Pistol packing wild man

He’s a pistol packing ,
Never lacking ,
Give you a smacking, kinda guy.

He always flips his chips ,
He acid trips, candy flips,
he sips purple drank,
He does shit before he thinks.

He’s not into style, although
He looks good in pink, 
But black is his color ,
He’s just one BAD motherfucker!

He comes from a hillbilly trucker ,
who beat on his mother,
His first felony came 
After taking the blame 
For beating that hillbilly silly.


On that day his life really changed 
Never going to be the same.
When he was released from jail,
He went to the pawn shop.
Bought him self a Glock.
And since then

He’s been a pistol packing ,
never lacking,
hater smacking ,
Rich folk jacking 
Kinda guy.

Always on the fly ,
Never having to try.
To catch the ladies eye.
Always on the move 
With nothing to lose 
But that’s how he chooses his moves.

Sometimes battered and bruised 
But very seldom did he lose.
Harley Davison is what he cruised.
Crashed a few!

Never new  everyone’s name in the crew 
Because he was more of a loner 
set his own tone
So most just left him alone 
He never had a phone 
So to catch him you had to know where he roamed.
Places he laid his head 
His safe places “he said”
Very few would ever know,
Or know where to go .
He slept light 
with a pistol under his pillow every night.

He was a pistol packing,
Never lacking, 
Rich folk jacking,
Party favors packing 
Wild man 

But solid as they get when on that track
Hopefully one day he will find his way back 
Until then  
@()(;&/:)’v……$@&)

Some people know how it goes
What it looks like when pain shows.
Others don’t have a clue and just turn up there nose 
Blind to see the pain, the hurt, the shame.
Not knowing what it’s like in his brain.
If only he could refrain 
from the urges that came.
The red hot flame 
Of anger the started in his heart, 
 and ran like fire through his veins.
Made him rip shit apart,
And bring people to pain.

If people new rightly
The would probably tread more lightly

I’m just a sayin
Yeah!!!  
I’m just a sayin
…
…….. I’m just sayin 
                   This boy aint playin


I’m just sayin

funk, raspy sexy blues female voice, medium slow