My Gun (to the tune of "My Girl")
I've got bullets, for a crazy day
I've got ammo, for what comes my way
I guess you say
What can make me feel this way?
My gun, talkin' 'bout my gun (my gun)
When it's nuts outside, I'm safe within
When they storm D.C., I'm armed in my den
I guess you say
What can make me feel this way?
My gun, talkin' 'bout my gun (my gun)
Sorry, I don't know what came over me.

Now to Black Eyed Peas' My Humps!
Whatcha gonna do with all that junk
All that junk inside your trunk
Imma get get get get you drunk
Get you love drunk with my gun
My gun my gun my gun my gun my gun
My gun my gun my gun my lovely little guns
Check it out
I got a semi in my 'Rari
Tactical Benelli for the party
They treat me really nicely
buy me all these nice things
Glock Ges and Beretta
Colt, see, and Chiappa
Rifles for the takin'
I won't lie I'm carrying five
Whatever I ain't askin'
They say second amendment
Ev'ryone sees
True religion
I say no
But they keep firin'
So I keep on firin'
And no I ain't takin'
Shit from those who ain't in
love and demonstrate it
My love my love my love my love
You love my lady guns
My gun my gun my gun
My guns they got you
She's got me spending
Oh, spending all your money on heat
And spending time on me
She's got me spending
Oh, spending all your money on heat
Uh on heat on heat
