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Kid Frost

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    Si, man
    Cuz it's like this

    Twin 45's on my side
    A big 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 your stagecoaches
    The next time motherfuckin Kid Frost approaches
    Cuz "Ima take you out" is my motto
    I'm eating out the worm in 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 quettes 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 cuz it's like that
    And then I took a piss in a dead man's hat

    [Chorus]
    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

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    Kid Frost held up the 3 o'clock train
    Smoked four fools, and now they sound the same
    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
    I 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
    Hangin 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

    [Chorus x2]

    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 thang
    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
    Cuz 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 wanna bet, then I'm your number one bet
    And this is what I'm saying as I'm riding through the sunset

    [Chorus x3]

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    Composition: Arthur Jr Molina and Na Na

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