By Arcassin Burnham
Tippin hats and packing revolvers,
Hell and back a thousand times forever,
Riding on my horse,
To the ends of the earth , no remorse,
No mercy , no greed , not even money,
I just wanna shoot and **** the best , I bet you think its funny,
If we have a stand off with the towns people hiding,
Bet you won't shoot it first, but anything sufficing,
Bar fights,
With a house full of ******
3 stacks for prostitution,
But I'll never lust a *****
Face burnt to the side,
Similarly to Jonah hex or the ride,
Smoke in my mouth, gun strap to me like the horses saddle,
Being shot at better crouch , just to win the battle.
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 9:20 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Tippin hats and packing revolvers,
Hell and back a thousand times forever,
Riding on my horse,
To the ends of the earth , no remorse,
No mercy , no greed , not even money,
I just wanna shoot and **** the best , I bet you think its funny,
If we have a stand off with the towns people hiding,
Bet you won't shoot it first, but anything sufficing,
Bar fights,
With a house full of ******
3 stacks for prostitution,
But I'll never lust a *****
Face burnt to the side,
Similarly to Jonah hex or the ride,
Smoke in my mouth, gun strap to me like the horses saddle,
Being shot at better crouch , just to win the battle.
Any black cowboys ****
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