Gore Elohim - The Four Horsmen lyrics

[Verse 1: Ill Bill] I've been an outlaw and a gambler Long as I can remember Drink whiskey from a bottle and always carry a banger Poker face, womanizer, bank robber, and legend My name ring bells across the frontier when I'm mentioned When I step foot in the saloon, I get a lot of attention I reckon there's haters; you're threatened by the strength of our weapon The speed of our bullets you wanna taste the heater, I pull it I'm a goon with a golden six shooter and a mullet Four dead, jump up on top the bar then shout If anybody else want drama better, pop it off now How many times this situation happened I can't remember So I turned 21 and got drunk with the bartender Gun slingers think they Clint Eastwood I'm like Jesse James, ride up on a pony dump six in they face Twistin' they frames like tumble weeds Blister they brains then bounce to the who*e house for more whiskey and things [Verse 2: Goretex] The Navajos and Mayans wrap their skin in tigers for battle Feeding the cows; like Josey Wales, I'll hold it down with two barrels Back to the tarots, prostitution rackets in Paris Sippin' cactus, dippin' on stallions, my corduroys are blood splattered Decapitated, my spurs carve like taxiderm' Torched the mayor, jacked on his wife, and let his carriage burn Numerous moonshine runs in Kentucky Keep the powder up in the ten gallon in case I get lucky Old medicine man on his porch staring at commons Four horseman, we riding through your prairie like shamans Close to the dream, shot up the voting machine, it's progress Kidnapped the senator's daughter, penetrated with objects Whiskey bottles and twist offs, k**ers no conscience It's either dead or in jail, it's high noon for the convicts The bloody sickle strapped to my chaps is conquest Its a gory rhyme, this battle hymn [?] [Hook: Necro] Four horseman are drawing nearer On a leather steed we ride We've come to take your life All through the dead of night With the four horseman ride Or choose your fate and die [Verse 3: Necro] There's no law spittin' phlegm on the floor and clappin' I'll test you; skin that smoke wagon, see what happens I'm tired of your gas jerked that pistol and go to work Throw down boy I'll b**h slap you till your lip blood squirts My aiming is more than precise when I slay men We both got gats, let's play for blood, just say WHEN Let's settle this, so we're crystal clear On whose the nicest and fastest ever; I'm the deadliest pistolier There's no future for dumb f**s after my gun bucks Smooth when I'm maneuvering my six shooter like nunchucks Shooting clowns in they faces, then drinks on me Piano man Stephen Foster, Camptown Races I'm down to dump anywhere, I'm far from a punk I got two guns; one for each one of you when I'm drunk Watch out when the squad's out Don't you ever try to man handle the caval' We'll cut your f**ing pimps heart out [Verse 4: Mr Hyde] O.K. Corral style shootouts at sundown I'm taking ten paces, splatter faces with a round Quick draw like Will Carver with the .44 revolver Got a fist full of dollars once I started robbin' [?] The tomb stone terrorist buckin' down my nemesis Creeping in the crevices, wanted man ever since Sixteen, wanted for the murder of a deputy Robbed 30 banks and they're never close to catching me Drawing fire first your destinies inside the dirt Cause my trigger finger's faster than the hands of Wyatt Earp I'll stumble in a bar, guns and bourbon in my clutches Five card stud, catching straights and raw flushes Wild bunch horseman the fugitive outlaw With double barrel action son, I'll shoot at you southpaw Young guns with total style, always the most vile Riding through your streets, turn your hood to a ghost town [Hook: Necro]