Slinger

Gun on my hip with a fully loaded clip.
Couple at my back ready for a crack.
Outgunning me ain’t ever gonna be.
So prepare to not ever stare;
Otherwise I might make you care.

Slinger.
Death bringer.
Sinner.
Hell singer.

Knife in my boot like an old coot.
Give you a stab ’til you’re out on a slab.
Tussle with me if you don’t wish to see.
Know it’s true when talking to you.
Choices are nill make the blood spill.

Slinger.
Death bringer.
Sinner.
Hell singer.

Gun in my hand for the last stand.
Think you are quick then lets prove it.
Kills to your name don’t change the game.
For only the strong survive;
Hence why I’m still alive.

Slinger.
Death bringer.
Sinner.
Hell singer.

Blade to your throat on blood you will choke.
Might sound cruel to some but it’s how I’ve won.
Any last words before you are thirds?
Only one left on my feet;
Truth is I always like to cheat.

Slinger.
Death bringer.
Sinner.
Hell singer.

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