(Best imagined to the tune of Baby Got Back by Sir Mix-a-lot)
I like big guns and I cannot lie
Us MAGAs we can’t deny
When she pulls her hand out of her waist
And waves that Glock right in my face
I get hard, don’t wanna be no sap
She’s wearing camo pants and a MAGA cap
Oh baby I want you to pull it
Please help me bite the bullet
My momma tried to warn me
But that .45 makes (me so horny)
Ooh, satin finish
Makes me want to eat my spinach
So assume the position
You gonna like my disposition
Spread em , (baby)
Spread em , (baby)
Hands up on your head ‘em (baby)
I've seen her plunkin’ targets
And even killing varmints
It makes me sweat, wet,
Got it goin' like a turbo 'Vette
Take your regular guy and ask him that
To be so hot she gotta pack
So, fellas (Yeah) Fellas (Yeah)
Has your girlfriend got a gat? (Hell yeah)
Tell 'em to cock it (Cock it) Lock it (Lock it)
Shoot that fucking rocket
Baby got gat (Camo pants with a MAGA hat)
Baby got gat (Camo pants with a MAGA hat)
I like 'em big, I’m no palooka
Barrel like a bazooka
Makes me shiver, quiver
I bust a nut or liver
I want to get you on the range
And unh, double-pump, unh, unh
I’m talking guns and ammo
Extra clips and whammo
I want to pop a cap
Drop the hammer, make em splat
Touch my AR? You’re in trouble
Take my piece? Make it double
You can shove your fucking gun laws
I'll keep my Colt - so up yours
A word to you pinko commies –
From. My. Cold. Dead. Hands.
I won't cuss or try to hit ya
I’ll just draw a bead and drill ya
I’ll plug ya and I’ll blast ya
Yeah, I'm tired of all you libtards
Sayin' the 2nd A is for retards
You’ve never felt the kick
When a magnum takes a lick
With our guns we got it goin' on
A lot of simps won't like this song
'Cause them punks want me to quit it
Want me to bury my piece or bin it
But I'm long, and I'm strong
And I'm down to get the action on
So, ladies (yeah) ladies (yeah)
If you want to roll in my F-150 (yeah)
Then turn around, bring it out
Every MAGAs got to shout
Ooh, Baby got gat
Yeah, Baby got gat
When the permit says concealed carry
It’s you I want to marry
Walk up to the altar and say
God bless the 2nd A
I want you to have and hold my heart
Till death do us depart
I promise to love and obey
Trump, Jesus and the NRA
And every night I’ll pray
The gub’mint don’t take you away
And then the priest will say
I now pronounce you man and gun
You may kiss the barrel