Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: FrostНазвание : BamseeyaДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : black metal progressive rock electronic trip-hop electronica Видео:
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Cuz it`s like this Twin 45`s on my side A big killer, filled with Mexican Pride I`m wanted, dead or alive I`m down for the battle on the back of a horse with no saddle So guard your banks, and your stagecoaches The next time motherfuckin Kid Frost approaches Cuz "Ima take you out" is my motto I`m eating out the worm in the tequila bottle I got my boots on the table Once again it`s on at the Tombstone Saloon They say the deck had five aces So I strapped on my quettes and took ten paces I turned around, *bang bang* was the sound Now there`s a dead man laying on the ground A notch in my belt cuz it`s like that And then I took a piss in a dead man`s hat [Chorus] Bam, see ya Wouldn`t wanna be ya Blasting on fools like Pancho Villa Bam, see ya Wouldn`t wanna be ya Blasting on fools like Pancho Villa Kid Frost held up the 3 o`clock train Smoked four fools, and now they sound the same Fuck Doc Holiday and Jesse James I got my gun in my holster, my face on some posters It`s a three day ride to the border Outsmart the marshall, fuck law and order I got by the seat of my pants I stop to see my bitch at the Mustang Ranch How many men can I gun down? Back on the trail before sundown Because the sheriff`s got a posse Thinking they can stop me Apache territory`s where they lost me I knew they could never see me Hangin from the branch of a big oak tree It`s me and my gang if you think you can tame us Fuck that shit boy, I`ll make you famous [Chorus x2] Riding threw a trail of brush and trees I`d rather die on my feet, than live on my knees They sent in the cavalry The US Army, tried to disarm me A fifty man posse, a three man gang The odds ain`t good, but it ain`t no thang See, somebody`s always trying to hurt me But I come blasting through the door with my fucking 30-30 I fire off one more round And leave Dodge City looking like a ghost town Cuz I done battled the Apache, fuck the Comanche Stomped on the cavalry as if I was a stampede I fuck up Buffalo Bill, and Billy The Kid when it starts to get in So if you wanna bet, then I`m your number one bet And this is what I`m saying as I`m riding through the sunset [Chorus x3] | Похожие исполнители:
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