The Metermaids - The Legend of Mal Hombre lyrics

Mal Hombre that hardbody Walk softly, talk sh** and carry a big stick Get lifted when the spliff's lit Got his veins all filled with black coffee Drug through the dirt with the mud on his shirt and his nerves all – don't you dare slackjaw me Fights at the bar. Spiders in a jar Sits with a long list of bad hobbies Like back off me. Do you want to die, kid? Got them bourbon heavy eyelids Four door Chevy. White rims They like him It's like this Live fast, die pretty in a side ditch Don't care about tomorrow Steal beg and borrow Still they ain't never gonna find prints We heard whispers coming from the bigger kids They combed their hair just like his They dropped their baseball cards and packed their daddy's switchblades on some fight sh** Intrigued by the way the police had a thing when see him their hand went to the nightstick Instinct Every king on the scene has a dream of a million little sidekicks I knew as sure as sh** I'd meet him. So I kept my blade sharp My peoples ran the blocks so heads knew they shouldn't be playing in the dark Got the name with the spraypaint drip. Got stomped if you talked to the narcs Told them they can't maintain sh** Everybody knew better not to start The same d** as him. Hold up. The same slugs as him Sho 'nuff. The same b**hes on my dick You damn right I f**ed your friend girl. So what? Nothing's gonna stop what we started. No one's going to try and step up Worked hard for the spot. Dog recognize the fox We're both trying to find the next hunt Get smacked up. Slapped up. Knifed up. Shot up. On some BYOB sh**, baby boy You can think about it kind of like a pot luck Think about your outline chalked up Didn't think about getting locked up Locked in a battle Lost in the saddle Never thought the door was gonna lock f** Swing Smile in the wrong place, hombre You're rocking a long face with the tooth missing Jewels missing. Shoes missing Bust the knuckles out. Sunk them in a stool pigeon You're screaming like a b**h, son Who'll listen? No cops now. No lockdown Kind of like romantic pop now Check how the moon will make the tool glisten Few screws missing. Couple bolts loose Getting aggravated at you, daddy Don't move No white lights. Just blackouts Got a game I like to play It's got no rules Old shoes If I want a new pair, monfrere, then I'm making you a code blue I'm like: hold this You're like: oh sh** I'm like: shut up, b**h You're like: don't shoot I'm an artist and I only paint with flatlines Only color in except where it's green I'm a bad guy I'm a beast I'm a thug I'm a scanner I'm a chud Live forever because I can't die I finally met the old legend down at Johnny B's Mal Hombre. Big Papi I told him let's shoot a bag out back His eyes met mine He said yo, not me But your the jefe de jefe's Mean motherf**er. Bone crusher. Undisputed baddest Not one of these fancy other s**ers could say a thing to ever touch your status I told him I wrote my story in blood My blade is your blade, daddy I'm you're student He said life ain't a movie If you can't figure that out - That's on you, stupid