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Si, man
Cause it's like this

[Verse 1: Frost]
Twin 45's on my side
A ruthless killer filled with Mexican pride
I'm wanted, dead or alive
I'm down for the battle
On the back of a horse with no saddle
So guard your banks and make your stagecoaches
The next time, motherfucking Kid Frost approaches
Cause "Ima take you out" is my motto
I'm eating out the worm out the tequila bottle
I got my boots on the table
Once again, it's on at the Tombstone Saloon
They say the deck had five aces
So I strapped on my cuetes and took ten paces
I turned around, *bang bang* was the sound
Now there's a dead man laying on the ground
A notch in my belt cause it's like that
And then I took a piss in a dead man's hat

[Hook: Frost]
Bam, see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya
Blasting on fools like Pancho Villa
Bam, see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya
Blasting on fools like Pancho Villa
[Verse 2: Frost]
Kid Frost held up the three 'o clock train
Smoked four fools and now they say I’m insane
Fuck Doc Holiday and Jesse James
I got my gun in my holster, my face on some posters
It's a three day ride to the border
Outsmart the Marshall, fuck law and order
I got by the seat of my pants
And stop to see my bitch at the Mustang Ranch
How many men can I gun down
Back on the trail before sundown
Because the sheriff's got a posse
Thinking they can stop me
Apache territory's where they lost me
I knew they could never see me
Hanging from the branch of a big oak tree
It's me and my gang if you think you can tame us
Fuck that shit boy, I'll make you famous

[Hook: Frost]
Bam, see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya
Blasting on fools like Pancho Villa
Bam, see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya
Blasting on fools like Pancho Villa

[Hook: Frost]
Bam, see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya
Blasting on fools like Pancho Villa
Bam, see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya
Blasting on fools like Pancho Villa
[Verse 3: Frost]
Riding threw a trail of brush and trees
I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees
They sent in the cavalry
The US Army tried to disarm me
A fifty man posse, a three man gang
The odds ain't good, but it ain't no thing
See, somebody's always trying to hurt me
But I come blasting through the door with my fucking 30-30
I fire off one more round
And leave Dodge City looking like a ghost town
Cause I done battled the Apache, fuck the Comanche
Stomped on the cavalry as if I was a stampede
I fuck up Buffalo Bill and Billy The Kid when it starts to get in
So if you want to bet, then I'm your number one bet
And this is what I'm saying as I'm riding through the sunset

[Hook: Frost]
Bam, see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya
Blasting on fools like Pancho Villa
Bam, see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya
Blasting on fools like Pancho Villa

Bam, see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya
Blasting on fools like Pancho Villa
Bam, see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya
Blasting on fools like Pancho Villa
Bam, see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya
Blasting on fools like Pancho Villa
Bam, see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya
Blasting on fools like Pancho Villa