| If you took all my dollars
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| I wouldn’t shed no tears
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| You can have my souped-up fancy ride
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| I don’t hold it dear
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| The stickup kids know how I roll
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| I’ll shoot you if I like
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| I’m a gun slinging rambler
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| And I live a rambler’s life
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| Yodel eh hee hoo
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| Yodelodel eh hee hoo
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| Yodelodel eh hee
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| Another day, another stage to wreck
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| I got rhymes that ain’t even seen the pages yet
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| All you challengers step up and place your bets
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| And I’ma take 'em all out and not break a sweat
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| Take your threats elsewhere. |
| I stay on the road
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| By the time I get back to you, maybe you’ll hope
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| To be worthy of a face off in the center of town
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| The Devil’s waiting for you, boy. |
| I’m sending you down
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| Then it’s on to the next, like that song from Jay
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| Leaving a trail of bodies all along the way
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| Some of y’all might believe that’s wrong to say
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| But that’s a rambler’s life and I was going to stay
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| So, think twice then maybe have a third
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| I am the voice of reason, in case you haven’t heard
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| I spit hot enough that I can make the sun melt
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| You just gonna wind up a notch on my gun belt
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| If you took all my dollars
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| I wouldn’t shed no tears
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| You can have my souped-up fancy ride
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| I don’t hold it dear
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| The stickup kids know how I roll
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| I’ll shoot you if I like
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| I’m a gun slinging rambler
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| And I live a rambler’s life
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| Yodel eh hee hoo
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| Yodelodel eh hee hoo
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| Yodelodel eh hee
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| My pearl-handled mic’s been blazed across the plains
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| Those in the know are scared to say my name
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| In fear that I might be in earshot
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| Or if not, I might just magically appear
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| Ending rapper’s careers I’m taking their lives
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| Making orphans of children and widows of wives
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| I’m not killing these guys, please let me explain
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| But when I’m done, there’ll be very little left of their brains
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| Stripping the rest of their intelligence and
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| What’s left is merely just the shell of a man
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| So keep that in mind if you think of going toe-to-toe
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| And recognize, for real, this ain’t my first rodeo
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| I’ve gone flow-for-flow with hundreds of dudes
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| Knowing all the while I got nothing to lose
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| And there ain’t no stopping me. |
| I guess that I’m destined
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| To keep on rambling on like Led Zeppelin
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| If you took all my dollars
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| I wouldn’t shed no tears
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| You can have my souped-up fancy ride
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| I don’t hold it dear
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| The stickup kids know how I roll
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| I’ll shoot you if I like
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| I’m a gun slinging rambler
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| And I live a rambler’s life
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| Yodel eh hee hoo
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| Yodelodel eh hee hoo
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| Yodelodel eh hee
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| You know it
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| We keep rambling on, rambling on
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| We keep rambling on, rambling on
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| We stay rambling on, we rambling on
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| We still rambling on, we rambling on
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| Brooklyn down to Philly, yo. |
| We rambling on
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| Philly down to VA. |
| We rambling on
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| Delaware to Carolina, yo. |
| We rambling on
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| After Graham Tucker, yo. |
| We rambling on
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| And the whole Midwest, yo. |
| We rambling on
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| And the whole West Coast said we rambling on
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| Gangstagrass worldwide and we rambling on
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| We stay rambling on |