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letra de the sherrif redux - badministrator

i’m the longest long arm of the law, the judge and the jury
unleashing the fury and you got no need to worry cause
i came to execute all these fools and like vick mackey and
the boys i don’t know no rules
i’m from the old school, wild wild west
where if you look at someone crooked for a moment you take two in the chest
i’d put you under arrest but i got no time for prisoners
got a list of names and so long that you’d think it was shindler’s
i got a bullet with your name if you’re crossing the river
i got a casket just your size and i came to deliver
i got your funeral planned out i just called up your minister
and told your wife and your kids you won’t make it to dinner
you know what happens to sinners and crooks we dig’em a hole
put’em six feet deep we’ve never granted parole
every sentence here is death cause i’ve got no self control
we put a penny in each eye cause we heard there’s a toll

my name is cait, but you can call me sheriff or ma’am
i’m sharing my plan cause you can’t stop it once it began
patrolling valoran is all i do
i’ve got a wanted poster here and it looks like you
you’ve got a bounty on your head and i’m bringing my crew
and they’ve got orders to shoot anything that moves
i’ve got a liscence to k!ll and it’s stamped approved
you better run little man cause we’re on the move

i love a good chase, so here’s a head start
you know it’s time for a shakedown and my target’s marked
but you better run fast because my sight’s on your heart
and the rifle in my hands is state of the art
i’ll take apart every champ on your team
you’re just another quick tally in my k!lling spree
you’re just a dot on the horizon but that’s plenty for me
i’ll put it right between your eyes from a thousand feet
i’ve k!lled a thousand creeps, i think my farm’s complete
it’s time to push to win, it’s time to bring the heat
i wrote your eulogy and the next time we meet
i’ll scream it right into your face while you taste defeat
your team is looking beat, torn up and bl–dy
i guess i’ll be the good and you can be the bad and the ugly
i got your gravestone carved with an epitaph that says
he died doing what he was best at, getting shot in the head

- badministrator

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