Young Fathers - Hangman

I’m almost there I’m almost there, but not quite
Travelling through the bayou, feel the eeriness at sunset
My senses on high alert, so I say, Hello Who’s there Nothing
Like a whistle in the wind as I move on forward
I hear the leaves rustling leaves rustling
In a state of grace words I shouldn’t have said are all forgiven
All the days of bad forgotten
But still, to me, revenge is a dish best served cold
Like ice cold with an ice pick and a blindfold
I’m going, going, gone I said, I’m going, going, gone
Time to meet your maker Time to meet your maker
I’m prowling, growling, howling
Hangman
A bullet a piece for the two of you
Hey
For you
Low deep nasty
You chopping me down like the Amazon
No getting past me
Two feet in the air
You wouldn’t last a marathon
Racing with the panther
The maximum price ah
Curator of the faith ah
I’m never too late ah
Don’t shoot the messenger
Shoot the messenger’s mother
Fffffucker
Hangman
A bullet a piece for the two of you
Motherfucker
For you
Fatherfucker
Hangman
A bullet a piece for the two of you
For you
Hangman
A bullet a piece for the two of you
For you
Hangman
A bullet a piece for the two of you
For you
I’m almost there I’m almost there, but not quite
Travelling through the bayou, feel the eeriness at sunset
My senses on high alert, so I say, Hello Who’s there Nothing
Like a whistle in the wind as I move on forward
I hear the leaves rustling leaves rustling
In a state of grace words I shouldn’t have said are all forgiven
All the days of bad forgotten
But still, to me, revenge is a dish best served cold
Like ice cold with an ice pick and a blindfold
I’m going, going, gone I said, I’m going, going, gone
Time to meet your maker Time to meet your maker
I’m prowling, growling, howling
Hangman
A bullet a piece for the two of you
Hey
For you
Low deep nasty
You chopping me down like the Amazon
No getting past me
Two feet in the air
You wouldn’t last a marathon
Racing with the panther
The maximum price ah
Curator of the faith ah
I’m never too late ah
Don’t shoot the messenger
Shoot the messenger’s mother
Fffffucker
Hangman
A bullet a piece for the two of you
Motherfucker
For you
Fatherfucker
Hangman
A bullet a piece for the two of you
For you
Hangman
A bullet a piece for the two of you
For you
Hangman
A bullet a piece for the two of you
For you
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