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