Necro - Thugcore Cowboy lyrics

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Necro - Thugcore Cowboy lyrics

[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 f**s 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 j**els Like a molar rips through, my whole crew flips you Money you try to son me and Ill solar eclipse you f** 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 f**ed 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, b**h-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 s** a dick [Chorus]