Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thugcore Cowboy, artist - Necro. Album song Sadist Hitz, Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.03.2020
Record label: Psycho+Logical
Song language: English
Thugcore Cowboy |
| My deluxe bullets lift you fucks up like a pull-up |
| Carve you with a Phillip schmuck |
| Gemstar your grill up |
| I’m not a law-abiding citizen |
| I’m a rider I get it in |
| I’ll get acquitted fast after I smash your fitted in |
| I almost got trapped in jail cause you’re a turncoat tattle-tale |
| Battle snake rat, your legal battle failed |
| I’ve broken all the rules, old-school gangster |
| Provoke me and I’ll smoke you with the tools, choke you with your jewels |
| Like a molar rips through, my whole crew flips you |
| Money, you try to son me, and I’ll solar eclipse you |
| Fuck you up like a polar shift, steal your skins |
| Hardcore pimp, hat with the brim, Fillmore Slim |
| You’re too stupid to work a gun son, it exploded |
| Cause you’re the type to clean a gun out while it’s loaded |
| I capitalize slapping you guys, you could be the best rapper |
| I’m the best clapper alive |
| My life depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the land where the rope |
| and the Colt are king |
| Thugcore cowboy, somebody gets beat |
| Somebody fucked up boy |
| I’ll catch you for duffing the street, yeah I’ll do that |
| Beef handling myself, true that |
| My life depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the land where the rope |
| and the Colt are king |
| You’ll never be victorious, you’ll forever lose |
| You’re the sorriest excuse of a warrior the hood’s ever produced |
| I’m vain glorious, I remain the goriest |
| Pop a tourist with a Taurus, the slug tore through the chest |
| Ghetto like a dollar cab, catch you solitaire |
| Grab you by your collar, holler scared wallow down the stairs |
| Trying to vic me shorty? |
| You think you slick? |
| I’m WD-40 |
| Slicker than the oil of a Saudi |
| You’re still breastfed in your nest, your father molests you |
| Test-tube baby, you look like your mother dressed you |
| Backslap you, bitch-smack you, cop pleas, screaming, «Stop please!» |
| Baseball bat pop knees |
| I’m the shiznit while you got bad kismet |
| You do bad business, your future’s cataclysmic |
| Shoot you with the gat quick, orbit my fat prick |
| Like the satellite Sputnik’ll suck a dick |