Hit the Floor
Gabriel Duncan

Homo freedom bandit
Got hair on both hands
I stand up
For all the motherfuckers who can’t stand

My dick is made of gold
It stays hard even when it’s cold
Keep you locking up your son at night
After you found our porno

I sign autographs
And leave numbers in the pages
Got him coming while I splat
From my rocket, in three stages

No respect, to no authority
No belief, in any deity
If I leave, it won’t be quietly
I’ve got C4, and a short ass wire, B.

So try me
I implore thee
Light my fuse
And see

It’s a sick, sad inside joke
When they yoke us
And we fall back to half mast
It’s disgusting how futile our fight is
How many times they’ve done that

I’m the homo freedom bandit
Holding a trigger in both hands
I stand up
For all the motherfuckers who can’t stand

You might find us at the parade
But you’ll find me inside your church
Waiting for you the next day
I’ll drag your body by the hearse

It’s wasn’t me who cast the first stone
But I’ma be the last
Won’t listen when you atone
My tone of voice will be a shotgun blast

These threats of violence
Ain’t got a letter on you perpetrators
Unimprisoned haters,
Call me the vindicator

I’m the homo freedom bandit
I’ve got a rainbow on my shoulders
And two cannons in my hands
I stand up for all the motherfuckers who can’t stand
Perpetrate precise attacks
And disappear into the land

You ain’t got the grounds
Or the precedence
Won’t leave you to be found
The bullet in you’s evidence