paroles de chanson Arthur Morgan vs Trevor Phillips (feat. Shwabadi & Ethan Connor Condon) - Freshy Kanal

I know you like denial, but this is brazenly dumb
You should pick better fights, but can't change what's done
I'm a headhunter, you're wanted dead or alive
Cut right there on your neck? I'd be mighty obliged
There ain't enough space for the two of us on my route
Gotta teach a druggie 'bout shooting up at high noon
I ride with my crew, yours ties you in a tight "NOOSE"
Christ, kid! Even your own hairline would slight you
It ain't my place to judge whatever business you have
But your mom fucked you up, and you'd fuck her back?
My poor horse would drop from all the baggage you got
So maybe get lost, like this is the mall and I'm your pops
You're too off the rails for a heist, that's your problem
But I've found any trainwreck is probably worth robbing
It eats you alive that Mike crushed all you ever did
This cannibal freak got a taste of his own medicine!

I'm sorry, cowboy, we acting like we're tough?
Sure you'd take the smoke with that crap inside your lungs?
Wanna get rough cowboy? Guess we're in luck!
You can lick my nuts and pretend I'm Dutch
And tell me, where's the money that he promised you?
Cough it up, not the blood! Fuck, what's wrong with you?!
One girl has talked to you that wasn't a prostitute
And she still left! Only pigs ever wanted you!
We both know you shouldn't bring a rat to your cheddar
But what's it to ya?
Your stash is a couple cans in the desert, that is your "treasure"?
You hipsters in the mountains make me pissed off!
Bumfucks don't even have a doorstep I can shit on!

Where do you get off blabbering about attraction?
You don't get a passing glance from gals 'til you kidnap 'em
I wouldn't ever cave and be a stooge for the government
There's more bits of brain on your boot than your fuckin' head!
I don't like to hold grudges, and yet you're under my skin
Vengeance is a fool's game, but so is lettin' you live!
Let's finish what's started, can I get a witness protection?
I got bullets for your name and no more Brad-skull to catch 'em!

What a brave guy, tryna pay for his crimes
While his wife died for less than the change on her eyes!
Drop the nice guy, polite pick-me act, you fuckhead!
Draggin' bodies through nature with that shiny moral compass!
'Cause fuck that! Honor's an excuse to die broke
I'd sell your heart of gold and use that light dough to buy smokes!
You're at the end of my rope, so keep your lasso strapped
I'd drag your ass until you really get to see Tahiti and back
Wanna get wasted? I got rounds you drown in!
So when you go to hell, tell Lenny that you found him