WANTED! (feat. Kickafly)

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I'm your huckleberry, get you buried in a cemetery
Be very aware I might be stalking you out in the prairie
We ain't buddy buddy, we the contrary, chest hairy
Knocked him on the head and we took everything that we could carry
Guns out, sundown, hear that, bell sound
Slack jawed, they say he a quick shot from outta town
We gon' run it now, told a bitch to start the countdown
1 shot never stood a chance as long as I'm around
Lookin' for a life on the new frontier
Yuh, shoot for the moon, I'm the new top tier
Make a bitch out of so-called law and order
Just like your wife, passed around, she a whore-der
Pistol whippin', got the fastest hands equipping, I'm committing
Murders and I'm hoppin' borders, under fences got me digging
Running up, the walls I'm chipping, beer I'm sippin', ain't no tripping
You don't wanna f*ck around and find out, hear the trigger clickin'
I got a poker face, you got a joker face
Couldn't beat a one-legged horse in a foot race
I'm God's gift, that's why I'm good at gamblin'
You ain't on the track, bitch, cue up the mandolin
Mezcló tus órganos en pico de gallo
Bebiendo tequila como Cinco de Mayo
Tu no quieres convertirte en mi enemigo
Pero si decides, eso ya seria tu castigo
Might suit up, shoot up a saloon now
More than one reason why they call this a boom town
Dynamite, light a cigar, make a fire fight
Wearing this badge doesn't give you a damn right
Light TNT with the lighter for the weed
Now you gonna do something or just stand there and bleed?
Blood hot red, yeah I couldn't be meaner
Like a pinto, you can call me a- Mexican
Weather got me feelin' like I'll shoot a feller for whatever
Rich as Rockefeller and I'm quicker than a runnin' river
Walked a lil hard and now his bloods all on my bib and tucker
Talked a lil tough, I had enough and so I killed the fucker
Boots with the spurs, and a horse drawn hearse
Now he got what he deserved, and I'm shovelin' the dirt
cashin' in the bounty cause I got to him first
Ain't the fastest in the west, I'm the best in the world
I'm an outlaw, skilled with the quickdraw
Pull the hammer back now you cryin' for your mama
Take a step back 'fore i hit you with the sawed off
Ya best get movin' fore i drown you in the horse trough (real talk)
I've had it little man, now I'm sick of all the talk
On the count of 10 we gon' pull it back and let it off
There ain't enough room in this town for us all
So you best be ready only one can stand tall
Boy ya better shut up, dirty little cow punk
You'll be lucky I don't leave layin' like a blind drunk
Dead man walkin', and he won't last long
Now my trigger fingers itchin' so hurry up and call
2 backshots on yo' girl, double barrel
6 shot blast and yo' ho gettin feral
Callate maldito, no hablo amigo
You ain't got no padre, hay jode tu madre
*footsteps*

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