Chase Moore - Desperado lyrics

[Intro: Illmaculate] Yeah… Desperado Shotgun under the poncho Drinking water from a cactus Wheat gra** hanging out my lip 6 shooter on my hip (Look, let me set the scene…) [Verse 1: Illmaculate] Barrel smoking, hot steel, gla** breaking, shots spilled Cop shields, a victim's last statement before he got k**ed A botched deal, bodies cartwheel And spin like tires, then a calm fell In the midst of pistol fire and dropped shells I know them pigs on my trail, I sense that odd smell They flesh rancid, my sket clappin' for Sean Bell I'll tell Roswell their launch failed, and shot a spy plane For trying to occupy space where my thoughts dwell Ah hell, raise all hell, make all hail the desperado Mexicano, the feds are on to me, I expect I'm followed Ain't no manual for life, that's why the weapons auto Plus they sold me these guns, so they expecting hollows d**h's upon you, you taste it in every swallow I bet it all your last breath is gone by sunset tomorrow Tip a Henny bottle and send you off You're better off dead and gone, now make your bed And pray your Pentecostal heaven wants you It's Sandpeeps – the ten apostles, spread the gospel Demigods, turning men to bronze My pen offend the god your flesh belongs to You misinterpret a bible pa**age and vengeance haunts you I write a pa**age And pray your rights of pa**age never wrong you Lonely k**er, quoting scripture before his victim's soul is lifted Swigging potent liquor got me through the coldest winters Winning card hands before the river Bullets hit the poker chips and fold the dealer Smoking pistols, now he's vulture dinner [Verse 2: OnlyOne] I get a bad nerve I'ma shoot (brraah!) Tequila worm in my tooth, spurs on my boot (yaahh!!!) Shining a duster coat, the lightning and thunder roll Rolling up tumble weed, plucking a buzzard's wings Puppet master, cut the strings, I shut the satanic book Mothers of master Kush, covered in ash and soot Butchered slang, snatching drug pusher's chains Kids got hit, motherf**ers couldn't aim You pussies is sweet, like some sugar cane I ain't looking for beef, but I can cook a steak – so what's beef? When a motherf**er crosses out your piece Hits your little niece Makes the middle of the street look like the Middle East Wakes you in the middle of your sleep Pistol within reach, ain't no pickle sweet I shaved my widow's peak, my barber is black My lawyer's Hispanic, and yeah, the charges is stacked Before they charge me with life I'll spend it behind the bars that I write I play the cards that I'm dealt, yeah, I'm hard on myself But I could live your life twice in one month Smoke all the weed you smoked in one week in one blunt But light up that fire and get stupid But remember, the less you smoke the higher you get, stupid! A pound of this cost 3 G's and up I'm knee deep in d**, Green Team, what's up? Yup…