Six Shooter

[Verse 1]
Okay, okay, I got a gun loaded, a pocket full of "told you so's" the mangy horse you rode in on standin' with legs eroded
I'm keepin' to myself all the tricks, safe from you bootlicks, got the fix, the diagnosis picks apart the malevolent with no heart
Fixin' to blow up on everybody and I mean that a couple different ways, wishin' you had my list of plays
But the crumbs that I left in place were just a phase, I do what I want with a beat and flow like O.K
And as long as I keep bein' true to myself in the end, yeah I'll be okay, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, okay where was I?
I'm a firm believer that the karma you put out makes you a receiver for equivalent energy back and you better believe in her
Why would you wanna live life on a razorblade gettin' cut when you could get paid but the trade's been disobeyed
And it's too late now, the donkey's brayed, I've been leeched, to each their own, you got your bone
And now you ain't hittin' the phone but that's okay cause now I'm in the zone, I had the name on loan
Now I'm gonna sell for a couple mill but not for you, now get your scrubby ass behind the cone

[Chorus]
I got a six shooter and I got perfect aim like I'm a computer
Go and run that train on my tracks and I'm gonna loot her
I got iron in my bullets yours are made of pewter
Don't worry I'm a tutor, I can help you with that peashooter
I got a six shooter (uh-huh, uh-huh) and I got perfect aim like I'm a computer (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Go and run that train on my tracks and I'm gonna loot her (uh-huh, uh-huh)
I got iron in my bullets yours are made of pewter (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Don't worry I'm a tutor, I can help you with that peashooter (uh-huh, uh-huh)

[Verse 2]
The king of the Laredo but I mean a different kind of Rodeo, rollin' heavy in a Chevy
Rollin' my hands together like I'm makin' snakes of play dough
Don't need a key when I'm about to blow off all your gates though and now we in a shootout like we back in Waco
Now I am watchin' 'em all run to the pen, you had your chance when you had it, ope you almost had it you gotta be quicker than that
Your timings whack, but gimme your back, yeah here's a pat
I hope that's enough to pick up your slack cause you lack the brains to rack the cash up on your back
Yeah and your shots I negate 'em, I made 'em re-aim, fadeaway to win the game but you missed, some things will always stay the same
Your gun's a potato, too busy watchin' the juice like Kato, make a turn on North Rodeo so we can stop and see Mateo
Seems that a lot of shit has been misstated, and whether or not you're there won't affect me yellin' "mom I made it" 'cause your dues I paid it
My revolver's always spinnin' hittin' your mark from 100 yards and winnin', one eye'd aim and grinnin' and now your frontlines thinnin'

[Chorus]
I got a six shooter and I got perfect aim like I'm a computer
Go and run that train on my tracks and I'm gonna loot her
I got iron in my bullets yours are made of pewter
Don't worry I'm a tutor, I can help you with that peashooter
I got a six shooter (uh-huh, uh-huh) and I got perfect aim like I'm a computer (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Go and run that train on my tracks and I'm gonna loot her (uh-huh, uh-huh)
I got iron in my bullets yours are made of pewter (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Don't worry I'm a tutor, I can help you with that peashooter (uh-huh, uh-huh)

[End]
Yeah, I'm a sick shooter
Yeah, I'm a sick shooter
Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew
Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew