| Ay, don’t look at Ashe like that
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| Because she just might snap
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| And you don’t wanna see that
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| Guess what, mess with the Deadlock Gang
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| And your next stop, red dot, headshot, bang
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| Don’t look at Ashe like that
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| Because she just might snap
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| And you don’t wanna see that
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| Guess what, mess with the Deadlock Gang
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| And your next stop, red dot, headshot
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| Elizabeth Caledonia Ashe is
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| A tactician to
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| You got bad vision if you think that
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| You need some new glasses, a new suit, and a casket
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| You’re asking if you can get your ass kicked, your ass is
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| Just like a boot, she’s put a couple of steel caps in (who)
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| Don’t get riled up (why) she’s like a wild buck (who)
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| So watch your tongue or the temperature might get dialed up (woo)
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| Might need a fire truck to extinguish the flames
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| Might need your next of kin to distinguish your face (ooh)
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| For her, the battle’s like herding cattle in her soul
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| So stand back, fire in the hole
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| Ay, don’t look at Ashe like that
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| Because she just might snap
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| And you don’t wanna see that
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| Guess what, mess with the Deadlock Gang
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| And your next stop, red dot, headshot, bang
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| Don’t look at Ashe like that
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| Because she just might snap
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| And you don’t wanna see that
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| Guess what, mess with the Deadlock Gang
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| And your next stop, red dot, headshot
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| Ah, the west is wild and, yeah, she style
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| Passed every test and trial, it’s time to rest a while
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| So best not vex the girl, or you’ll press her to do something unlawful
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| She’ll pop off and flip a lid off like the beer bottle
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| she’s near-unstoppable
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| Call a doctor or just drop you off at the nearest hospital (cheers)
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| She’s not a young McCree (nah) there’s honor among thieves (uh)
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| She’s a couple of bullets if you want some of these
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| Life is no fun without a coach gun
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| Her rifles are like peace pipes she smokes 'em
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| Nice and precise when she slides
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| out the fire and the viper rifle and lighting up dynamite
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| Look, there’s no hiding from her, she’ll find out your hideout
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| And hang you out to dry till you’re dried out
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| Then hop on a hovercycle and ride out
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| Into the horizon’s dying light, goodbye now
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| Ay, don’t look at Ashe like that
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| Because she just might snap
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| And you don’t wanna see that
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| Guess what, mess with the Deadlock Gang
|
| And your next stop, red dot, headshot, bang
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| Don’t look at Ashe like that
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| Because she just might snap
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| And you don’t wanna see that
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| Guess what, mess with the Deadlock Gang
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| And your next stop, red dot, headshot |