Arthur Morgan vs Trevor Phillips - Freshy Kanal ft. Shwabadi, Ethan Connor Condon

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 (*spit*) pretend I'm Dutch

And tell me, where's the money that he promised you?

Cough it up- Not the blood! FUCK, WHAT IS 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