[Intro]
Well, after all you've done, five-thousand in gold?
Sound like a fair bounty?
It never was about the money
[Verse 1: Skullkruncher13]
Let me ask one question, where the cash at? (Huh?)
I'm rollin' with the bad cats, in the blackhats (Ha)
I'm basically a beast of burden, baggin' fat stacks
Empty out your bank account and then we'll wrap fast (Go)
I never had any problem resolved with words
Rather whip out a revolver first
Tell every woman to drop her purse
She's not gonna need it for knockin' spurs (Oh)
God, for what it's worth, I never gone to church
I never got to learn right and wrong
I'm a lot of work for the
Lawman, why would I run and hide?
I'm the best lookin' crook on any wanted sign
Not gonna haul me off and lock me up alive
'Cause we roll deep, and we're ride or die
Yup, ride or die, you can ride on by
Or the railroads where you're gonna lie, hogtied
And I got the quickest draw to keep you all in line
No rush for gold 'cause I got my pockets lined
I'm never settling down, 'cause I'm a travelling man
That's why I know these roads like the back of my hand
We keep chuggin', gotta stay on track
We've hoarded enough scores we could break our backs
Better tell the undertaker to get the shop open
I rode into town with both my guns smokin'
My barrels so hot the sand would feel colder
I got cobwebs on my revolver's holster
Well, after all you've done, five-thousand in gold?
Sound like a fair bounty?
It never was about the money
[Verse 1: Skullkruncher13]
Let me ask one question, where the cash at? (Huh?)
I'm rollin' with the bad cats, in the blackhats (Ha)
I'm basically a beast of burden, baggin' fat stacks
Empty out your bank account and then we'll wrap fast (Go)
I never had any problem resolved with words
Rather whip out a revolver first
Tell every woman to drop her purse
She's not gonna need it for knockin' spurs (Oh)
God, for what it's worth, I never gone to church
I never got to learn right and wrong
I'm a lot of work for the
Lawman, why would I run and hide?
I'm the best lookin' crook on any wanted sign
Not gonna haul me off and lock me up alive
'Cause we roll deep, and we're ride or die
Yup, ride or die, you can ride on by
Or the railroads where you're gonna lie, hogtied
And I got the quickest draw to keep you all in line
No rush for gold 'cause I got my pockets lined
I'm never settling down, 'cause I'm a travelling man
That's why I know these roads like the back of my hand
We keep chuggin', gotta stay on track
We've hoarded enough scores we could break our backs
Better tell the undertaker to get the shop open
I rode into town with both my guns smokin'
My barrels so hot the sand would feel colder
I got cobwebs on my revolver's holster
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