Jim Carrey takes out Charleton Heston and the NRA in one fell swoop!

[DebJ]

46. I transcribed the words (posted here) but can't figure out one word...

I put that in parenthesis .... think it is a type of gun?

Some folks ride like the wind
With the whispering pines to guide them
And the burning light inside them
Keeps them warm in the snow

Others fear the sounds they hear
Make banditos out of molehills
Fill their hearts with porcupine quills
They’re dead and buried long before they go

Charleton Heston movies are no longer in demand
And his immortal soul may lay forever in the sand
The angels wouldn’t take him up to heaven like he planned
“Cause they couldn’t pry that gun from his cold, dead hand

It takes a cold, dead hand to decide to pull the trigger
It takes a cold, dead heart and as near as I can figure
With your cold, dead aim you’re trying to prove your dick is bigger
But we know…Your chariot may not be swinging low

Cold dead hand, cold dead hand, cold dead hand, cold dead hand
You’re a big, big man with a little bitty gland
So you need something bigger just to fill
Your cold, dead hand

Imagine if the Lord were here
And he knew what you’d been thinking
Would his Sacred Heart be sinking
Into the Canyon of Dismay?

And on the ones who sell the guns
He’d sick the vultures and coyotes
Only the Devil’s true devotees
Could prod a tear from pain and fear

Charleton Heston movies are no longer in demand
And his immortal soul may lay forever in the sand
The angels wouldn’t take him up to heaven like he planned
“Cause they couldn’t pry that gun from his cold, dead hand

It takes a cold, dead hand to decide to pull the trigger
It takes a cold, dead heart and as near as I can figure
With your cold, dead aim you’re trying to prove your dick is bigger
But we know…Your chariot may not be swinging low

Cold dead hand, Cold dead hand
Cold dead hand, Cold dead hand
Cold dead hand, Cold dead hand
You’re a big, big man with a little bitty gland
So you need something bigger with a hair-pin trigger
You don’t wanna get caught with your trousers down
When the psycho killer comes around
So you make your home like a Thunder Dome
And you’re always packing everywhere you roam
But the psychos win no matter what you do
Cuz they’re gonna buy way more guns than you!

And while you’re stumbling outta bed
They put five rocks in the back of your head
Or you get depressed cuz the money went South
And you put your own (Chonka) in your mouth
And your kids walk in and they find you there
Like a headless lump in your underwear
And they move the gun and it kills them too
And your wife just doesn’t know what to do
So she takes a hand grenade from her shoe
And she pulls the pin…..

And it’s all on YOU.
And your COLD, DEAD HAND.




I'd love to see some kids in the inner city rapping this..............