Pyrophoria - Widowmaker

One word gets me on the ground
Read me my rights, sir, I'll stay down
Don't I know it, don't you frown
My head is worth more than your whole damn town
I'll be the verb and you stay the noun
Boy get yourself a rodeo clown

Smoking with two hands tied behind my back
I pointed a gun at a man for the pack
Walking away as the rope becomes slack
Widowmaker ain't no heart attack

Lay them on the table and I'll pick my gun
The dust outside clouds the sun
Are you here for businesses? 'Cause I'm here for fun
I am what I am and I've done what I've done
Take that shit-eating grin off your ugly face, hun
I'm a motherfucker, so maybe you should run

Smoking with two hands tied behind my back
I pointed a gun at a man for the pack
Walking away as the rope becomes slack
Widowmaker ain't no heart attack

Written by:
Jessica Hambrick

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