Mick Mashbir - Gods Gotta Gun lyrics

Slaughterin' Children In Cold Blood In South American Streets Tainting The Air With Violence While Choppin' Down The Amazon Trees Hey Little Man Its An Eye For An Eye You Better Take Off Or You're Gonna Die Chorus: God's Gotta Gun Better Hide Better Run God's Gotta Gun And He's Gunnin For You Taxin Our Hard Earned Money Blastin It To Outer Space. People Are Homeless And Starvin, Yet You're Ordering A French Champagne Hey Little Man Let Me Give You A Tip You Better Shut-Up You'd Better Bite Your Lip Cause Chorus: God's Gotta Gun Better Hide Better Run God's Gotta Gun And He's Gunnin For You Riding Around On A White Horse You Outlaw Oral Sex Then You Sell You Soul For The Party While Given' Exxon Head God's Gotta Gun Gods Gotta Gun And He's Gunnin For You It Ain't No Smith And Wesson It Ain't No 44. It Ain't No Uzi It's The Biggest *^#&Amp;!! Gun You've Ever Seen You Better Run Little Man You Better Run God's Gotta Gun N' He's Gunnin For You