Last of a Dying Breed (SWAMP VERSION)

I got a 12 gauge pump in the shotgun seat

Six rounds in the barrel lookin for a little heat

Got the pedal pushed down doin' 90 in a 50

I'm dying tryna give a damn

Well, I usually don't get stirred up like this

But I'm tired of the fake love and all the fake shit

If you ain't riding with me, get the fuck out of my way

I ain't got time for the lame shit today

Get outta my way, outta my way, outta my way

But I can guarandamntee you won't meet another motherfucker like me

Keep talking that shit like you can't bleed

All bark, no bite, you a hatin' ass bitch

Brought a knife to a motherfuckin' gun fight

Got my shades on, looking like I can't see

But I can pick up on you pretty easily

Like a blue tick hound tracking blood on the ground

I'm the last of a dying breed

I'm on a one lane black top straight from hell

In a souped up red 69 Chevelle

I got the birds flying out in the back rearview

If you don't like me, it's a big fuck you

We can get this thing rolling anytime that you want

Step up to the plate, but I know that you won't

I can smell fake shit from a mile away

Ain't stopping, better get the fuck outta my way

Get outta my way

But I can guarandamntee you won't meet another motherfucker like me

Keep talking that shit like you can't bleed

All bark, no bite, you a hatin' ass bitch

Brought a knife to a motherfuckin' gun fight

Got my shades on, looking like I can't see

But I can pick up on you pretty easily

Like a blue tick hound tracking blood on the ground

I'm the last of a dying breed

But I can guarandamntee you won't meet another motherfucker like me

Keep talking that shit like you can't bleed

All bark, no bite, you a hatin' ass bitch

Brought a knife to a motherfuckin' gun fight

Got my shades on, looking like I can't see

But I can pick up on you pretty easily

Like a blue tick hound tracking blood on the ground

I'm the last of a dying breed