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Ashe and McCree

[Verse 1: Ashe &
McCree
My momma fed me with a silver spoon
Too bad she and daddy never hung around
To see their baby girl grow into a killer soon
If you cause a problem, then I’ll gun ya down
I’ll stop pulling off heists when I’m dead
Never was bothered much by a price of my head
Because I love the chase, whether I escape or I hang
Loyal to the grave — is the name of my gang
Forget the riches, this is just about the job
I’m a rebel without a cause, runnin' from the law
When I want something done, then I’ll send in B.O.B (Do somethin')
We don’t need another score, yet we never stop
Got a dynamite temper, it’s about to blow
My business, my rules, I run the show
And no I won’t repeat myself, you can even ask Jesse
Exactly what’ll happen if a lawman tests me
Bourbon on my breath, and a shiner from a barfight
Sorry pop, but I’m not fit for the farm life
Though I’m a wrongdoer, you can bet I’m armed right
Check your pocket watch, I’ll bring you high noon all night
I was brought up on the wrong side of the tracks
I’ve been locked up, even shot right in the back
I’ll deal with a little misfortune, long as I’m earning a fortune
'Cause justice and luck come in proper proportions
Me and my partner in crime run a ring of outlaws
But I’m the rugged gunslinger nobody outdraws
I’ll smoke you faster than a stogie in a showdown
Haven’t you heard that I’m wanted?
Well you know now
Quickdraw for hire?
I’m your huckleberry
Caution — if you spot a tumbleweed on the prairie
Run for cover from the crackshot, McCree’s a deadeye
Way I handle this six shot — easy as pie
You call us hotheads?
I’d say we’re dead shots
No, you won’t get far when you’re held up by Deadlock
Everybody needs a family — mine is ride or die
Even when we leave ya dead, the lawdog don’t bat an eye
[Verse 2: Ashe &
McCree
Step into my town?
You better turn around
The reason why they call me Ashe — I can burn ya down
Line up my shot, feel the noose tighten
When the job’s done, I’ll ride off in the horizon
I got the finest steed, you’ll find none alike
I’ve even seen McCree with his eye on my bike
But the gang knows I take the reigns, keep my cretins in line
No complainin' when I take the biggest piece of the pie
Raised to be a lady, but I hated the garments
'Stead of learning manners, I was training with targets
Even as a kid I kept my wits and my fists up
B.O.B.
at my back, making sure I never get caught
Ready for liftoff,
land all my trickshots
You don’t wanna make this femme fatale pissed off
If you come too close, you’ll fly
Then I’ll turn twelve bullets into twelve bullseyes
Nobody’s gonna lock me up and then collect a bounty
Read the belt, fella — That’ll tell you all about me
I’m wild and calamitous — like a buckin' bronco
Not that I’m into fashion, but I’m bringin' back the poncho
When I’m up against the odds, I just cock my hammer back
Take a roll, in a flash, stop you in your tracks
Six rounds loaded — I ain’t gonna miss a shot
I’m not talkin' whiskey — but that would hit the spot
Sometimes I think I should be leading the pack
I mean we get a small commission, while she keeps all the cash
It doesn’t always have to be that way Ashe
I know we’re not a couple but you could at least give me half
See I’ve come up from nothing, what’s your issue?
Grew up rich?
At least we both hate Overwatch — and I’m no snitch
I never told her this, but she’s sure not my type
Honestly my favorite thing about her is the bike
McCree, I’m feelin' like you’re questioning my leadership
Well if that’s the case, buster you can seal your lips
‘Cause it’s my way, or my way, no highway
You want to draw on me Jesse?
You can take the die way
When it comes to that temper, I can light the fuse
I’m not tryna throw down, unless you’d like to lose
Skin your smoke wagon, you already know what happens
Skip the talkin' Ashe, let’s get to the muzzle-flashin'
Ha ha ha, I’m just playin' guys.
C’mon, next round’s on me!
You call us hotheads?
I’d say we’re dead shots
No, you won’t get far when you’re held up by Deadlock
Everybody needs a family — mine is ride or die
Even when we leave ya dead, the lawdog don’t bat an eye