[Intro: Illmaculate]

Yeah… Desperado

Shotgun under the poncho

Drinking water from a cactus

Wheat grass hanging out my lip

6 shooter on my hip

(Look, let me set the scene…)

[Verse 1: Illmaculate]

Barrel smoking, hot steel, glass breaking, shots spilled

Cop shields, a victim's last statement before he got killed

A botched deal, bodies cartwheel

And spin like tires, then a calm fell

In the midst of pistol fire and dropped shells

I know them pigs on my trail, I sense that odd smell

They flesh rancid, my sket clappin' for Sean Bell

I'll tell Roswell their launch failed, and shot a spy plane

For trying to occupy space where my thoughts dwell

Ah hell, raise all hell, make all hail the desperado

Mexicano, the feds are on to me, I expect I'm followed

Ain't no manual for life, that's why the weapons auto

Plus they sold me these guns, so they expecting hollows

Death's upon you, you taste it in every swallow

I bet it all your last breath is gone by sunset tomorrow

Tip a Henny bottle and send you off

You're better off dead and gone, now make your bed

And pray your Pentecostal heaven wants you

It's Sandpeeps – the ten apostles, spread the gospel

Demigods, turning men to bronze

My pen offend the god your flesh belongs to

You misinterpret a bible passage and vengeance haunts you

I write a passage

And pray your rights of passage never wrong you

Lonely killer, quoting scripture before his victim's soul is lifted

Swigging potent liquor got me through the coldest winters

Winning card hands before the river

Bullets hit the poker chips and fold the dealer

Smoking pistols, now he's vulture dinner

[Verse 2: OnlyOne]

I get a bad nerve I'ma shoot (brraah!)

Tequila worm in my tooth, spurs on my boot (yaahh!!!)

Shining a duster coat, the lightning and thunder roll

Rolling up tumble weed, plucking a buzzard's wings

Puppet master, cut the strings, I shut the satanic book

Mothers of master Kush, covered in ash and soot

Butchered slang, snatching drug pusher's chains

Kids got hit, motherfuckers couldn't aim

You pussies is sweet, like some sugar cane

I ain't looking for beef, but I can cook a steak – so what's beef?

When a motherfucker crosses out your piece

Hits your little niece

Makes the middle of the street look like the Middle East

Wakes you in the middle of your sleep

Pistol within reach, ain't no pickle sweet

I shaved my widow's peak, my barber is black

My lawyer's Hispanic, and yeah, the charges is stacked

Before they charge me with life

I'll spend it behind the bars that I write

I play the cards that I'm dealt, yeah, I'm hard on myself

But I could live your life twice in one month

Smoke all the weed you smoked in one week in one blunt

But light up that fire and get stupid

But remember, the less you smoke the higher you get, stupid!

A pound of this cost 3 G's and up

I'm knee deep in drugs, Green Team, what's up? Yup…