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The is Krayzie, big bad ass bone, Wanted up for all the gold that I stole, Along with some I even took the mayor's daughter, Now that kidnap, but she was with us so I brought her. Dun got myself into a heap of trouble, Double crossed by the law so it's to run to, Yeah it's me and my sawed-off shotgun, I dun now him 'Leatherface' I'm for the west heard they got a couple banks in town That ain't been held up yet, well uh, I ought to it by sundown, I figure enough time for me to get the whole rundown, So I continue my mission, it's gettin' So now I'm for them damn injuns, They like to catch up then rob -n- split. I'll be a rootin' shootin' damn fool, protectin' my chips. All of a sudden, I heard somebody in the bushes, stopped my horse, Nelly! Who in the bushes, you better up, Or let my shotgun's song sing out.
Who's Hope this ain't the law, draw out the with my sawed-off shotgun.
Come on out now I'm gettin' angry. Took a step 'cause it could get dangerous.
Please don't shoot it's just me Thug Queen Stealer.
Then why the hell is you in them bushes
I'm wanted in four counties, for robbery, Killed two sheriffs, six of his men with my head, Stole two horses, thought you was the law that's why I in the bushes.
Goodness. Now she was hotter a barrel of fire but I use her for the job so I told her to ride, come on.
May I ask you you headed to the west for?
I got a got a plan for some dough and if you're down You can up yourself a pretty penny. Be in town in a now be sure if you're with it.
We be up the sun rise got a stallion here for your partner To ride hit the saloon before the moon down For whatever let's let's ride.
These say we go to Tucson, Arizona When we arrive we'll cop a we can bunk, And meet my boy in the morning for 'n hookup.
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'n shine, good morning, howdy. Nine o' clock we my boy in the saloon in the valley. Now I dun came a long way and I wanna be late.
Tell him I'll make it to him, you we ain't.
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I'm Krayzie's 'Wanted' poster in the saloon, So I assume it'll be trouble here pretty soon. Glanced across the I seen this youngster gettin' ready to fight But if he mess up tonight I that Krayzie just might take his life. So I him and I paused. Look man, I really wanna brawl, but won't you chill before them laws, Come messin' up this plan, Since he already rowdy I'm just the man (Dang) You want some work well partner put in bid And by the way now your name, they call me Layzie the Kid.
The name's Pete, can I get a twelve gauge! Outlaw day, on the front page. Mister Kid, if you me the low down me and Blackjack, Be ready for the showdown, two double barrels pointed at whatever, stick together, I'm pretty clever.
So saddle up, jump on the bandwagon because it's all down. I heard the guy runnin' the bar 'Krayzie's in town.'
Now we get to this saloon, you don't worry, wait outside. Don't be nobody's damn horses. inside the bar. Kid you son of a gun!
Hey man I'm glad you made it safely, now let's go have fun. And my partner Powder, he's a young gun.
Mighty to meet ya son. Oh yeah, you know I brought a friend along, meet Thug Queen, The peddler, straggler, just met her.
Howdy partner, already got the saddled up.
I hope you're good at banks like you rustle that cattle up.
Now y'all, it's gonna be gettin' real soon.
I think right I say we move, come on let's.
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