All Gun NYC Lyrics (en) Total 16
Gun NYC - Laser GunI'm a crazy motherfucker With my city behind me I got my dogs by my side You don't gotta remind me Point the chamber to your skull I'll let it whisper to you
Gun NYC - LovinglyBeen missing seeing you around Tripping as I follow your sound My skin isn’t touching yours Need you bad I never been so sure Thinking back to summer when we’d drink And tell
Gun NYC - Chemical FearUpon the highest mountain In the valley of truth Lies a weeping angel You mistook for youth Rape and pillage and sink your fingers in deeper Insider her torso you can hide
Gun NYC - Love thy Neighbor, Not thy RoommateMoved to a new apartment My stay here starts alright But my boy comes falling down the stairs Talking with no reason or rhyme You smell like shit You’re nothing I want
Gun NYC - Attack MeCreeping up my neck I feel your fingers grip my head Touch me where it counts Oh, you know you got me on the ground So take advantage of me You know I’m all you can see
Gun NYC - A Bloody JubileeRespiratory failure Never felt so fuckin’ good I hack and cough a lung up Baby we’re misunderstood I feel you in my insides Need you in my blood some more So rip apart
Gun NYC - VixenI almost hit you today But i can’t think of the words to say You know my future it’s made You know we won’t be at the end of the day So why bother Why’d i call her
Gun NYC - Who's the Fed?Met a girl at a local show Who loved to talk politics She invited me to her organization Head over heels I said yes We met and I learned a lot about Marx and means of
Gun NYC - The Rave's GraveMy pulse just started racing right outta my skull Every single word comes out as dull I’m fuckin and I’m fiending for the taste of flesh While everybody else is trying their best
Gun NYC - Revenge of the KilldozerI don’t give a fuck About a fucker, that’s not me Work to survive I’m tryna see my money My hands are dried Mixing all this concrete My brain is fried Lurking like
Gun NYC - Scab ItcherFor power your slumber We carry the lumber We prey on your hunger You trust us go under The panic, you feel it You're manic, elitist Atlantic, can’t beat it
Gun NYC - Rest in ChaosNo one fuckin’ needs you A nuisance to be around You steal my money No work of yours to be found No fuckin’ talent You’re no special gift from God But you have money
Gun NYC - EvermoreThe poison tip touches my heart I feel the venom in my veins My muscles ache with apprehension My tongue can only cause more pain I’m just an overused typecast Just another
Gun NYC - Mark of the Beast ModeI’m being gang stalked About to get M.I.A.’d Turn the corner In the shadows is the C.I.A I know too much man I need you to help me out Cause if they catch me
Gun NYC - BandagesWalk around with a chain on my back You don’t care that I feel like shit Tell me you’ll pay big bucks If I’m willing to take your hits I gotta go plant some landmines Then go
Gun NYC - Parking TicketGoing on a date with my girl Gonna take her to a real nice place I leave my car parked at the hydrant For just a second to wait I get back to my car I see the orange
Gun NYC
Gun is the punk band blazing through the NYC hardcore scene. Playing with a ferocity to scare even the hardest of old heads, Gun has put out one EP and the lead single to their upcoming debut album! “White Flag From the Enemy” and “Mark of the Beast Mode” both boast a power only available to the strongest of bands. Their roster of beasts Stavros Lari on guitar and vocals, Sawyer Smith on bass and vocals, lead guitarist Aadil Mufti, and Billy Hay on drums. Watch out as they take over not only NYC… but the whole world!!