Dem Outlaws Pt. 2 ft. H.K. Temp3r Lyrics

Slick sick six rounds right to the dome

Shouldn't have stepped to us, now you're not going home

Family trying, they all are dying

When the smoke clears, now no one's crying

Pull up on a horse, only here for one night

Need to get some women, get some dress and start a fight

But when the popo pull up, I'm out of sight

Get up on that horse, then travel through the night

In the next town, money looking low

Got that dynamite, so this bank about to blow

Dynamite get lit, and the bank go oh

Them boys getting rich, but it's time to go

Coming through with the posse on the horses we playing

Got the pistols on side, then we let them things hang

Outlaw, that's what we're called

I'm the real dirty dan ask spongebob

Coming through with the posse on the horses we playing

Got the pistols on side, then we let them things hang

Outlaw, that's what we're called

Out, outlaw, that's what we're called

Coming through banging the head when we slinging them thangs

I'm just here for the payment, the fragrance, the smell of propane

Don't play with the gang, this get dangerous, get mangled and chained

Shoot these places, we're facing a shoot, then we changing our pace

But really, they some outlaws

And knowing that they gon' fall

Shot a bow timer for a rope tire to propose

Just know when I show up with the folks, they will go try to throw fire

With the ammo that I took and I blow by them

Wait, I'ma just strip the saloon

Get hit with a fist and slip in with a fifth of whiskey

That I flicked in the room, oh, this shit do

I'ma sling them up quick with a shift and a flip

It would get them in a fit if you move as a six shooter

I'm a quick looter, dividends and a pick, we're the loon

What's left with no other options? I got some tonics and a name that bothers

Anyone who saw him last breath, he trying

Tells how I'm on the top and I'm off the rockers

Don't call the doctor, but we got to drop the bodies off

In the charlie top, we oughta call anybody talking

I'ma chop them up, I guarantee you won't need a coffin

Oh, well, you don't get it, someone should've told you I'm an outlaw

Come in and kill them and then do drugs

Know it's the villain, I really loving the venom

Ain't anybody pretending, but get them up when I send them again

I'm stomping and kicking and it's a hound dog

Mal T gonna get the rounds off, do you really wanna be the clown

Nah, anything that I ever wanted, I just take it

You don't get to ask the question

Riding with the horses, with the Smith & Wesson

And we set the pressure, better lay it down

Any chance you kept coming, hand it over, don't get too reckless

Where we press the metal, send you breathless

Say hello to the reverend

Slick sick six rounds right to the dome

Shouldn't have stepped to us, now you're not going home

There's a stick of dynamite that I chugged on the road

Now your posse steady screaming

Cause the rounds coming close

Coming through with the posse

On the horses we bang

Got the pissers on side

And we let them things hang

Outlaw, that's what we're called

I'm the real dirty dan ask fudge ball

Bring the crew in, y'all I.B

And we robbing the bank

Got bandanas with a knife

And some guns that we sling

Outlaw, that's what we're called

If you're pinhead, Larry, take this quickdraw