Hugo Lieber - Django lyrics

[Verse 1: Antonym] Stranded and Abandoned in the desert no horizon Taking selfies in the sand no Instagram cuz no verizon network Come and find my networth, then call up Mr. Wentworth k**ing this western a** beat it gives me extra dick girth I tell my boys get the coffins ready out the car I'm up to par, with people twice my age rap wise I'm goin far Pop the cigars, watch some Eastwood made a beat grab the guitars Bars and bars, k** em all like there are two Anton Bouffards Tilt my cowboy hat down Leave you with your gun entry to hell no pat down Still gotta earn your way so don't back down My last round, ain't nobody hearing that sound Bang, echo through the canyon Scared I'll rob you on this deal bring a friend rob you and your companion Whatever a stranger strangles, ropes you can't untangle Cuz you're straped and tied onto the tracks I make the mother f**ing train go (Chorus: Antonym) I make the train go I make the train go I make the train go They call me Django They call me Django They call me Django I make the train go I make that train go I make that train go They call me Django They call me Django Don't pronounce the D that's me I make the motherf**in' train go (2nd Verse: Antonym) Im about to go, Stephen Curry on the Knicks In here since seven thirty I think heaven heard me When I said reverend worrdy bless me nobody but the one who's next The one whos the best, spit fast til I'm outta saliva whos tests The teacher the preacher These other rappers the reason I'm putting this rap in religious context Now slow down wow, nah nah keep going freethrowing one point at a time On point when I rhyme ointment once the coin flips in the air jump up and steal your dime I dont feel your kind, different species And if you don't feel my rap you can eat dog crap followed by a 5 course meal of human feces (3rd Verse: Hugo Lieber) Leave you all alone in the desert Now there's only dust that forms the shape of my gun on the dresser It's now on my waist helping me to impress her I walk into the room like hey lil' troublemaker Rip you off on the deal like a bandaid Break into your mansion and steal your housemaid I call my rap an art, that's short for artillery I count two guns feel the wrath of my weaponry [Hook]