Gun control is any law, policy, practice, or proposal designed to restrict or limit the possession, production, importation, shipment, sale, and/or use of guns or other firearms by private citizens. Most commonly the guns in question are personal firearms, typically handguns and long guns.
Gun control laws and policies vary greatly around the world with some countries, such as the United Kingdom, having very strict limits on gun possession and others, such as the United States, having relatively modest limits. In some countries, the topic remains a source of intense debate with proponents generally arguing the dangers of widespread gun ownership, and opponents generally arguing individual rights of self-protection as well as individual liberties in general.
Several studies have examined the correlations between rates of gun ownership and gun-related, as well as overall, homicide and suicide rates within various jurisdictions around the world. Martin Killias, in a 1993 study covering 21 countries, found that there were significant correlations between gun ownership and gun-related suicide and homicide rates. There was also a significant though lesser correlation between gun ownership and total homicide rates. A later study published by Killias in 2001 reported that, while there was a strong correlation between gun-related homicide of women and gun-related assaults against women, this was not the case for similar crimes against men and that "interestingly, no significant correlations with total suicide or homicide rates were found, leaving open the question of possible substitution effects." This study indicates correlation, but not causality. This could mean that the easier the access to guns leads to more violence. It could also mean that larger amounts of violence lead to a higher level of gun ownership for self defense, or any other independent cause.
Theodore Anthony "Ted" Nugent ( /tɛd ˈnuːdʒɨnt/; born December 13, 1948) is an American musician. From Detroit, Michigan, he gained fame as the lead guitarist of The Amboy Dukes before embarking on a solo career. He is noted for his conservative political views and his defense of hunting and gun ownership rights.
Nugent was born and raised in Detroit, Michigan, the son of Marion Dorothy (née Johnson) and Warren Henry Nugent. Nugent's father was an Army staff sergeant, and he was raised in a very strict household. He moved to Palatine, Illinois, as a teenager, and has two brothers: John and Jeffrey. Raised Catholic, Nugent has mentioned his ties with the Christian faith many times during interviews, and has stated that he regularly attends church. He attended St. Viator High School in Arlington Heights, IL.
Nugent has released more than 34 albums and has sold a career total of 30 million records. He was known throughout his early career in the 1970s for using Fender amps, a large part of his signature sound, and for playing the hollow-body Gibson Byrdland guitar.
Walter Bruce Willis (born March 19, 1955) is a German-born American actor, producer, and musician. His career began in television in the 1980s and has continued both in television and film since, including comedic, dramatic, and action roles. He is well known for the role of John McClane in the Die Hard series, which were mostly critical and uniformly financial successes. He has also appeared in over sixty films, including box office successes like Pulp Fiction (1994), 12 Monkeys (1995), The Fifth Element (1997), Armageddon (1998), The Sixth Sense (1999), Unbreakable (2000), Sin City (2005), Over the Hedge (2006) and Red (2010).
Motion pictures featuring Willis have grossed US$2.64 billion to 3.05 billion at North American box offices, making him the ninth highest-grossing actor in a leading role and twelfth highest including supporting roles. He is a two-time Emmy Award–winning, Golden Globe Award–winning and four-time Saturn Award–nominated actor. Willis was married to actress Demi Moore and they had three daughters before their divorce in 2000, following thirteen years of marriage. He is currently married to model Emma Heming, with whom he has one daughter.
357 or sawed off shotgun
You've got a right to choose your weapon
Outlaw guns, only outlaws'll have 'em
While I can, I'm gonna go and get me some
[Chorus:]
Want me to give up my gun?
You gotta pry it from my cold dead hand
Want me to give up my weapon?
Ya better be a better shot than I am
Gun control means hitting your target
Fuck with me, lets see how far you get
This is the time, this is the hour
For peace through superior fire power
[Repeat Chorus]
[Bridge:] Guns dont kill people, I do! [4x]
I've got my sixpack and my trusty handgun
Waiting around for world war three to come
Gotta have protection out on the freeway
The person with the biggest gun has got the right of way
[Repeat chorus 2x]
[Repeat second verse]
Automatic weapons were meant for the war
But here they are right outside your front door
Gangs and thieves are armed to the hilt
Ready to kill without the quilt
Lock and load
We need gun control (2)
A shot rings out from down the street
The gangs are restless from the night heat
The cold, black metal has made them insane
Killing each other is part of the game
Lock and load
We need gun control (2)
The barrel of a gun at the back of your head
Your money or your life is all that he said
Do you want to die or live to be old
Don't think twice about gun control
Lock and load
We need gun control (2)
We were given the right to bear arms
When our land was all ranch and farms
The law is old and in need of updating
There's no time time for hesitating
Lock and load
We need gun control (2)
Another bunch o kids in a bloody mess
another maniac killin innocents
analysts on xbox or cnn
explain away the pain on a day so grey
without the dark the stars can't shine
i pray to hope through the hard times
but things could change to save more lives
i think you know
why oh why do they second guess
Gun Control
my my my what an ugly mess
bless their souls
i dont wanna hear about his troubled past
theres a million little freaks with a past like that
people sayin there was something wrong with his head
if he couldn't get a gun there'd be nobody dead
why oh why do they second guess
Gun Control
my my my what an ugly mess
bless their souls
without the dark the stars cant shine
i pray for hope through the hard times
but things could change to save more lives
i think he knows where its at
Freedom to take other peoples freedom away
is this what has become of the U.S.A
why oh why do they second guess
Gun Control
my my my what an ugly mess
bless their souls
why oh why do they second guess
Gun Control
my my my what a f*#en mess
bless their souls
bless their souls
bless their souls
Automatic weapons were meant for the war
But here they are right outside your front door
Gangs and thieves are armed to the hilt
Ready to kill without the quilt
Lock and load
We need gun control (2)
A shot rings out from down the street
The gangs are restless from the night heat
The cold, black metal has made them insane
Killing each other is part of the game
Lock and load
We need gun control (2)
The barrel of a gun at the back of your head
Your money or your life is all that he said
Do you want to die or live to be old
Don't think twice about gun control
Lock and load
We need gun control (2)
We were given the right to bear arms
When our land was all ranch and farms
The law is old and in need of updating
There's no time time for hesitating
Lock and load
GUN CONTROL
(J.Gonzalez, R.Alfaro) (Jacken)
What makes a crowd scatter more than street sweeper
With guns like that, don't matter who's deeper
Crew or solo you say fuck it
The streets are armed to the teeth the bullets comes,
duck it
Enemies suck it, sum hollow points from my joint
Squeeze the trigger like it ain't nothing
You got gats with a nickel wrap stash out the mini mack
Cancel the little rat that's how we interact
Who got their finger to the pulse of the street
It's the soldiers on the ave. with the toast or the
heat
Keep friends at arm's length enemies closer to me
Whack'em out in the ride and re-upholster the seat
Tommy D. way with Jimmy The Gent Conway
Wrong place, wrong time and definitely the wrong day
To dabble a bit in the ex-coin way
Use your gun to commit a heist, preciese robbery It's a
hobby
Will you steal again? Probably
I win the lottery when I stick 'em up come on pick 'em
Your hands where my eyes see I ain't sloppy
I got Crow waiting outside in the gilapi
Surveillance watch me cover my grill with the mask
properly
Flip the camera off with sick mockery
All these guns trying to pop me I'm dodging constantly
On top of all that I got the one time stalking me
Hook:
In my city blocks are just like battlefields
With soldiers on the street It's kill or be killed
Tephlon shields still laeve heads revealed
So even if you got a bullet proof keep you eyes peeled
In my city gun control means one thing
How you handle your gun and control the sting
Through weapons trafficking on the streets form crime
rings
We're heavily armed ready for anything
(Cynic)
I'm from the city where it's needed to be heated and
carry a piece
No matter your street
You weak you're getting smoked or caught by police
You bot to speak don't go for the cheese
You'll be fine just stay alive don't die while you
sleep
You see we different we're high in degree, knowledge is
deep
Carry the metal to settle and cook up the beef
We stay cool during the heats smoking swishers sweets
Where armed to with females, weapons, lyrics and beats
An army we deep, in whatever city you want we could
meet
We're hardto defeat, my military train the elite
You see the technique, your armed forces couldn't
compete
You big or petite, the nine will you straight off your
feet
Cause we're two calibres, too big for your frame
Rhymes and fist you don't want to exchange
We're some animals thet can't be contained
Some phenoms that can't be explained
Sorrounded by peons and snakes that want a piece of the
cake
Hook:
In my city blocks are just like battlefields
With soldiers on the street It's kill or be killed
Tephlon shields still laeve heads revealed
So even if you got a bullet proof keep you eyes peeled
In my city gun control means one thing
How you handle your gun and control the sting
Through weapons trafficking on the streets form crime
rings
We're heavily armed ready for anything
(Jacken)
Sck dogs run street politics so stay out of it
A handful of sickos determine just how it gets
A hollow tip headed your way sometimes you just swallow
Bystanders get slipped you don't got to be a part of it
-More guns, nofunds-These blocks are strapped and broke
You don't got to do much to provoke
When You're eyeing that muthafucker that's toteing the
iron
He got the nine in the waistline bullets are flying
(Cynic)
Don't get caught in the cross fire
There's several different metals to settle the bullshit
with bullets
One banana clip would cause a big movement
Homeboy froze, got perced, now he's leaking fluid
You don't belive me watch when your closet go through
This is some real shit, get broken quick
Get your spirit ripped, you get your people clipped
The red dot don't miss, It's either mine or his
My millie's well gripped
Hook:
In my city blocks are just like battlefields
With soldiers on the street It's kill or be killed
Tephlon shields still laeve heads revealed
So even if you got a bullet proof keep you eyes peeled
In my city gun control means one thing
How you handle your gun and control the sting
Through weapons trafficking on the streets form crime
rings
(Ian Hunter)
All right
Gun Control, we don't want no
Gun Control, we don't want no
Gun Control, we don't want no
Gun Control.
Stick to your guns, boys, stick to your guns.
We'll make a lot of money if we stick to the guns.
The president's with us boys, so join in the fun.
We can make a lot of money if we stick to our guns.
Yeah
Gun Control, we don't want no
Gun Control, we don't want no
Gun Control, we don't want no
Gun Control.
Let the bullets go!
Step up the lobby, boys, down in Washington.
We can make a lot of money if you stick to your guns.
Tradition is with us boys, it's the constitution,
so stick to your guns, boys, the final solution.
Gun control, we don't want no
Gun control, we don't want no
Gun control, we don't want no
Gun control.
Hey, and ain't it a shame we ain't got a war,
we'll just have to practice on the sick and the poor.
Assassinate presidents, and they ain't the only ones,
we can get them all, young and old, if we stick to our guns.
So stick to your guns, boys, fight for your life.
We'll all feel special on a Saturday night.
Yeah!
Gun control, we don't want no
Gun control, we don't want no
Gun control, we don't want no
Gun control.
Let the bullets go.
Viva macho
Viva macho
Viva macho
Viva macho
Gun control, no, we don't want no
Gun control, no, we don't want no
Gun control, hey, I don't want no
Gun control, (I'm much too busy making...)
Gun control,
Gun control, (...Saturday Night Specials)