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Thugcore Cowboy

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Thugcore Cowboy

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[Intro:]

My life depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the land where the rope and the Colt are king*

[Verse 1:]

My deluxe bullets lift you fucks up like a pull-up

Carve you with a Phillip schmuck, Gemstar your grill up

Im not a law-abiding citizen, Im a rider I get it in

Ill get acquitted fast after I smash your fitted in

I almost got trapped in jail cause youre a turncoat tattletale

Battle snake rat, your legal battle failed

Ive broken all the rules, old-school gangster

Provoke me and Ill 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 Ill solar eclipse you

Fuck you up like a polar shift, steal your skins

Hardcore pimp, hat with the brim, Fillmore Slim

Youre too stupid to work a gun son, it exploded

Cause youre the type to clean a gun out while its loaded

I capitalize slapping you guys, you could be the best rapper

Im the best clapper alive

[Chorus:]

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 Ill 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

[Verse 2:]

Youll never be victorious, youll forever lose

Youre the sorriest excuse of a warrior the hoods ever produced

Im 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? Im WD-40

Slicker than the oil of a Saudi

Youre 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

Im the shiznit while you got bad kismet

You do bad business, your futures cataclysmic

Shoot you with the gat quick, orbit my fat prick

Like the satellite Sputnikll suck a dick

[Chorus]

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