Choose Your Side
Bun B Lyrics

It’s just one man, one mission, and one mind
Bun B has a singular focus and purpose in mind

With one button, one push, yelling 'One time'
Bun B has a single opportunity to take action

With one chance, one target, and one shot
Bun B has a single shot to achieve his objective

With one second to pray That’s all that Bun got
Bun B is running out of time, and can only hope for the best

I’m slightly off-kilter, somewhat tuned out And loony-toony, I’m looped up and looned out So not being of a sound state of mind I’m an example of Western civilization’s decline
Bun B is not in a good mental state and represents the deterioration of society

I’m a loner, a rebel, samurai solo Balls to the wall and bolo out for dolo Bad case of tunnel vision, one track minded Blurred by the bullshit And criminally blinded
Bun B operates alone, focused on his own mission despite potential danger and distraction

Feeling like a refugee fighting For his dinner my life is on the line And the line’s getting thinner
Bun B feels like he's fighting for survival, with little margin for error

I know Hell is waiting for me And there’s nowhere to run So I just flick the switch and it’s done
Bun B is resigned to his fate, and chooses to act decisively in the face of death

When it’s a suicide you can choose your side When it’s a homicide you can choose your side When it’s a genocide you can choose your side You can choose your side when it’s a suicide When it’s a suicide you can choose your side When it’s a homicide you can choose your side When it’s a genocide you can choose your side You can choose your side if You choose to ride
In situations of extreme violence, individuals must choose which side they align with or risk being caught in the middle

Yo Peter Piper picked peppers Run rocked rhymes Jesus healed lepers, Judas dropped dimes Moses split the Red Sea Mohammed took back Mecca And Michael battles Lucifer for Who collects ya and Hitler killed Jews while Schindler freed ‘em And Foreman was the champ until Ali beat him Mobutu was a killer and this well-known These Bushes keep acting Like they’re Corleone I’m the curse of Barabbas, I’m original sin I’m Reverend Mao Zedong, Monk Ho Chi Minh I’m in that Brian Jonestown Massacre zone A little bit of Leonard Cohen To set the perfect tone Call me Pope John Paul Wall Got a grill for all y’all Jeff Dahmer wilding in the hall with the saws A fine young cannibal, Hannibal Lecter Killing bitches like Robert Blake And Phil Spector
Bun B gives a series of historical, religious, and cultural references to describe his own role and identity, including references to violence and notorious individuals

Fuck peace War is the outcome found to really be right I teach you how to make a Shotgun out of PVC pipe And make a Molotov cocktail Out of equally trite Seemingly nice common household products
Bun B rejects the idea of peace, and instead advocates for violent conflict. He claims to have knowledge of DIY weapons

My teenage life as a boy soldier was Inscribed in the blood of my parents Now I kill for approval from my commanders Barely remember my baby sister Brainwashed to forget by this shady system They were murdered in front of my Face and I barely miss them I’ve lost my soul, I’m numb from war, movies And drugs I’m a machine and they use me as such Slaughtering way too many people to count now Sniffing the brown brown Mountains of cocaine and gun powder This AK-47 is God These shells are individual angels of death Guided by the most high Programmed to purify anyone Who approach mine’s Suicide, homicide, genocide, we all die
Bun B describes a traumatic past and the subsequent stripping of his sense of self, which leads him to commit countless acts of violence