Gunslinging Rambler - Gangstagrass, R-Son

If you took all my dollars

I wouldn’t shed no tears

You can have my souped-up fancy ride

I don’t hold it dear

The stickup kids know how I roll

I’ll shoot you if I like

I’m a gun slinging rambler

And I live a rambler’s life

Yodel eh hee hoo

Yodelodel eh hee hoo

Yodelodel eh hee

Another day, another stage to wreck

I got rhymes that ain’t even seen the pages yet

All you challengers step up and place your bets

And I’ma take 'em all out and not break a sweat

Take your threats elsewhere.

I stay on the road

By the time I get back to you, maybe you’ll hope

To be worthy of a face off in the center of town

The Devil’s waiting for you, boy.

I’m sending you down

Then it’s on to the next, like that song from Jay

Leaving a trail of bodies all along the way

Some of y’all might believe that’s wrong to say

But that’s a rambler’s life and I was going to stay

So, think twice then maybe have a third

I am the voice of reason, in case you haven’t heard

I spit hot enough that I can make the sun melt

You just gonna wind up a notch on my gun belt

If you took all my dollars

I wouldn’t shed no tears

You can have my souped-up fancy ride

I don’t hold it dear

The stickup kids know how I roll

I’ll shoot you if I like

I’m a gun slinging rambler

And I live a rambler’s life

Yodel eh hee hoo

Yodelodel eh hee hoo

Yodelodel eh hee

My pearl-handled mic’s been blazed across the plains

Those in the know are scared to say my name

In fear that I might be in earshot

Or if not, I might just magically appear

Ending rapper’s careers I’m taking their lives

Making orphans of children and widows of wives

I’m not killing these guys, please let me explain

But when I’m done, there’ll be very little left of their brains

Stripping the rest of their intelligence and

What’s left is merely just the shell of a man

So keep that in mind if you think of going toe-to-toe

And recognize, for real, this ain’t my first rodeo

I’ve gone flow-for-flow with hundreds of dudes

Knowing all the while I got nothing to lose

And there ain’t no stopping me.

I guess that I’m destined

To keep on rambling on like Led Zeppelin

If you took all my dollars

I wouldn’t shed no tears

You can have my souped-up fancy ride

I don’t hold it dear

The stickup kids know how I roll

I’ll shoot you if I like

I’m a gun slinging rambler

And I live a rambler’s life

Yodel eh hee hoo

Yodelodel eh hee hoo

Yodelodel eh hee

You know it

We keep rambling on, rambling on

We keep rambling on, rambling on

We stay rambling on, we rambling on

We still rambling on, we rambling on

Brooklyn down to Philly, yo.

We rambling on

Philly down to VA.

We rambling on

Delaware to Carolina, yo.

We rambling on

After Graham Tucker, yo.

We rambling on

And the whole Midwest, yo.

We rambling on

And the whole West Coast said we rambling on

Gangstagrass worldwide and we rambling on

We stay rambling on