outlaw (ft. lulamoon) [FINAL]

art by dexter daybreaker

written by vylet pony & lulamoon

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['Cuz this pony became the crunky champion]

[Life]

This town ain't big enough

Check yourself at the door

I know more than you think

Debt on the scoreboard

Kicking up a stink

Form right over function

Takes a bitch to do it right

Blood on your land

When you're losing every fight

You know how we do it

On the bodies of your men

Put a bullet where his brain should be

Plucked right off the stem

Double barrel shotty

Pump that shit he's rabbid

Another has-been in the bag

Stitched up by a f*ggot

[Fall to your knees mortal]

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Outlaw me bitch

Outlaw me bitch

Outlaw me bitch

Then this shotty boutta put you out of the 'biz

[We the gay music]

Outlaw me bitch

[Pony Music]

Outlaw me bitch

[Priority warning]

Outlaw me bitch

Then this shotty boutta put you out of the 'biz

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Line the men up the wall

Bag their heads with a smile

Send these mic'd up boys

To the redneck trials

Yeah

Shoot a dog

Just to fear the bite

It's on sight

Salt the wounds

Of the snow

'Cuz it's fuck ice

The new town square ritual

Public castration

Throwing bricks at the straights

Making queer vengeance great again

Red hat and glasses

Skipped all his classes

All these motherfuckers

Put their money where their ass is

Outlaw me bitch

Outlaw me bitch

Outlaw me bitch

Then this shotty boutta put you out of the 'biz

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He's just a stupid as hell

White bratty incel

Nobody has to k*ll him

'Cuz he'll do it himself

He's like "41%"

But everybody can tell

Even though his god ain't real

He already in hell

Oh, fuck

And he's just doing fucking dirty work

He don't know that he's just a

Tweet of someone's birdy bird

He likes his guns

But he's just scared of words

He's gonna jump just

'Cuz he heard "she/her"

Outlaw me bitch

Outlaw me bitch

Outlaw me bitch

Then this shotty boutta p—

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Aye yo she

Cuddle the Ruger EC9S, not no Blajaj

SS on mama's hotspot

Sticks cook 'em like hotpot

N**ga, fuck Judy Hopps, Jim Hopper, and Robocop

You by the throne, spit shinin' my spot

N**ga

They scan her fit on Google Lens

They call her Open Carrie since they Sauer with a SIG

Aye roll up your Top Five cause she cool with smokin' on mids

Make you horse famous, Colt 45, put you on Fox 10

Even the terfs think she really him

Dyke with a ArmaLite for ice

And a 9 for the 2 and 10

Shawty dump the shit

Then get in the whip and then get in the wind

Aye yo, I strut my shit

I pull up my skirt and then stuff in a stick

And if I boymode, it's preme dunks, my nails glitter

Don't melee with mini Hitlers, we hit 'em with holo tippers

And if you unaware of what we do with MAGA N**gas

Ask Grok, my Glock

Pop, you haunting a data center

Pussy

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Tell 'em

Hahaha

Aye, anon ask Grok to tie your n**se for you

[In the Hudson Bay, you know how we do it]

Aye, yuh, aye

You the Combine

Breaking every single tourist trap

Under your step

On a fine line

Bumble out the Gonarch Lair

On a Rhine dime

My sign says all of you bitches

Are gonna do time time

Cry bitch

There's nothing great to replace

Only the hive minds

I find

Every white man in contempt

Wannabe terrorists

Invading every space that they can't bench

Here's the sitrep

Camp Cracker's overrun and spent

You can outlaw the idea

But you can't run from Ol' Betsy

Yo

Pop, pop out on 12

HECU V. the HEV

From hell

"We can always tell"

Pray tell

All it takes is ashen one

To demon fell

All the men outlevel health

But got no mana for the spells

Running up the L's

Gunning for themselves

Give 'em cells

Solitary sells

Televise it to their kin

Loving Christ compels

We never shot first

But the smoking gun smells

Of a red hat brat

The Rainbow Mafia's about to shell

Yeah

I'm loosing up now

[You have destroyed so much, what is it exactly that you have created? Can you name even one thing?]