Gunfight
The Mighty Underdogs, MF Doom
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I step out the saloon About a quarter to noon Might as well have been a quarter to DOOM Strapped with my six-shooter Next to my six pack My sawed-off, slung over my right shoulder Hung on my back Heavy artillery weigh down my belt strap Ain’t gon' be no killing me Without the clack clacking crack Of the hammer slamming down into action On the chest of any courageous brave soul Who wanna come test The West Select the weapon you want But don’t mess with the best We promise we can lay ‘em to rest Make sure they sleepin’ in a closed casket With skills that’s, obviously The most murderous I paint the bullseye, just show me the target There’s a vest that can stop this Ain’t been invented yet If I got ya in my sights, it’s a fair bet The back of your shirt’s prob'ly wet And it ain’t just sweat! (It’s a gunfight) Ya life on the line with your rep (It’s a gunfight) High noon, fight to the death (It’s a gunfight) Don’t bring no knives, no fists (It’s a gunfight) Squatting, proper aim Laying on the strong beer Matching pair o' nickel six poppers Thrown in our gear see a pure Iroquois To feed black bellies seeds in need 44’s before the black talons, black stallions Back o' wagon’s rations holding For the cash in What’s the haps, bust the caps It’s a rap attack Factor that it could be a trap crack Catch him at the river bed, nakedly wretched Blood’ll flow downstream as they shiver Better check it i’ll be up ahead aways Hold your fire, stay out the light Stagecoach wide open, something ain’t right Shot in the back, felt two hot leds enter me Enter 12 shells, horse fell Sent Hell, six enemies Surrounded by militia They ‘bout to unmask me Lastly blew her a kiss and Made plan B gasted blasphemy (It’s a gunfight) Ya life on the line with your rep (It’s a gunfight) High noon, fight to the death (It’s a gunfight) Don’t bring no knives, no fists (It’s a gunfight) Dipped out the saloon about a quarter to five Jittery but the whiskey put The jitters behind me I've been sipping since 12: 50 Now tipsy and blindly I come into the city square You see Ol' Black Jack Oh, oh, you got me you got me (It’s a gunfight) Ya life on the line with your rep (It’s a gunfight) High noon, fight to the death (It’s a gunfight) Don’t bring no knives, no fists (It’s a gunfight)
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Written by: Lateef Kenneth Daumont, Timothy Jerome Parker, Ethan Lull Parsonage, Daniel Dumile Thompson
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