Billy Kid vs Von Lycaon - Freshy Kanal ft. Carter Sauce, TheManBeHisLa

Pistol packing, drifter maverick, zipped the jackets in the crimson jacket

Chicks attracted like this figure is a magnet

Blow a kiss, they panic, my physique is slick, the abs ripped

I'm about to make a mess that your Housekeeping Inc. can't manage

(I'm a-I'm a) I'm a made man, you're a maid

I'll take a chardonnay and a steak

Dress sharp, not as sharp as my aim, you'll be caught in a daze

When I pop it and spray, 'cause it's gonna leave a stain

Been in endless shootings like a Western movie, barrel is a 10, a beauty

Cowardly dog, your gang has left you scooby

You don't look threatening when your head's so floofy

What kind of zoo you running over there where they send a pet on duty?

Typical Kid spouting off crassness and petulance

I can smell you from here, use a can of some fresheners

You are hardly an adequate competitor

Do tell, what is some patched-up metalwork to a natural predator?

A hare would have the smarts to flee and run from me

A swift check of the food chain, it's not hard to see you're underneath

I am the alpha, you're outcasted, omega at best

It seems as though you barely made it out the beta test

I don't take orders from you, but you'll get served by the company

I'll collect the bill and a tip is compulsory

You'll never get casted with a face that punchable

You'd struggle getting calls back as a stunt double

Stay still! Hands in the air, or should I say paws?

Either way, you'll still "freeze" with the boots you got on

One move and you're gone, because you fit all themes and tropes

The hero's bound to win against a big bad wolf

Fancy footwork? More like 2 left feet, bud

Let my handguns do the talking, they never need to speak up

Keep up with the time but can't keep up with the times

Your pocket watch shows that you'll always be behind

If you think I'll miss, you must be dreaming

My guns are screaming for some blood, and you just look like it's hunting season

Put you on ice, call that a slush puppie, I've got raw skill

I'm not just lucky, sweep the competition while you mop filth

Before I get to you, I'll eat the main course first

Your team's leftovers and you're just hours d'oeuvres

With a name like Kid, you're a pain to your friends

They have to babysit you while you're playing pretend

On the battlefield, I'm sprinting faster than the wind comes

You sling guns? Well, I can put you in one

I've got animal instinct, your decisions come from impulse

When building you, they clearly gave you quite a thick skull

I relish in your demise and lap up the tears you shed

Be careful with the waterworks, you might get your gears all wet

Think that going AWOL would somehow clear your debt?

You wish to take the main role, then you will die a hero's death