Dream Catcher that don't sift out night terrors
My errors consist of sniffed up knife bearers
Antagonist not passive with the dragon's lips
What happens is a mass of lit masochists had some clips

They seasoned demons leeching when i hear some preaching
They seizing my fortitude when I snort a lude
Girl I'm the sort of dude that has more to lose
Sordid shoes, the morbid blues, with assorted flutes playing background

Never back down, that gas loud, smokescreen
My folks' dream for me to embrace the folk scene
Bleeding from my eardrums I fear some apparition
I hear the adder hissin, the after visions of the tribe of Asher missing

Huge stadiums of black and blue craniums of Ukrainians
Aliens impaling them leaving a trail of sin
Bitter fiends get blasted into smithereens
Shivering, slithering serpents search urgent for the merchants

To give them up for purchase, spot at a church service
Their purpose began to surface, I'm nervous!
Evil spirits immersing in your person, i'm deserving
Of a needy behavior, Lords of dogtown deem me a savior

My seedy neighbors burning acres while my soul's up for wager
Forget the wafer soak me in lager until my faith wavers
Going full course missed the capers, send the vapors
All this is extra extra like the boy with the paper

Take five like quintets, I've been set to ingest
Unclean animals with a cracked mandible, mindset hannibal
Win the world over like Pablo Sandoval, Mechanical twitching
Tyrannical vision, you can't handle this instance

Chorus

I'm the cowboy
I'm a cryptic legend
I'm the cowboy

Pushing toxic waste at a hypnotic pace
Midst chronic blaze welcome to the sonic waves
Of the rap Louis Lamour, this cruelty is bizarre
Keep a Toolie arched, window of my hoopty been dark

A doobie amongst dubious nubians is sparked
Mount Vesuvius like eruption when the roomy Benze is parked
Miss lucy is such a chatterbox tried to laugh her off
She on my adam's apple like she listened to the adder talk

The darkness is consuming lives as I'm boosting ice
Houston lies a couple hundred miles from Amarillo
Scrubs describe my pad, call it Brillo
I keep it till though, still lipped dame lights my cigarillo

Parking lot throwing shade with a grin
Rolling chafe on a whim, moving that landslide dirt
Get that cash right smirk, the hash pipe worth
Would cover the expense of my versache shirt

You rascals I crack skulls with swing of my mag-lite
You ain't got that blow for the low like bag pipes
Got a bounty on my head
Weigh a buck fifty way above gritty do not be mislead

I'm the cowboy
I'm a cryptic legend
I'm the cowboy
And I'll dismiss you to heaven