Outlaw Songtext
von JamWayne

Gone, but I′ll be back
Out on the road, gotta get my bread up
See the broke me, I squeeze at
Bury that beast in the deep

By the oak tree six feet deep, he collapsed
Came from the dirt and I did that work
Trial I stand, and my brothers know
Move in silence, stick to the code

One hand on the Bible, one on the Colt
.45 in the waistline under my coat
Pop off, I'm an outlaw, Wild West show
No name on the tombstone, just he gone

Unknown like a diamond hid in the dirt
Dig deep and you find me introvert
Stay to myself, stick to my gun
Shoot my shot, and pray that it′ll work


Hair trigger flicka on Bic
Piece with the wood on the grip, yeah-yeah
Hair trigger flicka on Bic
Piece with the wood on the grip, yeah-yeah

Hair trigger flicka on Bic
Piece with the wood on the grip, yeah-yeah
Hair trigger flicka on Bic
Piece with the wood on the grip, yeah-yeah

On like a chin strap
Headhunter when I freak these beats
Bama Beast in all caps
Keep from me if you see these teeth

Didn't freeze up, so I bring this heat
Throttle max gon' let her eat
Mud on my boots, blood on my shirt
Got love in my heart but the 9 gon′ squirt, ten toes in the dirt

Ain′t none sicker than this, pickin' it off sniper
Wickin′ these words, cut your limbs off cypress
Fell the whole tree to the Earth
Stump grinder ate the whole thing up, when the rain come, we still gon' to dance
Check my stance, I ain′t goin' nowhere, shootin′ these craps and takin' my chance


Hair trigger flicka on Bic
Piece with the wood on the grip, yeah-yeah
Hair trigger flicka on Bic
Piece with the wood on the grip, yeah-yeah

Hair trigger flicka on Bic
Piece with the wood on the grip, yeah-yeah
Hair trigger flicka on Bic
Piece with the wood on the grip, yeah-yeah

Been wrong like dead wrong
Got breath in my lungs, so I still here now
Steel on the nightstand, break in my house
Get one to the head, I'm peelin′ the cap

Lay still on the ground with your roof laid back
Got more clips and extendo mags
Ride for the homies, been on that
Shoot first, get shot at, gotta shoot back

40 pack for the ProMag
Knock your ass back up off your feet
Beat to the drum like engine chief
Yeah, stretch out the subcompact

Show you this real, no make believe
Better take your leave like retiree
Spit these flames comin′ up from the deep
Down with the dirty rap crime spree, outlaw country

Hair trigger flicka on Bic
Piece with the wood on the grip, yeah-yeah
Hair trigger flicka on Bic
Piece with the wood on the grip, yeah-yeah

Hair trigger flicka on Bic
Piece with the wood on the grip, yeah-yeah
Hair trigger flicka on Bic
Piece with the wood on the grip, yeah-yeah