Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Outlaw, artist - Boondox. Album song Krimson Creek, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Psychopathic
Song language: English
Outlaw |
| Nobody move I got the Six shooter fully loaded |
| Finger like an automatic, bout to let it fuckin go |
| And take a bunch of lives, and I ain’t leavin till I hit the door |
| Make a wrong move and watch these shell cases hit tha floor |
| An outlaw on the open range, and just like Jesse James |
| I rob these fools for change a Psychopathic Ombre with a price on my melon |
| For takin money from bitches and sendin' they spirits to heaven |
| I’m on an all black horse and in an all black cap |
| My pistol stay bad luck just like an all black cat |
| And I ain’t playin with you motherfuckas, empty out the drawers |
| Take all the cheddar out the safe and I’ll be out the fuckin door |
| Six shooter on my side, I’mma ride |
| They ain’t never takin me alive, They never takin me alive |
| This is a life of an outlaw, hustlin, stealin, killin |
| And They never gonna get caught |
| Six shooter on my side, I’mma ride |
| They ain’t never takin me alive, They never takin me alive |
| This is a life of an outlaw, hustlin, stealin, killin |
| And They never gonna get caught |
| Cold blooded murderer, wanted, fuckin price on my head |
| So high they had ta file a Chapter 7 |
| See my face on every corner, don’t you bring him back alive |
| Watch the tumbleweed hit tha streets soon as I arrived |
| Time to hit up the Saloon, shoot tha dude behind the bar |
| Grabbed a whole thing of Whiskey, then I lit up a cigar |
| Time for scopin out a hoe I need to get my dick sucked |
| I been ridin all day and now some hookers gettin fucked |
| I seen a bitch upon the stage and she was packin huge jugs |
| Up the stairs by hair then I beat the pussy up |
| She started screamin like a demon, put tha barrel in her mouth |
| Shot a load in her face and then I blew her fuckin brains out… |
| Marshalls on my ass, the lynch mob on to my trail |
| Just one thing upon they minds and that’s for sendin me to hell |
| In an old pine box with no return stamped on tha top |
| It’s gonna be a shoot em' up son, duck ya head, hear tha shots pop |
| I can’t say nothin for the people I killed |
| My name carved up in a rock a hole dug in boot hill |
| This gonna be the fuckin day cause I can feel it in my bones |
| Twenty men with twenty guns about to send my ass home |
| Grab tha winchester, and it’s on just like a switch |
| Now they taking many shots and I ain’t dying like no bitch |
| Bullets hit me with precision, they won’t get to see me fall |
| Bustin mutherfucking caps, pick em off screamin «outlaw!» |
| Six shooter on my side, I’mma ride |
| They ain’t never takin me alive, never gonna get caught |
| Never Gonna Get Caught |
| Outlaw |