Gun Show
JT Music Lyrics


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Any time you'd like to fight I will oblige
I can show you pain
But from this day forward you'll only be
Known as "prey"
I'll stomp you out like a stogie
You'd better hope and pray I make it quick
"Get to the chopper" will be written
On your grave
What you call destruction is just
A road I paved
I'll steamroll your whole team like
I own the place
When I tell you what the hell I
Am you're gonna be blown away
Welcome to the jungle, anyone wanna play?
I can assure you bloodsport is
Just my sort of game
So when you enter the Hunting Grounds
Remember you're the game
Beware my territory
It's where you'll be shortly slain
I'll scorch and maim your body
Not much left of your remains
After I skin you alive
You'll find no closer shave
I'll rip your brittle little spine
Up out your shoulder blades
When it comes to combat
I'm a god upon this mortal plain
I consider your corpse a reward
And I let my trophies hang
In this forest, only one Predator can reign
And I'm lookin' down upon you
From the throne of bones I've made
With pure disdain
Of all honor you'll be fully drained
What you covered up in mud
For - to exfoliate? Ha!
I see you tryna hide your
Heat signature in vain
From my infrared vision there
Will be no escape you're even more of a
Dinosaur than Jesse Ventura
And Schwarzenegger except you're
Gonna go extinct

Why are your biceps so tiny?
I think it's 'cuz you're right beside me
I got a couple tricks up my sleeve
Wanna arm wrestle - step up, come try me
I'll kill ya with a flick of the wrist
Like Dillon - that son of a bitch
Then I'm gonna gut ya just like fishes
If you want a gun show, come get your tickets

I see a little silhouette, triple red dot
Laser sights are aligned
Got my target locked
What's my income? Check it when my net drops
You'll end up in one of
'em unless you get lost
Try To Catch a Predator
You'll only get caught
Castin' plasma like a magic blaster
I'm a deadshot
Sex appeal is not my specialty -
Nonetheless I'm dressed up in my fishnets
Just in case it gets hot
I'll pop a disc in you as
If you were a desktop
Then eject it from your neck
Kebab you like a chef, toss
You up a tree, tie you by your feet
Let your head drop
Then I'll watch you swing around
Like you was my dreadlocks
You may have laid a trap but
I'm a climbin' kind of beast
Call me abominable - you have no eyes on me
Camouflage on, might be right behind you
Keep in mind if it can bleed it can die
But I got no time to bleed
I embrace danger: conquer, onward, upward
Some would call it "bad habit"
Cause I'm such a self-destructor
Guerrilla blood-spiller such a
Thrillin' heart-stopper
Got you on the chopping block
Now you've gotten to the chopper
I'll never become hunted 'cuz
I'm always the hunter
Hope you're cardio-conditioned
'bout to run a tough mudder
Now things are getting heated so
You best get under cover
You don't wanna face me
I'm one ugly motherfucker

Why are your biceps so tiny?
I think it's 'cuz you're right beside me
I got a couple tricks up my sleeve
Wanna arm wrestle - step up, come try me
I'll kill ya with a flick of the wrist
Like Dillon - that son of a bitch




Then I'm gonna gut ya just like fishes
If you want a gun show, come get your tickets

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of JT Music's song "Gun Show" depict a fierce and brutal battle between two adversaries. The first verse sets the tone, with the singer confidently declaring that they will engage in combat and inflict pain upon their opponent. The lyrics emphasize the power dynamic and dominance of the singer, who refers to their opponent as "prey" and threatens to stomp them out like a cigar. The line "Get to the chopper" is a reference to the famous line from the movie Predator, implying that the opponent will meet their demise.


The chorus introduces the metaphor of the "Hunting Grounds," suggesting that the singer sees themselves as a hunter and their opponent as the hunted. They warn their opponent to be aware of the territory they are in since it will ultimately lead to their demise. The lyrics vividly describe the brutal methods the singer will employ, from scorching and maiming their opponent to skinning them alive. The singer asserts their superiority in combat, seeing themselves as a god on a mortal plane and considering their opponent's corpse a trophy.


The second verse continues the theme of the singer overpowering their opponent. They mock their opponent's physical appearance, calling their biceps tiny, and challenge them to an arm wrestling match. The singer boasts about their ability to kill with a flick of the wrist, referring to a character named Dillon as a son of a bitch they have previously gutted. They maintain their dominance throughout the verse, showcasing their lethal abilities and taunting their opponent to face them for a gun show.


Overall, the lyrics of "Gun Show" portray a fierce and bloodthirsty protagonist, reveling in their power and dominance over their opponent.


Line by Line Meaning

Any time you'd like to fight I will oblige
I'm always ready and willing to fight whenever you want


I can show you pain
I can inflict intense pain upon you


But from this day forward you'll only be Known as 'prey'
After our encounter, you will forever be referred to as helpless prey


I'll stomp you out like a stogie
I will physically crush you like a cigar


You'd better hope and pray I make it quick
You should pray for a swift death


'Get to the chopper' will be written On your grave
The famous phrase 'Get to the chopper' will be inscribed on your tombstone


What you call destruction is just A road I paved
Your idea of destruction is merely a path I have created


I'll steamroll your whole team like I own the place
I will effortlessly defeat your entire team with superior power


When I tell you what the hell I Am you're gonna be blown away
When I reveal my true identity, you will be astonished


Welcome to the jungle, anyone wanna play?
Entering this dangerous environment, does anyone dare to challenge me?


I can assure you bloodsport is Just my sort of game
Participating in brutal combat is my preferred form of entertainment


So when you enter the Hunting Grounds Remember you're the game
As you step into this area of prey, remember that you are the hunted


Beware my territory It's where you'll be shortly slain
Be cautious within my domain, as it is where you will soon be killed


I'll scorch and maim your body Not much left of your remains
I will burn and mutilate your body, leaving very little intact


After I skin you alive You'll find no closer shave
Once I strip your skin while you're still alive, you won't need to worry about grooming


I'll rip your brittle little spine Up out your shoulder blades
I will violently tear your weak spine from between your shoulder blades


When it comes to combat I'm a god upon this mortal plain
In the realm of combat, I possess god-like abilities and superiority


I consider your corpse a reward And I let my trophies hang
I view your lifeless body as a prize, displaying my previous conquests


In this forest, only one Predator can reign
In this environment, there can only be one dominant hunter


And I'm lookin' down upon you From the throne of bones I've made
I am observing you from my self-made throne of skeletal remains


With pure disdain Of all honor you'll be fully drained
I hold nothing but utter contempt towards you, completely stripping away any notion of honor


What you covered up in mud For - to exfoliate? Ha!
Did you really think hiding in mud was for skincare? Haha!


I see you tryna hide your Heat signature in vain
Your futile attempt to conceal your body's heat signature does not go unnoticed


From my infrared vision there Will be no escape you're even more of a Dinosaur than Jesse Ventura And Schwarzenegger except you're Gonna go extinct
With my advanced infrared vision, there is no way for you to escape. You are even more outdated than Jesse Ventura and Schwarzenegger, and destined for extinction


Why are your biceps so tiny?
I mockingly question why your muscles are so small


I think it's 'cuz you're right beside me
I suggest that your lack of muscle definition is due to your proximity to me


I got a couple tricks up my sleeve
I have a few undisclosed methods or strategies I can employ


Wanna arm wrestle - step up, come try me
If you're daring enough, challenge me to an arm wrestling match and see what happens


I'll kill ya with a flick of the wrist
I can easily end your life with a simple movement of my wrist


Like Dillon - that son of a bitch
Similar to what I did to Dillon, a derogatory term for him


Then I'm gonna gut ya just like fishes
After incapacitating you, I will proceed to disembowel you like a fish


If you want a gun show, come get your tickets
If you desire a display of firearms and violence, then attend my event


I see a little silhouette, triple red dot
I notice a small shadow or image with three red dot sights


Laser sights are aligned
Laser sights are accurately calibrated and pointed


Got my target locked
I have precisely targeted and focused on my objective


What's my income? Check it when my net drops
To determine my earnings, observe the decrease in my targets


You'll end up in one of 'em unless you get lost
Unless you manage to escape or hide, you will become one of my victims


Try To Catch a Predator You'll only get caught
If you attempt to hunt me, you will find yourself captured instead


Castin' plasma like a magic blaster I'm a deadshot
Using advanced weaponry that shoots plasma, I have exceptional accuracy


Sex appeal is not my specialty - Nonetheless I'm dressed up in my fishnets
Although seducing others is not my expertise, I am dressed provocatively in fishnet attire


Just in case it gets hot
I am prepared for intense situations


I'll pop a disc in you as If you were a desktop
I will insert a disc-like object into your body, as if you were a computer


Then eject it from your neck
Subsequently, I will forcefully remove it from your neck


Kebab you like a chef, toss You up a tree, tie you by your feet Let your head drop
I will impale you like a skewered kebab, throw you onto a tree, hang you upside down by your feet, and watch your head fall


Then I'll watch you swing around Like you was my dreadlocks
I will take pleasure in observing you swing back and forth, much like my own dreadlocked hair


You may have laid a trap but I'm a climbin' kind of beast
Although you set a trap, I am agile and capable of overcoming obstacles


Call me abominable - you have no eyes on me
You can label me as a monstrous creature, but you cannot see my movements


Camouflage on, might be right behind you
I am wearing camouflage, and there is a possibility that I am directly following you


Keep in mind if it can bleed it can die
Remember that if something can bleed, it is vulnerable and can be killed


But I got no time to bleed
I am too occupied to waste time on bleeding or injuries


I embrace danger: conquer, onward, upward
I willingly face peril, overcoming challenges and progressing forward


Some would call it 'bad habit'
To some, my inclination towards danger may be deemed a negative habit


Cause I'm such a self-destructor
Due to my self-destructive tendencies, I engage in risky behavior


Guerrilla blood-spiller such a Thrillin' heart-stopper
I am a ruthless killer, bringing excitement to those who witness my actions


Got you on the chopping block Now you've gotten to the chopper
You are now trapped and at my mercy, and soon you will reach the escape helicopter


I'll never become hunted 'cuz I'm always the hunter
I will never be the one being pursued, as I am always the one doing the hunting


Hope you're cardio-conditioned 'bout to run a tough mudder
I hope you are physically prepared for endurance, as you will need to run a challenging obstacle course


Now things are getting heated so You best get under cover
As the situation intensifies, it is in your best interest to find shelter or protection


You don't wanna face me I'm one ugly motherfucker
You would not want to confront me, as I am an unattractive and dangerous individual




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: JOHN GELARDI, TIMOTHY AMES

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