EMC Junkie Ft. VCheri Smith & Wesson lyrics

Look, I need a Smith & Wesson,
When I’m hunting for the gold,
In the old Aztec tombs,
That are always far from cold,
Baking heat waves,
Dawn on the summer,
On then rolls the winter, when my legs are getting number,
But I got comfort in this land of a ruined habitat,
Shooting gnats with my gat,
Coz I’m just too fat to get up and smother them with my clothes from Shabitat,
And if Clint Eastwood returns from the Wild West,
My Smith & Wesson would shoot the best,
And leave him in a mess,
Coz there’s ain’t Hollywood bullets in this gun, have a guess,
I need an Oasis,
But on the basis that I get a dash of Bailey‘s,
Instead of the water, but don’t worry I’ll leave no traces,
Of the faces I have met,
Coz with my Smith & Wesson,
People tend to get wet,
Yet, I’m still caught in this fantasy,
An alternative dimension,
With plastic rules and policies,
That means they’re bendable,
So I can lean on them until they brake,
And then they resendable,
And all I got is my voice,
And the noise,
Of my Smith & Wesson as it feeds the girls and boys.

Smith & Wesson
At my side
One man standing
As the stakes are high
There's a bounty on my head
Coz these bars I spit are hot like lead

My Smith & Wesson is close when I’m sleeping,
Coz I gotta have it to protect me from what’s creeping,
Deadly Vipers, shooting poison to your neck,
Faster then a sniper could and would,
Coz the beasts out here are more mindless than a flood,
But of course under dryers,
Run your boot in the sand and it could start a fire,
And I ain’t a liar, I’ve scraped a few times and the situations been dire,
I’ve seen the flames lick them down to the bone,
But I left them each a Smith & Wesson so their not so alone,

And now I march on, and I’m loosing the stones,
All left to eat is sand, Would’ a brought a picnic if I’d known,
With a few juicy apples, to keep starvation away,
Coz I’m seeing things as apples all night and all day,
Once a saw a massive one, bit in, and I bled,
Opened my eyes, Biting a cactus instead.

Smith & Wesson
At my side
One man standing
As the stakes are high
There's a bounty on my head
Coz these bars I spit are hot like lead

Almost lost my head to the thorns and my spine,
Is boiling under the pressure of the heat,
At least I got my Smith & Wesson to keep me on my feet,
All streets have been lost,
And all signs of the roads,
Like Little Boys been dropped and it’s sure to explode,
BANG,
And still people hang on to the lives they live,
Despite the fact it’s Hell and it’s the price they give,
And when their out of oil and feeling stiff,
They all got Smith & Wesson, to keep on walking with,
It’s like there’s only few survivors and I’m truly blessed,
To not be one of the tests, that runs around crazy and shooting the rest,
Instead of Bugs Bunny kids got Bugs Moran as their role model,
Carrying blades before they can even use a bottle,
Throttling anyone in sight to get their Smith and Wesson,
Things have got out of hand, ain’t no Spaghetti Western.

Smith & Wesson
At my side
One man standing
As the stakes are high
There's a bounty on my head
Coz these bars I spit are hot like lead

And I need my Smith & Wesson,
To quench my thirst whilst I wander from Brighton to Bristol,
Yes, I need my Smith & Wesson,
My lucky water pistol.