Guns
El-P Lyrics

Before shooting troops was cooler than hula hoops,
Before killing soldiers became more popular than playing with hula hoops,

High noon was your basic who's who of brutal truth.
High noon was a time when the harsh reality of life was on display.

Hot summer gun or box-cutter slow dance
Violence during the hot summer was either a fast-paced gunfight or a slow and deliberate act with a box cutter

Turn a young'n to a dozen paper dolls holding hands.
Acts of violence turned young individuals into lifeless and interconnected victims

And tricky was a wooden horse pushed up on your porch
Deception and manipulation were tactics used to gain advantage

So chicanery was yours to engage or ignore.
The choice to participate in deceitful practices or remain oblivious was yours.

I was on the latter but a lot adopt pawns,
I chose to remain unaware, but many others embraced the role of pawns

So we carried lawn chairs and buckets of popcorn.
We passively observed the unfolding events, treating it as entertainment.

Brawl fair, cop car, voyeur hawk him out his hinges,
A fight broke out, involving a police car, as onlookers watched eagerly

Storm door splinters, clamoring about, hammers out about to ring,
The doors were damaged, creating chaos and anticipation of impending violence

Infiltrate each others tribes and murder each others queens.
Different groups attacked and killed each other's leaders.

Packed to the very last rafter, clung to the rafts and the
The place was filled to capacity, with people holding onto anything for support

Cameras to capture the damage, neck swivel with a chomp chomp volley
Cameras were ready to record the destruction, while onlookers eagerly anticipated it

Where the ants leave nothing but the bones and the car keys.
The violence left behind only remains and traces of the victims

Pardon if his two feet fester.
Apologies if his actions caused harm

It was rude of me people,
It was impolite of me, my apologies

Meet left and lefter,
Introduce the left and the more extreme left

Planted like a model of civility and honor for the sector
Presented as a model of good behavior and integrity for the community

But never got his Extra! Extra!
But never got their moment of recognition or acknowledgement

Peace for the better but it wasn't entertaining,
Seeking peace and harmony was not engaging or captivating

So they waited for the tazing from the safety of his haven.
Instead, they eagerly awaited the act of violence from the comfort of their refuge.

Like bees to the honey when they lumped you up,
Like bees attracted to sweet nectar, they gathered around when violence occurred

'cause bumper cars are only funny when they bump. (Know that.)
Because the excitement of bumper cars comes from the collisions. (Understand that.)

Tune to Hellemundo for action packed blasphemy;
Switch to the television channel Hellemundo for thrilling and sacrilegious content

Big city translate your face 'til it atrophies.
The big city will change and distort your identity until it withers away.

I let the schadenfreude boy out actually,
I let my pleasure in someone else's misfortune show

Deployed to void with grin to watch laughingly.
Sent out to observe and enjoy the chaos with a smile on my face

Pass the p's it's a laugh in,
Pass the popcorn, it's a moment of amusement

I can smell the tragedy when hatchin',
I can sense the impending disaster

Happily dispassionately patched in,
Engaged with detachment and satisfaction

Alive with the menace of demise like ?yes!? the pain dazzles men.
Thriving amidst the threat of destruction, causing pain to captivate and mesmerize

In the corridors of entropous wars contort drastically tilted fits,
In the chaotic environments of crumbling wars, people twist and contort their actions

I adjust to climates of the wilderness,
I adapt to the harsh and unpredictable environments

Walk along my spine take the pilgrimage,
Follow my path and experience the journey

Up in to the section that's reserved for the smirk of the coldest witnesess,
Enter the area where only those who are emotionally detached and cynical can appreciate

Work you motherfuckers (hooray!),
Push yourselves, you bastards (celebrating sarcastically)

There's all day to die, innovate the mayhem with grace,
There's plenty of time to engage in destructive actions, so do it skillfully

The goodform-fall. Fuck if I'm 'a warn y'all, nah...
The proper way to descend into chaos. I won't bother warning you, no...

I got the front row to the greatest entertainment that an angel never saw.
I have a front-row seat to the most captivating spectacle that even angels have never witnessed.

Sixty thousand watts of that raw ?pull the claw out of the trunk? fun,
Powerful and unfiltered excitement, like pulling out a dangerous weapon from a trunk

Each one teach one how to club one,
Everyone is showing each other how to harm others

Look at how they bathe up in the dove blood,
Observe how they revel in violence and bloodshed

It's gonna be a night of thrills and chills where the sacred is made of mud mud.
It will be an evening filled with excitement and fear, where even sacred things are reduced to nothing

Each one teach one how to club one- popcorn, popcorn...
Everyone is teaching each other how to harm others, with popcorn as a symbol of passive observation

It was a lazy day,
It was a relaxed and uneventful day

It was amazing grace,
It was unexpectedly beautiful

It was a half-a-dozen claymores daisy-chained.
It was a group of dangerous explosives connected together

It wasn't daisies and crazy eights,
It wasn't innocent and joyful

It was an ace of spades over a waiting game of slaves and saints.
It was a symbol of death looming over a situation of control and submission

And every trainee face-painted while his great escape grazed and ate,
Every person undergoing training put on a deceptive disguise while their ultimate escape plan was unfolding

He'll never make it, when he aims he shakes.
He will never succeed, as he lacks stability and confidence in his actions

And I was overly engrossed from a very locked door
I was completely absorbed by what was happening behind a tightly closed door

With a couple Milk Duds and buckets of popcorn.
With some Milk Duds and a lot of popcorn to enjoy the show

Clap clap, encore.
Applaud, applaud, encore.

Monkey in the middle study how the bunker took the missiles.
Observe how someone in the middle of a conflict analyzes the impact of the attacks

Age of machines with nary a green screens,
A time where machines prevail and there is no sign of environmental consciousness

So the hecatomb is every bit as cutting as it seems.
The mass slaughter is as brutal and devastating as it appears

I could tell the pet from the vet,
I can distinguish the loyal followers from the experienced individuals

Money where his canine's spread and never welched on a bet.
He always keeps his word and never backs out on a wager

That said, know the over-under
With that being said, understand the likelihood

On your local hunter
Regarding your neighborhood predator

And you'll profit off his widow-maker's numbers every summer.
And you will benefit from the statistics of his lethal actions every year

Bump in the night, funny, will he catch and release 'em?
Unexpected encounters in the darkness, amusing to see if he will restrain or set them free

Has he mercy? Will he hack 'em to pieces?
Does he show mercy? Or will he brutally dismember them?

Is he dirty? Will he hassle policemen
Is he corrupt? Will he harass law enforcement

And security breach
And compromise security

Until impurities leak
Until flaws and corruption become evident

Over the circuitry?
Through the entire system?

And nada milk and honey,
And absolutely no rewards or benefits

There is only skulls and bunnies
There is only death and deception

That hop around drunk in the land of a hundred Mondays.
That act carelessly and foolishly in a monotonous and unremarkable place.

God damn, pop the Redenbacher proper
God damn, prepare the popcorn properly

And, for christ's sake, get this man a doctor.
And, for God's sake, someone get this man medical attention.