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All garbage is bad, I don’t have a sliding scale
Live smart, dress sharp, leave your bitch out on bail
These beats here are more rare than clean air
I’d be scared if your beef was actually pre-pared
I saw an action figure on the ground, I took it
You figured you’d see action if the Garden wasn’t looking
Foolish, Fin Fang Foom shit
Your think tank clueless, big bang boom stick
Settle the smoke, I’m Doc Holiday with one lung
Breahe on tracks until I lay in the sun
Get ‘em, gonna get ‘em, gonna get ‘em, gonna hit the road
Get ‘em by the fireplace, my briefcase closed
Ha, saddle bag bitches better fix me lemonade
Before I throw an arrow at your face on December 8th
High noon can’t come any sooner
You don’t wanna live the life of a shooter, do ya?

Hook 2x
We rain all year round from June to June
While rappers bite immediately if not soon
Set the lynching, oh yeah we set the lynching
What up GZA

I seen a man still fail off his best shot
Cleaned his kitchen table with a wet sock
Sold a couple things to keep the bread hot
Then death squeezed harder on the headlock, he’s dust now
I don’t trust the smile on a waitress
Nor a dancer, who question themselves, you’re not the answer
Don’t fall for the damsel in the distress mess
They’ll starch all your shirts and I ain’t talkin bout best dressed
It’s one thing to be quick, one thing to be dead
Pick one, you’re a retard, a retread
I got that shit that makes Anton Chigurh shiver
Words linger, and kick dirt like a twister
And hit your liver like liqu-or, don’t whisper
Be seated with the breezy in your ride and be easy
Everything said stays between you and I
High noon’s almost here, baby do or die

Hook 2x

I got my Everclear sitting in a dirty fridge
It don’t concern me where you shit or where you live
And what on earth prompted to touch the kid
I’m a grown ass man with fucking hands that can dig
Any hole, any size, any soul, any prize
He’s eating devil’s pie, he sold me a lie
Don’t trust, don’t lust
The things inside my head’ll make the mayor go nuts
There’s no badge, but it’s legal this time
Speak Latin, don’t laskivio per mei
Don’t touch that, don’t come back, don’t bust back
You’ll wear a smoked tie and a dust hat, trust that
Every town has a story, but this one’s over
Like 2ew Gunn, I’m the sheriff, time to sit down soldier
I’m a legend when the books all burn
High noon, get your head out the dirt, we get berserk

Hook 2x

credits

from The Slow Twilight LP, released June 23, 2009
Beat by Douglas Martin aka Blurry Drones
Lyrics by Zilla Rocca (S.Zales) for Three Dollar Pistol Music (ASCAP)

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