Director: "Action! ... No, wait, that's live ammo! Cut! CUT!" [Verse 1] I’m a dude, playing a dude, disguised as another guy The pyrotechnics are blinding, lighting up the sky The studio gave me a rifle, gold-plated and mean I’m the highest-paid killer that you’ve ever seen I’m method acting the chaos, I’m feeling the heat Emptying the mag to the motorik beat Is that a co-star screaming? Is that a real grenade? Doesn’t matter to me, as long as I’m getting paid! [Chorus] Oh, it’s a government gift in a Hollywood wrap I’m falling headfirst into the celluloid trap Friend or a foe? I can't see through the lens I’m blowing up the jungle and all of my friends I'm a lead farmer, baby, harvesting the soul The budget is burning and I’m out of control! [Verse 2] The director is dead, or maybe he’s just blurred I’m the only one left who hasn't heard the word I’m tactical, I’m practical, I’m covered in juice A five-time Oscar winner on the absolute loose I’m suppressive-firing at the catering tent I don't know where the production value went If it’s in my perimeter, it’s part of the scene The most dangerous ego in the killing machine! [Killer Bridge] [Chorus] Oh, it’s a government gift in a Hollywood wrap I’m falling headfirst into the celluloid trap Friend or a foe? I can't see through the lens I’m blowing up the jungle and all of my friends I'm a lead farmer, baby, harvesting the soul The budget is burning and I’m out of control! Motherf****ing Soldier: "Check my contract. I’m still in character. Where’s my TiVo?" Director: "... we're still rolling, right?"
