tie him up
Then make him watch me kill his bosses
I empty out the room until I'm nauseous
I'm sick I need a doctors note momma
I'm having homicdal thoughts
Don't let the doctor know
Momma
Cuz if he find out I'm a kill him
Everyone's a target
But your face is in the middle
You just found yourself
Stuck in the cut
Of my trap house
And there's fire all around
You ain't ever getting out
Not alive
This is where it ends
And you ain't ever walking out
I just hired new security
They're the voices in my head
And they might fire up a round
Kill the witnesses for clarity
If there's survivors
There's no choice
We gon have to gun em down
OK I'll sacrifice you just for trying my energy
Turn the room into a colt scene
Blood spills into pentagram shapes
Now it's smoking like the dope fiend's
I'll cut your body by the feet
And chop it up like it's something to eat
Sins I commit would haunt you for life
I slept fine because it's nothing to me
I'm cut from a different seem
Charles Manson with a little Charlie Sheen
The cup full of tigers blood
Because you know I put down the lean
But I ain't put down the McQueen
Or wrapping bodies up inside the ravine
Crossing me is like a cardinal sin
That's some karma you could never redeem
Bitch
There's blood on the money
That's what the trap brings
You know it
Bad things
Told my shooter that he's preaching to the choir
Cuz I love it when they gat sings
Mama told me spread my wings
But I ain't know she gave me bat wings
I'm a son of a gun
A walking dead man that's under the sun
Counting up all the bodies laying in the backyard and it's 101
And if I told you the truth
That ain't as bad as the summer to come
Motherfuckers been running their mouth
What they need to do is get it and run
You just found yourself
Stuck in the cut
Of my trap house
And there's fire all around
You ain't ever getting out
Not alive
This is where it ends
And you ain't ever walking out
I just hired new security
They're the voices in my head
And they might fire up a round
Kill the witnesses for clarity
If there's survivors
There's no choice
We gon have to gun em down
