Dezzy Chamberland - Gun Fetish lyrics

I gotta I gotta I gotta I gotta x 2 (Hook) that A.K go that Baretta go that Shotty go that Desert Eagle go i gotta gun fetish i gotta gun fetish I gotta gun fetish I gotta gun fetish x 2 f** you want I got goons by the door the f** you think I got 'em for n***as aint beefin no more they'll carry your body to the morgue these n***as betta stop it we got them hammers we'll put nails up in your coffin I'm sick of n***as and them hollows them 'em coughin And if he lives there's no way that n***as walkin These n***as turnin b**h like they dressed in drag A sleeping trip to hell get the black zipper bags All my n***as they rounded up and when that barrels in your face its looking dark as f** You better get up out my face That SK get to spraying faster than some mace When it rains they say it pours sh**s all sweet till my n***as at your front door (Hook) I'm something you can't ignore 100 rounds spit everywhere like it's on tour You do drive by's I put shells through your door I'll have him leaking like I opened up his pores I'm f**ing crazy try me n***a You can't even eat if you don't run it by me n***a I aint gotta carry guns my goons they fire triggers Gun shells hit you hard and run right through you like its liquor You can hate me n***a go head and try to scheme Silencers equipped on infrared beams You aint got my bread well I got this toast I'll Sunday school a n***a make him get the Holy Ghost I'm semi-holding ch-ch-ch-choppa loaded I'll leave him stinkin in the forest with his skin corroded So you can keep talkin sh** boy You eating breakfast my goons at your back door (Hook) I gotta gun fetish I gotta gun fetish I get pissed and all you hear is (rat tat tat tat tat tat) x 2 tell these n***as I aint playing with 'em f** a wrong place wrong time his homies laying with 'em I'm something you cant ignore I love the smell of gore (Hook)