Mr. Kalashnikov We owe it all to you Every common man with a gun in his hand Is what we gotta do
Mr. Kalashnikov We owe it all to you Every common man with a gun in his hand Is what we gotta do
She's got a stamped receiver I dressed her all in black A picatinny fore grip I hold her tight, 'cause I like it like that I squeeze her twenty pound trigger Stock from the factory All the sissy little gear queers switch 'em out But that's alright by me
Built for one thing There ain't no doubt Take her to the range to get my yaya's out
Mr. Kalashnikov We owe it all to you Every common man with a gun in his hand Is what we gotta do
She breaks down easy She don't need to be clean To do the dirty thing she does Soviet farmboy's dream You don't need to be a genius To get a little action A full auto spray and pray Is gonna get you some traction
Built for one thing There ain't no doubt Take her to the range to get my yaya's out
Mr. Kalashnikov We owe it all to you Every common man with a gun in his hand Is what we gotta do
Mr. Kalashnikov We owe it all to you Every common man with a gun in his hand Is what we gotta do
Mr. Kalashnikov We owe it all to you Every common man with a gun in his hand Is what we gotta do
Mr. Kalashnikov We owe it all to you Every common man with a gun in his hand Is what we gotta do
Mr. Kalashnikov Mr. Kalashnikov Mr. Kalashnikov Mr. Kalashnikov
