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  • Текст песни Necro - 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
    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 tattletale
    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

    [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 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

    [Verse 2]

    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

    [Chorus]

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