Tombstone

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 won't 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 with 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 won't 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 he died
 So you better think again if you thought 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 won't 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