Every cowgirl grab yourself a thug......

[Rench]
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

[R-Son]
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
[Rench]
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

[R-Son]
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
[Rench]
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

[R-Son]
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