Human Gunsmoke
By AlantisB
A Parody of Emniem's WHITE AMERICA. I thought for some strange reason, it fit Knives. So this is from his point of view.
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(Prelude)
Gunsmoke! We love you! How many people are proud
to be citizens of this beautiful planet of ours? The water and the green for
the rights that men have died for to protect / The
women and men who have broke their necks for the lives we lead the Sheriffs has
sworn to uphold. (Yo I want everybody to listen to
the words of this song) or so we're told...
Verse 1
I never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see, so many motherfuckin' people who feel like me/who share the same
views and the same exact beliefs, it's like a fuckin'
army marchin' in back of me/So many lives I touch, so
much anger aimed in no particular direction, just sprays and sprays and
straight through your radio waves it plays and plays, till it stays stuck in
your head for days and days/who woulda thought,
standing in this mirror bleachin' my hair, with some
peroxide, reachin for a t-shirt to wear/that I would
catapult to the forefront of rap like this? How could I predict my words would
have an impact like this/I must've struck a chord, with somebody up in the
office, cuz my brother keeps telling me I ain't causin' nuthin'
but problems/and now they're sayin' I'm in trouble
with the government, I'm lovin' it, I shoveled shit
all my life/and now I'm dumping it on...
Chorus X2
Human Gunsmoke!
I could be one of your kids
Human Gunsmoke!
Little Eric looks just like this
Human Gunsmoke!
Erica loves my shit
I go to towns, look how many hugs I get
Verse 2
Look at these eyes, baby blue, baby just like yourself, if they were brown
Shady lose, Shady sits on the shelf/but Shady's cute,
Shady knew Shady's dimples would help, make ladies swoon
baby, ooh baby! Look at my sales/Lets do the math, If I was human I would've
sold half, I ain't have to be human from the city of
December to know that/but I could rap, so fuck cities, I'm too cool to go back,
gimme the mic, show me
where the fuckin' studio's at/When I was underground,
no one gave a fuck I was a plant, no labels wanted to sign me almost gave up, I
was like/Fuck it, until I met Legato, the only one to look past, gave me a
chance, and I lit a fire up under his ass/helped him get back to the top, every
fan human that I got was probably his in exchange for every plant fan that he's
got/Like damn, we just swapped. Sittin' back lookin' at shit, wow, I'm like my
race is it starting to work to my benefit now?
Chorus X2
Verse 3
See the problem is I speak to desert kids who otherwise would of never knew
these words exist/whose moms probably woulda never
gave two squirts of piss, till I created so much motherfuckin'
turbulence/straight out the tube, right into your living room I came, and kids flipped
when they knew I was produced by Legato/That's all it took, and they were
instantly hooked right in, and they connected with me too because I looked like
them/that's why they put my lyrics up under this microscope, searchin' with a fine tooth comb, its like this rope/waitin' to choke, tightening around my throat, watching me
while I write this, like I don't like this (Nope)/All I hear is: lyrics,
lyrics, constant controversy, sponsors working round the clock, to try to stop
my concerts early/surely hip hop was never a problem in Inepril
only in May, after it bothered the fathers of daughters starting to blossom/so
now I'm catchin' the flack from these activists when
they raggin', actin' like
I'm the first rapper to smack a bitch, or say faggot/shit, just look at me like
I'm your closest pal, the poster child, the mother fuckin'
spokesman now for...
Chorus X2
Verse 4
So to the parents of Gunsmoke / I am the derringer
aimed at little Erica, to attack her character / The ringleader of this circus
of worthless pawns / Sent to lead the march right up to the steps of Vash's house / And piss on the lawns of his white house and
replace it with a Parental Advisory sticker / To spit liquor in the faces of in
this democracy of hypocrisy / Fuck you Ms. Milly! Fuck
you Meryl Strife! Fuck you with the freest of speech
this divided states of embarrassment will allow me to have, Fuck you!
I'm just kiddin' Gunsmoke, you know I'll kill you...