Ashe and 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 BOB (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 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 wit's and my fists up BOB 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