Nate the Boy Scout - Whilly's Wheels

Got a tale about a man
A man without a name
His baron reach was far
In a dessert terrain
He had a little side hobby
Ran it by the books
He didn't run with hoodlums
Simply was a crook
But cook none the less
And he's sifting up a stew
And when he sniffed trouble
He jumped ship and blew
Right out of town
Into another foreign land
Because he was founded
Well within his brand
A concoction so pure
From miles they came to treat
And when the batch was done
It was time to feast
Wrap some chains on those wheels
And get that thing purring
Outfitted in black
A jacked up truck lurkin

He still in there mixin
I wonder what he's fixen
He gonna ride hard
For the money that he's missin
Chains on his wheels
Just giving them a squeal
Hear that steel rollin man
Tonight its getting real
Nock nock open up
You might just be out of luck
Bang bang he coming in
You can't run he know your kin
Time is up you're past your due
Sweet and simple choices dude
Pay up now or six feet down
Got him started mess around
Smart choice Thank you kindly
He don't think about reminding
Mess with Willy's wheels
And you better have the dough
Next time you hear these wheels
Chains banging breaking squeals
Like a pig wanting meals
But this thing that gives you feels

Spicing it up
And we just giving it a sprinkle
Just marinade a little
Sauté and let it sizzle
This sauce right here
Is a little bland
Yo Whilly's got this
Call him man
He coming round the backwoods
Shifty in approach
A ram guard in front
And two inch spokes
He's always got the goods
And packing what you need
But packing something else
Always caring heat
He's a dead eye shot
With whatever he got
With a twitchy finger
He's layin up the block
Don't let him click in over drive
Get up and he's gone
Just squealing away
With the past time of these wrongs

Brap brap
He scooting through
Someone stole
His precious brew
Keen eye on the hunt
For an ass he's gonna chew
He might chain em' to the back
And drag them through the street
Or feed em' to his dogs
To them it'll be a treat
Whilly's got a rep
And a high class to keep
What he sells is pure
Vibrant and clean
Whilly's in deep like he's livin' on pandora
He comes out here just like an explorer
But something got into his head
And told him this is fine
A sociopathic life style
Right for the crime
It's like he's at war
And scared of the truth
One day he'll see flashing lights
Red and a blue

Guns are drawn
And the barrels are raised
It might be the last
Of good ol' Whilly's days
Twenty plus bodies
Surround him like an army
Waiting for the day
To him it seems obvi'
He pulls a pin
Sets his record sky high
A flash and he's gone
A legend from the guy
A tale about a man
A man without a name
His baron reach was far
In Whilly's domain

Written by:
Nathan Leigh

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