Thugcore Cowboy Necro

[Intro - Scott Walker]
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 tattle-tale
Rattlesnake 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 sum 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 cleans 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
Yeah! 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