Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Till My Last Shot, artist - Gangstagrass. Date of issue: 04.06.2012
Song language: English
Till My Last Shot |
| Talking 'bout setting up the dot |
| While I’m waiting up the block |
| I’m sweating 'cause its hot |
| And they’re setting up the plot |
| It’s like a bad script |
| With a shitty cinematographer |
| The ending of the screen play |
| Is me sending flowers to family and kin |
| Homies (?), man, and all your friends |
| I’ll splatter all your limbs |
| 'cause my strategy will win |
| They’re claiming that my days are numbered |
| And I’ll be forever hunted |
| Even try to make snitches out of all the dames I run with |
| Respect and honour; |
| Nobody dares to sell me out |
| If I get arrested, fam' of my victims bails me out |
| I hear you scheming from the side line |
| Waiting to make a move |
| Until my (?) fuck your plan |
| Before the battle begins you lose |
| Drunk off my ass, still 20/20 vision |
| Take you to gun school, your life is the tuition |
| When will you learn? |
| I’m impossible to kill |
| How long will I keep riding? |
| (T.O.N.E-z: til, til, til, til my last shot) |
| How long will I be on the run? |
| (Til, til my last shot) |
| How long will you try to find me? |
| (Til my last, til my last, til my last shot) |
| I’ll vanish like the setting sun |
| (Shot, shot; shot shot.) |
| I might let you walk away |
| And tell the world what you were taught today |
| But that would lessen my challengers |
| And I can’t have that now |
| I can’t go a sec' without the bang-bang pow |
| Skulls and crossbones, liquor and gunplay |
| Model for disaster, strike a pose, kodak |
| Know that |
| I’m the doc, and what I prescribe is shots and corpses |
| Lots of tortures (torches?) |
| To march through my ghost town |
| In the shoot out, I let off the most rounds |
| Eye of an eagle, I breeze through evil |
| This is my last hoo-rah, going down as the best shoot-a |
| Tell you ta move ya |
| Ass out my path |
| Or my bullets will tap dance all over your rib cages |
| Close the book, burn the pages |
| It’s in my blood, can’t deny my passion for a shoot out |
| Be careful |
| You might get what you askin' for |
| How long will I keep riding? |
| (T.O.N.E-z: til, til, til, til my last shot) |
| How long will I be on the run? |
| (Til, til my last shot) |
| How long will you try to find me? |
| (Til my last, til my last, til my last shot) |
| I’ll vanish like the setting sun |
| (til my last, last shot.) |
| I’m like an urban legend |
| People say that I’m invincible |
| These are not folk tales |
| Something you should listen to |
| Something that you tell your kids sitting in the living room |
| So that right before bed, they give hugs before kissing you |
| It’s hard to kill a myth |
| It’s hard to kill a ghost |
| No need for digging plots, you’ll never get the dot |
| Place your quarter in the slot, and let the games begin again |
| Shadow box pics of me, pretend to win |
| Tell the world I was feared but never loved |
| That I was shot and hated, but never hugged |
| Your best defence is never bring trouble to me |
| They’ll never find your body |
| It’ll be covered in leaves |
| Your corpse is snacks for crows |
| Your feet and toes will decompose |
| From beef with T.O.N.E-z |
| My six shooter’s my mascot |
| Ride 'til I die, 'til my last shot |
| (Echo: shot, last shot, last shot, last shot) |
| How long will I keep riding? |
| (T.O.N.E-z: til, til, til, til my last shot) |
| How long will I be on the run? |
| (Til my last, til my last shot) |
| How long will you try to find me? |
| (Til my last, til my last shot) |
| I’ll vanish like the setting sun |