Tombstone - Adam Calhoun

You tell 'em

You tell 'em I’m comin'

And hell’s comin' with me

Give me a gun, give me a drink

Pour it on up and get out of the way

You gon' light a stick of dynamite and I’m about to blow you away

Pick yourself up, clean yourself off

Better learn to take a punch if you’re gonna talk tough

Here’s a shovel and a plot, it’s a six foot deep kinda day

You can dig your own damn grave

I ain’t tryna fight but I ain’t duckin' either

I got fuckin' ether, armed with Desert Eagle

Lost what I love 'cause the world is so evil

So I don’t mind shootin' slugs at you fuckin' people

Got a six shooter like I was back in Tombstone

And I ain’t gonna die tonight but you’re gonna have a funeral

Dressed in all black, flowers on the Cadillac

Biggie said it best, death ain’t no comin' back

And Doc Holliday said you ain’t no daisy

All these rappers act tough but no one is crazy

I know real trouble, outlaws like Struggle

Stand up dudes kill you like fuck 'em

Play with the hustle get cut like the shuffle

Put you in the bag I ain’t talkin' 'bout a duffle

I’m not one to play with, I’ll leave you open

Standin' in the middle of the street barrel smokin' like

Give me a gun, give me a drink

Pour it on up and get out of the way

You gon' light a stick of dynamite and I’m about to blow you away

Pick yourself up, clean yourself off

Better learn to take a punch if you’re gonna talk tough

Here’s a shovel and a plot, it’s a six foot deep kinda day

You can dig your own damn grave

Just wanna let you know that you’re sittin' in my chair

Last album was The Throne, this is War bitch I dare

You just skinned that smoke wagon, see what happens if you do

Blowin' smoke, actin' cool, 'til I smack you out your boots (Out your boots)

Put you out your misery, say when

Read your eulogy, close your casket, amen

If you wanna do dirt better know how to dig it

And I might die too but you’re dyin' first, get it

Carve your name on a stone, couple dates, RIP

Tell the devil that I’m bringin' hell with me when I see him

I got two guns on me and that’s all I need

You gon' do somethin' about it or just stand there and bleed

Damn right you’re scared, I can see it in your eyes

Too slow on the draw that’s the reason that you died

So you better think again if you thought that you were safe

'Cause you’re lookin' like somebody just walked over your grave

Give me a gun, give me a drink

Pour it on up and get out of the way

You gon' light a stick of dynamite and I’m about to blow you away

Pick yourself up, clean yourself off

Better learn to take a punch if you’re gonna talk tough

Here’s a shovel and a plot, it’s a six foot deep kinda day

You can dig your own damn grave