Looking Down the Barrel of a Gun lyrics

I'm rolling down the hill, snowballing, getting bigger

An explosion in the chamber, the hammer from the trigger

I seen him get stabbed, I watched the blood spill out

He had more cuts than my man, Chuck Chillout

24 is my age and 22 is my gauge

I'm writing rhymes on a page, I'm goin' off in a rage

Cause I'm out on a mission, a stolen car mission

Had a small problem with the transmission

Three on the tree in the middle of the night

I have this steak on my head cause I got into a fist fight

Life comes in phases, take the good with the bad

You bought the coins on the street (Holmes), and you know you got had

Because it's all high spirit, you know you got to hear it

Don't touch the mic, baby, don't come near it

It's gonna get you, it's gonna get you

It's gonna get you, girl, it's gonna get you

Looking down the barrel of a gun

Son of a gun, son of a bitch

Getting paid, getting rich

Ultra violence be running through my head

Cold medina, y'all, makin' me see red

Rapid fire Louie, like Rambo got bullets

I'm a die harder, like my kid Bruce Willis

I love girlies, waxing and milking

Coordinating trim is my man, Dave Scilken

Predetermined destiny is who I am

You got your finger on the trigger like the Son of Sam I am

Like Clockwork Orange, going off on the town

I've got homeboys bonanza to beat your ass down

Well, I'm mad at my desk, and I'll be writing all curse words

Expressing my aggressions through my schizophrenic verse words

You're a headless chicken chasin', a sucker freebasin

You're looking for a fist to put your face in

Well, get hip, get hip, don't slip ya knuckle heads

Racism is schism, on a serious tip

• Artist:Beastie Boys
• Album:Paul's Boutique (1989)