Wayne LaPierre, he ain’t playing fair High heels, bustier, lingere derriere His style is suspicious, these violent hypocrites is Switching up, playing both sides of the fences “Gun control is bad, crooks will always get guns” They should know, because they’re the ones who’s selling to thugs! Sell a nine to you, Sell a mac to your spouse A bazooka to the dude who’s a-breaking into your house. You can get my meaning The NRA’s biting the hand that’s feeding They’re laughing at you, after you leave the meeting they’re calling you a sucker Saying, if our rank-and-file only knew the real number Of guns we’ve put in the hands of crooks, Because of loopholes we put on the books, All paid for with our members’ dough Which we take to DC buying hookers and blow For a scandalous representative from Kansas Givin’ protection to gunrunners and bandits And I don’t need heat to jack for beats Just a sonar crack and some mp3s Got these firearms causing higher harm Than ten nine elevens every year That’s thirty al quaeda bombs and it’s not terror it’s wayne la Pierre keeping the spotlight off of the real players like Hi-Point, Bryco, And smith and Wesson, so kids that’s investin’ get returns on their shares. And You’ll never hear, all about rea-ALL-co, 100 crimes a year, 100 deadly salvos All from one store, and thanks to ALEC The ATF can’t make it public. So exercise your rights Cap a caribou twice, hit the range every night But don’t be a chump, have a lil self respect now They shitting down your neck, you got a mighty smear you’re looking silly troop get some tide out and some cheer So While you wash your ghillie suit, just Sing the chorus in your boxers be obnoxious ‘billy dudes Wayne LaPierre, he ain’t playing fair High heels, bustier, lingere derriere His style is suspicious, these violent hypocrites is Switching up, playing both sides of the fences We’re the only way to keep your rights (BULLSHIT!) It’s communist to compromise (BULLSHIT!) We give a fuck who lives and dies (BULLSHIT!) We’re on the law abiding side (BULLSHIT!) We got a Ouija board direct to John Wayne (BULLSHIT!) He says freedom and murder is the same (BULLSHIT!) We only want to keep you safe (BULLSHIT!) Every single solitary syllable we say is (BULLSHIT!) And the maker makes em cheap – he says thank you wayne Knowing the customers are creeps – he says thank you wayne I buy 20 at a time – I say thank you wayne When I cross a state line with ‘em - thank you wayne And sell them to a felon or a nihilist – I say thank you wayne With no background check because it’s private - I say thank you wayne If I can sell ‘em to a terrorist - he says thank you wayne Even selling on the net - we say thank you wayne And even though it’s evil yeah, every step’s still legal fair Right up ‘til your daughter gets put into a wheelchair thank you wayne , YOU say thank you wayne, YOU say thank you wayne. Wayne LaPierre, he ain’t playing fair High heels, bustier, lingere derriere His style is suspicious, these violent hypocrites is Switching up, playing both sides of the fences But just who is benefittin’ From all of these decisions? Is it all for the amendment? Or did the inspiration Come from the corporations? With some fishy vested interests The heads of which are sittin’ On the board you ain’t elected? I could do 100 bars about the censorship With a hundred examples loaded in my extended clip Who’s the most crooked gun dealers – you ain’t allowed to know that Common causes of gun deaths – government can’t show that Which brands crooks buy most - you can’t be told that If the truth is on your side, why they hold back those facts? Cus They don’t trust you to make up your own mind. NRA is on whose side? Is it? the guys who buy the stocks ,to sell the glocks? And the special hollow points for killing cops Is it? the patriots whose whole business model Is sellin to El Narco? They hit the pinche lotto Is it? the gun stores who somehow wind up winning Every time half their inventory goes missing? Is it? the undertakers, Is it? the wreath makers Is it? the Bushmasters sitting on the board of directors? You’re in the last sector, treated like a heckler Yet you’re begging them to save you from the danger they created And you do as you’re plainly told Because your brain’s controlled Who got you in a fuckin’ stranglehold. Wayne LaPierre, he ain’t playing fair High heels, bustier, lingere derriere His style is suspicious, these violent hypocrites is Switching it up, playing both sides of the fences You supporting us But we supporting thugs So they can get more guns And now you’re scared as fuck, so . . . .