Last Gunfighter - Blues Saraceno, Nine One One

Yeah

Make some noise ‘cause I’m off the handle now

Light ‘em up ‘cause I’m about to burn it down

Pull your card to leave you lying toe up

I’m a giver, hey, I’m a giver

Pop, pop goes the «razzi» flash

Coming with the mic drop (whoo), with the straight cash

Holding on to the life of a criminal

Knuckle up it’s about to get physical

Nowhere to run

Nowhere to run

Nowhere to run

You can’t hide

From the last gunfighter alive

Aww

Stick ‘em up, bring it on for the beatdown

Going out like a sucker in the first round

Pushin' up like you was straight well hung

Damn son, (hey) you just got your bell rung

Clack, clack is the six gun sound

Fuckin' with this outlaw (ugh), getting put down

Holding on ‘cause the battle ain’t never won

Watch your back ‘cause I always get the job done

Nowhere to run

Nowhere to run

Nowhere to run

You can’t hide

From the last gunfighter alive

Alive

Nowhere to run

Nowhere to run

You can’t hide

From the last gunfighter alive

From the last gunfighter alive

The last gunfighter alive