Rubber Bullets 
(B. Wilson) 

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na 
na-na-na-na (2x) 

CHORUS: 
Whoah-oh-oh 
Can't you see 
You can't kill me with your rubber bullets 
Whoah-oh-oh 
Can't you see 
You can't hurt me with your rubber bullets 
Whoah-oh-oh 
Can't you see 
You can't kill me with your rubber bullets 

So you better start puttin' back in yah pocket, before a real Glock hits you and the garbage man will pick you up 

VERSE 1: 
Haters trippin' 
How have I done you wrong 
Chant you down on the microphone 
You better think twice before my guitar hits your dome 
This shit is real when I'm in the zone 
Murderer 
Can't touch my flow 
No Po-Po or woman gonna get my dough 
Bullets fired, from outta ya mouth 
Bounce off me and make me start to doubt your love 
Ya gwan test me?! 
Then test me proper 
Or you better have insurance 
You’re gonna need a doctor 
Check this out 
Night Nurse cursed me 
Make me wanna scream and shout 

CHORUS 

VERSE 2: 
Your words can't make me bleed 
When I fire back it helps to feed 
The fire burnin' high and the flames of jealousy 
It’s so strange how people close to you feel this way 
I am a one man army, take the world today 

Can't you see 
Can't you see 
what these people make me go through 

Can't you see 
Can't you see 
Oh, what the world has done to me 

CHORUS 

BRIDGE: 
Whoah-oh-oh-oh 
Whoah-oh-oh-oh - yea-ah! 
Whoah-oh-oh-oh 
Whoah-oh-oh-oh - yea-ah! 
Whoah-oh-oh-oh 
Whoah-oh-oh-oh - yeaaaah! 

RIFF 

CHORUS: 
                                   
So you better start puttin' back in ya pocket, before a real Glock hits you