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The Circle of Tyrants - The Four Horsemen lyrics
[Verse 1: Ill Bill] Yo, yo, yo I been an outlaw and a gambler long as I can remember Drink whiskey from a bottle and always carry a banger Poker-faced 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 these haters are threatened by the strength of my weapon The speed of my bullets, you want to taste the heater I’ll pull it I’m a goon with the golden six-shooter and a mullet Four dead, jump up on top the bar then shout If anybody else want drama then pop it off now How many times this situation happened I can’t remember So I turned twenty-one and got drunk with the bartender Gunslingers think they’re Clint Eastwood, I’m like Jesse James Ride up on a pony, dump six in their face Twisting their frames like tumbleweeds, blister their brains Then bounce to the whorehouse for more whiskey and things [Verse 2: Goretex] Like Navajos and Mayans, wrap the skin of tigers for battle Feeding the cows like Josey Wales, I 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 Torch the mayor, jacked on his wife, and let his cabbage burn Numerous moonshine runs in Kentucky Keep the powder up and a ten gallon in case I get lucky Old medicine man on his porch stare at commons Four horsemen, he riding through your prairie like shamans Close to the dream, shot up the voting machine, it’s progress Kidnap the senator’s daughter, penetrate her with objects Whiskey bottles and twist-offs, killers, 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 It’s a glory rhyme, this battle hymn sung in a compass. [Chorus: Necro] The horsemen are drawing nearer, on our leather steeds we ride We’ve come to take your life All through the dead of night, with the four horsemen, ride Or choose your fate and die [Verse 3: Necro] There’s no law, spitting phlegm on the floor In clappin’, I’ll test you, skin that smoke wagon See what happened I’m tired of your gas, jerk that pistol and go to work Throw down boy, I’ll bitchslap 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 who’s the nicest and fastest ever I’m the deadliest pistoleer There’s no future for dumbfucks after my gun bucks Smooth when I’m maneuvering my six-shooter like nun chucks Shooting clowns in their faces, then drinks are 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 squads out, don’t you ever try To manhandle the cavel, we’ll cut your fucking pimp’s heart out [Verse 4: Mr. Hyde] O.K. Coral style, shootouts at sundown I’m taking ten paces, splatter faces with the rounds Quickdraw like Will Carver with the forty-four revolver Got a fist full of dollars once I started robbing Harvard The tombstone terrorist bucking down my nemesis Creeping in the crevices, a wanted man ever since Sixteen, blamed for the murder of a deputy Robbed thirty banks and they’re never close to catching me Draw and fire first, your destiny’s 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, horsemen, the fugitive outlaw With double-barreled action, son I’ll shoot at you southpaw Young guns with toast out, always the most foul Riding through your streets, turn your hood to a ghost town [Chorus] |
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