I’m McCree, I’m A Weirdo

Lyrics

[Intro] I'm Dan Bull And according to my watch It's eleven fifty-nine My watch is one minute slow [Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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! [Chorus] 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 [Verse 3] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Outro] Well... it's high noon somewhere in the world