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Rascalz - High Noon lyrics
[Red 1] Yo yo We rude bwoys Van-city outlaws Yo, the Red reaper, bust back your street sweeper Call Mr. Martin and the preacher To the saloon, the showdown high noon Men dressed all black, yo pon cock platoon Outlaws, shedding blood by the liter Saddle up, ride into the sun, done defeat ya Ride out and scout a safe hideout With a bounty on my head, that's the word of the moth Misfit and Red, wanted alive or dead But Billy bad on the draw, cowboy ninja dread Retreat to the bush where the Indians live To survive off the land, recuperating Yo, walk the warpath like a brave Mohican Then scalpel the tongue chief rocker speaking Young gun, bust and murder the sound boy Anything in my way, no choice but to destroy CHORUS "Hold my ground like it's high noon" |
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