[Chorus]
I don’t wanna be handsome, I don’t wanna be rich
I wanna be a machine gun shooting at faces
(stupid bullet!)
I don’t wanna be handsome, I don’t wanna be rich
I wanna be a machine gun shooting at faces
(stupid bullet, stupid bullet!)
I don’t wanna be handsome, I don’t wanna be rich
I wanna be a machine gun shooting at faces
(stupid bullet, stupid bullet!)
I don’t wanna be handsome, I don’t wanna be rich
I wanna be a machine gun shooting at faces
(stupid bullet!)
[Verse 1]
Sun jam on my visor
In the backpack poems in my own language
(stupid bullet, stupid bullet!)
In a random bus, I lie into a Dictaphone (lie into a Dictaphone)
I’m always out of focus, I’m always the background
(always the background)
Concentrated like a self-killer
Wandering around the town, dreaming of coition
(stupid bullet!)
Around are pointless hoes of both sexes, and
From behind the clouds’ shards — God like a warhead
[Chorus]
I don’t wanna be handsome, I don’t wanna be rich
I wanna be a machine gun shooting at faces
(stupid bullet!)
I don’t wanna be handsome, I don’t wanna be rich
I wanna be a machine gun shooting at faces
(stupid bullet!)
I don’t wanna be handsome, I don’t wanna be rich
I wanna be a machine gun shooting at faces
(stupid bullet!)
I don’t wanna be handsome, I don’t wanna be rich
I wanna be a machine gun shooting at faces
[Verse 2]
Lonely bipedal hundred-handed horde (eh)
People smell like soup, like a hags tw-tw-tw-what?
A line in a line at a skin doctor’s (doctor's)
I don’t feel anything, I don’t want this anymore (rrr)
I don’t want no quickie, I want Jericho
Astride a stupid bullet (ah), like a hungry heretic
Rolling and rolling along the streets like a wheel (u-uh)
A lonely young man with his face blown off
[Chorus]
I don’t wanna be handsome, I don’t wanna be rich
I wanna be a machine gun shooting at faces
(stupid bullet!)
I don’t wanna be handsome, I don’t wanna be rich
I wanna be a machine gun shooting at faces
(stupid bullet!)
I don’t wanna be handsome, I don’t wanna be rich
I wanna be a machine gun shooting at faces
(stupid bullet!)
I don’t wanna be handsome, I don’t wanna be rich
I wanna be a machine gun shooting at faces
(stupid bullet!)
[Verse 3]
Shut your mouth, cockatoo!
My rap is a prayer but with a razor in my mouth (eh)
I am a miscarried kid of the backside of Russia (eh)
In the capital like a piece of rice in a Vietnamese belly (stupid bullet!)
Jesus Christ was ordering slander (u-uh)
So I drink to the estate holocaust
(Kidding) Homies suppress chuckles
Daddy’s boys, gather the guts up!
[Chorus]
I don’t wanna be handsome, I don’t wanna be rich
I wanna be a machine gun shooting at faces
(stupid bullet!)
I don’t wanna be handsome, I don’t wanna be rich
I wanna be a machine gun shooting at faces
(stupid bullet!)
I don’t wanna be handsome, I don’t wanna be rich
I wanna be a machine gun shooting at faces
(stupid bullet!)
I don’t wanna be handsome, I don’t wanna be rich
I wanna be a machine gun shooting at faces
(stupid bullet!)