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Necro - Thugcore Cowboy - текст песни, видео

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Necro - Thugcore Cowboy - текст песни, видео

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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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