Ashe and McCree
My momma fed me with a silver spoon
Too bad she and daddy never hung around
To see their baby girl grow
Into a killer soon
If you cause a problem, then I'll gun ya down
I'll stop pulling off heists when I'm dead
Never was bothered much by a price of my head
Because I love the chase
Whether I escape or I hang
Loyal to the grave - is the name of my gang
Forget the riches, this is just about the job
I'm a rebel without a cause
Runnin' from the law
When I want something done
Then I'll send in BOB (Do somethin')
We don't need another score
Yet we never stop
Got a dynamite temper, it's about to blow
My business, my rules, I run the show
And no I won't repeat myself
You can even ask Jesse
Exactly what'll happen if a lawman tests me
Bourbon on my breath
And a shiner from a barfight
Sorry pop, but I'm not fit for the farm life
Though I'm a wrongdoer
You can bet I'm armed right
Check your pocket watch
I'll bring you high noon all night
I was brought up on the
Wrong side of the tracks
I've been locked up
Even shot right in the back
I'll deal with a little misfortune
Long as I'm earning a fortune
'Cause justice and luck come
In proper proportions
Me and my partner in crime
Run a ring of outlaws
But I'm the rugged gunslinger nobody outdraws
I'll smoke you faster than a
Stogie in a showdown
Haven't you heard that I'm wanted?
Well you know now
Quickdraw for hire? I'm your huckleberry
Caution - if you spot a
Tumbleweed on the prairie
Run for cover from the crackshot
McCree's a deadeye
Way I handle this six shot - easy as pie
You call us hotheads? I'd
Say we're dead shots
No, you won't get far when
You're held up by Deadlock
Everybody needs a family - mine
Is ride or die even when we leave ya dead
The lawdog don't bat an eye
Step into my town? You better turn around
The reason why they call me Ashe
- I can burn ya down
Line up my shot, feel the noose tighten
When the job's done
I'll ride off in the horizon
I got the finest steed
You'll find none alike
I've even seen McCree with his eye on my bike
But the gang knows I take the reigns
Keep my cretins in line
No complainin' when I take the
Biggest piece of the pie
Raised to be a lady, but I hated the garments
'Stead of learning manners
I was training with targets
Even as a kid I kept my wit's and my fists up
BOB at my back
Making sure I never get caught
Ready for liftoff, land all my trickshots
You don't wanna make this
Femme fatale pissed off
If you come too close, you'll fly
Then I'll turn twelve bullets
Into twelve bullseyes
Nobody's gonna lock me up and
Then collect a bounty read the belt
Fella – That’ll tell you all about me
I’m wild and calamitous
Like a buckin’ bronco
Not that I’m into fashion
But I’m bringin’ back the poncho
When I’m up against the odds
I just cock my hammer back
Take a roll, in a flash
Stop you in your tracks
Six rounds loaded - I ain’t gonna miss a shot
I’m not talkin’ whiskey - but
That would hit the spot
Sometimes I think I should
Be leading the pack
I mean we get a small commission
While she keeps all the cash
It doesn’t always have to be that way Ashe
I know we’re not a couple but you
Could at least give me half
See I’ve come up from nothing
What’s your issue? Grew up rich?
At least we both hate Overwatch
- and I’m no snitch i never told her this
But she’s sure not my type
Honestly my favorite thing about
Her is the bike
McCree, I’m feelin’ like you’re
Questioning my leadership
Well if that’s the case
Buster you can seal your lips
‘Cause it’s my way, or my way, no highway
You want to draw on me Jesse?
You can take the die way
When it comes to that temper
I can light the fuse
I’m not tryna throw down
Unless you’d like to lose
Skin your smoke wagon
You already know what happens
Skip the talkin’ Ashe
Let’s get to the muzzle-flashin’
Ha ha ha, I’m just playin’ guys c’mon
Next round’s on me!
You call us hotheads? I'd
Say we're dead shots
No, you won't get far when
You're held up by Deadlock
Everybody needs a family - mine
Is ride or die even when we leave ya dead
The lawdog don't bat an eye