Thugcore Cowboy Lyrics - Die! - Necro

[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]