Thugcore Cowboy - Necro

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

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

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

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