Verbal Gunfight Jurassic 5

[Intro]
(Meanwhile)
Yeah-yeah
We're not in a regular kind of business
Yo, now what you hear is not a test
This is a verbal gunfight, like the wild, wild West
And if you got beef, get it off your chest, my son
Because the two is gonna show you how the West was won

[Verse 1]
We rolled up to the spot about a half past noon
Jumped from the horse, slid into the saloon
Walkin' in the spot, I heard the music man stop
Danced up to the bar, a double snapple on the rocks
Now Mr. Bartender told me strangers get flack (Really, black?)
But they'll be fuckin' with the black billy jack
Feel the MAC, pull the trigger they never even got the chance, bruh
We move the crowd like we was Hoss on Bonanza
And my drink he never passed it, he got real sarcastic, fat bastard
"You them niggas from the crew called Jurassic?"
Talkin' mad shit as his face showed a frown
You niggas better leave before the sun go down

[Chorus]
'Cause uh, we be the king of the verbal gunslingers
You better bring a casket, a preacher, and a singer, nigga
We be the king of the ones that brought static
I use my rhymes like a Glock automatic