Yo, I loaded up my pistol, shot this bitch named Bristol, but felt the need to slit her wrist still, took her money, rings, pearls and a crystal, stuffed my pockets and ran out with a fist full.
An outlaw like Billy the kid, the hardest part of taking pills be the lid,
Squeeze, like my trigger freeze, shoot you in the liver, flees, wrapped your corpse up and dumped it in a river.
Moved onto the next town and shoot out with the next clown,
Walked into a bar and ordered a beer, saw the golden star as a stranger drew near,
He said "sorry to disturb you but you need to obey the cerfew" this one guy had a fair few
And started swingin', missed the sheriff and hit a group of women,
The sheriff said "right that's it, nobody here is leaving, either get arrested now or dule me this evening" then I warned him of the gun shot he'd be receiving,
Stood behind the saloon, gazed up at the moon, he came soon after with his goon, quickly shot them before they had a chance to draw a gun or run like the dish and the spoon, I need to get some rest so I can shoot more dudes at noon.
Bandit, firing so much lead that you can't stand it
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Unreleased 2020 (Jesus in Trouble Era)
Poetry2020 marked my return to writing rhymes after a 2 year hiatus It was a year full of ambition and a lot of preparation for projects that up until now I had no intention of bringing into the light of day. Here's an assortment of projects I worked on...
