Young Bleed lyrics : "Da Last Outlaw"
"Hahahaha, with your hands high!
Hahhaha huh I better reason with him"
Why don't you ride to the rhythm of a ^!$$% don't give a $#&@ about ya'
Won't even talk about ya', ho
You ain't know? I'm just a hustler, in spite of myself
Ridin' all by myself, without no one else
On my Doc Holidays, boy I piss upon your grave
And wipe the smile away
^!$$%, don't even try
Fistful of dollars, we gon' ride
Ya hear me, ^!$$%?
See I ain't got that many friends, white tombstone
[?] Me and Rudy go to war with - anybody
From the ^!$$%s, to the killas
They callin' me a bad man ridin' 'cross the desert plains
And Mama still can't explain without the 'caine
It's raw, boy
Cowboys hear the "Yippie-yi-yay!"
Murder dancin' where the Indians play
Watch what you say
Durin' the spiritual ritual huntified ceremony
Clickin' swines[?] that'll get you on a Shetland pony
Memoirs of a madman - Killer Carl Cox and Bill Watts
'Couldn't rassle nappy ^!$$%s with a lasso
Heated like Tabasco, it's on
^!$$% quick on the draw
And he get to bustin' on them (*##$es like the Last Outlaw
Uh, ^!$$% what!
Cowboy I'm gonna [?] you are a testly li'l cuss[whistling]"
^!$$%s and (*##$es call me Nino Corleone, I got a license to kill
But ain't no playa hatin' in me, I got love for the real
So if you see me with my [guv?], just move and step aside
Hit me up and let a ^!$$% just ride
Got your mouth wide, buckin' for nothin'
Now if you're 'bout it, be 'bout it 'bout it, and without no discussion
Now if you're talkin', keep talkin', and get a dick in yo' mouth
Don't hide now, torchin' up the whole house
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Picture me coolin' on the 6th day of June
Down in Cancun, Mexico
But if you stress me, ho, I guess I gotta let it go
And ain't no shootin' up at the moon
I'm tryin' to knock yo' $$# up out the saloon
In a raccoon hat like Davy Crockett
$#&@in' wit' that opium, getting high as a rocket
And, um, rocket gonna blast, for playin' with the trigger
^!$$%, rocket put a cap in a ^!$$%(boo-ya! )
Full a' that weed
Watchin' mother$#&@ers bleed
But not takin' heed
Steady proceeding with their devilish deeds
Fatal with flaw, mad at the world with no regards for the Law
Finna' get to bustin' on them (*##$es like the last outlaw
Huh, ^!$$%, what!
"I coulda killed ya Dick, I coulda killed ya.
But I don't wanna kill ya, I wanna eat"
I fought the Law, and the Law won
You see, I shot the sheriff but forgot his son
Totin' on a shotgun with pistol full of hot ones
"Ay yo, sheriff, he still wit' you?" I popped him and dropped him
And took his potna's crown
It's a brand new sheriff in town
And I don't think you wanna $#&@ around
Double jeopardy for the deputy dog
$#&@in' wit' a hog
Say y'all, y'all mother$#&@ers tried to ball
The rise and fall
For y'all, ^!$$%, I'll be a huckleberry
Spittin' fire from the blood that me and Lucky Knuckles carry
Legendary, hereditary for ^!$$%s that know
I'm out the window with a stagecoach, fresh out the poke
My homie Loc gave me an order that the blind could see
Told me to blow him away, or make him ride with me
Put on your boots, cowboy, and pass the pound
I got the moonshine water makin' wine(^!$$%)
One of a kind, genuine
Know when to hold 'em and fold 'em
Y'all ^!$$%s gotta give me mine before I roll 'em, though
Playin' is raw
Quick on the draw
Hollerin' 'bout "$#&@ what you saw!"
Chewin' on straw
Steady bustin' like the Last Outlaw!
Huh, ^!$$% what!
"You gotta test yourself every day, gentlemen.
One you stop testing yourself, you get slow.
And when that happens, they kill you."
[Gunshots and screams]