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PRIME
When neh arrive on the scene they all go Bonanza,
It's the men from Ponderosa with a golden chance ta //
Remove a weapon from its holster then hold the answer,
Caughtwrites are the boss here, not Tony Danza //
Lost in the tundra shoot you faster then a hand draw,
Call ya pastor, we got ourselves in a stand off //
Caught in a sand squall, lose limbs with a hand saw,
witnessing acts ya wish no woman or man saw //
There are two kinds of men that do the shooting and the digging,
the sober and the drinking, take the caddy or the Lincoln //
Got the name of the grave where the money be sitting,
things wouldn't be so shabby had he been thinking //
With an attitude he got this natural gratitude given,
were compadres at first but now he glad that he isn't //
Use every strategy in the book when tragedy risen,
if ya necks on the line then you'll gradually listen //
IRON WIND
I watch the scene turn ugly once I bring that desert heat,
Primal Winds attacking tracks shoot in up these dirty beats //
hanging out at the saloon dipping on some whiskey cheap,
before dueling with these cats out in the middle of the street //
Here in the west, better think twice before you speak,
or find yourself face down floating in willow creek //
now confess your deepest sins and pray to the lord,
before facing all your demons with a heavenly sword //
ride out into the night and prepare for the rain,
gun loaded in my hand poppin off with a bang //
slick with the revolver I got them moves like Erron Black,
always ahead of the game because I hold the one eyed jack //
with my dusty hat, and my muddy chaps,
I spit them ugly raps, that cut like rusty tacks //
outlaws fear the wrath when they hear the whistle blast,
the phantom train speeding to Hell on this fire track //
ROYCEBIRTH
As good as it gets, as good as the best,
I’m better than good, it’s no good to even attempt //
before it’s gets bad, i break bad, back in the lab back in a bad habit, break backs savagely past //
The point of ugly, a man with no name feel the gun heat…
leave your face where the concrete meets
it’s Dundee //
Can’t be undone, one on one, it’s ugly
shitted on, bye bye now clean your undies //
For a fistful of dollars no fisticuffs, hang em high like
hang time once I kick up dust //
Mexican standoff? nah, i never hesitate
rock the poncho, left the metal plate //
Just the metal face mad man, I’m that man
unforgiven off of that blam blam, like damn fam //
Good when i’m bad but better when it gets ugly,
illfiied sound off, nobody can fuck with me //
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