One day I was walkin down the street
I saw a mobster, beatin another's meat
They saw me commin and both jumped on their feet
A high plains drifter, packin nothin but heat
Lookin for a fight, I walked up and said,
"Your mother is tight, and gives real good head."
Assuming that shit would fly
I grabbed my revolver and said goodbye
Both of them knowing it was time to die
They pleaded with me, tearing in their eye
I spared their lives, knowing nothing of chivalry
As I sold them both into slavary
Pussy bitches know not to front
I'll fuck your bitch and then smoke a blunt
Here's my dick, and here's your mother
Didn't I see that bitch on the Playboy cover?
Undercovers, is how I work
In the allies, is where I lurk
Your lyrics are a joke, and you're the clown
Don't fuck around when Dirty Harry's in town
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