Mal T & H.K. Temp3r - Dem Outlaws Pt. 2 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