I'm Mccree, I'm a Weirdo - Dan Bull

I’m Dan Bull

And according to my watch

It’s eleven fifty-nine

My watch is one minute slow

Hey, hello stranger

You’re alone, ain’t ya?

You’re a lone ranger

What a tone changer

No neighbours so far away from your home range

Roamin' open plains so dangerous

You’re playing Russian roulette

With a bullet in an unknown chamber

So make use of the brain God gave ya or it’ll be blown away

Payback

McCree’s peacekeeper seeks any head honcho

Put a bullet through their head like a head through a poncho

It’s high noon, better ride soon

There’s no time to rest

Head to the horizon and roll through the wild, wild west

Distinguished by his particular apparel

In which he dispatches batches of fishes in barrels

Back in the saddle and addled with bourbon

Trouble is certain

Disturbing your suburban world

The bubble is bursting, a tug of the curtains

And the whole thing comes tumbling back down to earth

Quick have a sip of the whiskey because I’m on my third cup

And feeling perked up

Strode up to the bar, smoking a cigar

B-A-M-F aren’t notes on a guitar

Focused deadeye

Spaghetti Western Jedi with the same robotic arm

McCree’s at the top, the cream of the crop

You’re dreaming if you believe he’s gonna stop

Breeze in and clean up, do we even need Reaper?

Aiming the heater, keen as a heatseeker

Keeping the peace with the piece, the peacekeeper

The key piece of the team, defeat fleets of people

Seeking to beat elite leaders

Reckon they’ll achieve it?

Me neither

Frequently repeating the scene, twenty-four seven

You’re seeing seasons of Kiefer

Et tu, Brutus?

Bleeding Caesar?

Yeah, read 'em and weep like a John Green feature

Read 'em and weep like a John Green feature novel

No other rapper would say that!

McCree’s peacekeeper seeks any head honcho

Put a bullet through their head like a head through a poncho

It’s high noon, better ride soon

There’s no time to rest

Head to the horizon and roll through the wild, wild west

Hammer fanner, fan the hammer at a rapid rate

You’re trying to bat away the blasts

Playing patacake against Cassius Clay

Jabbing fast as the camera’s capture rate

Battered by the hands of fate

Smacking off your crown like acid rain

That accurate aim could blast away

The fastest sailing hand grenade

Coming at your face, congratulations, kappa

I’ll pass on the clammy handshake

You’re chances of flanking and ganking the man

Are flat as a manta ray pancake

Beating McCree’s like meeting Anne Hathaway on Chaturbate

It ain’t gonna happen, mate

Your happy days went thataway

Snatched away, but now your face is wrapped in gaffa tape

So pray they get that ransom paid

Like the handsome man from Santa Fe’s

A candidate for financial aid

Who laid a trap with a vast array

Of fantastic ways to make you pass away

Then wait 'til after the wake to deface the place your ashes lay

McCree’s peacekeeper seeks any head honcho

Put a bullet through their head like a head through a poncho

It’s high noon, better ride soon

There’s no time to rest

Head to the horizon and roll through the wild, wild west

Well… it’s high noon somewhere in the world