Rifleman

[Hook]
What up, put em up
Wet em up, word/run up, shoot em up
Hip hop kclan
The 1 man band
Call me the rifleman

[Verse 1]
I'm a mad, mad man
From the bad, black kclan
With a gat and a strap in my hand
Gunning down punks
When i pop in the trunk
Leaving bloody chunks
I'm a sad, sad man
Might die for the cash fast
Might blast on your ass fast
Go for your gun
Run money run
When all said and done
I got the last laugh
A click and a pop
With a hip and a hop
Won't stop till i see dead bodies drop
For the? mic get up and go
I'm shooting up to many funerals
1 duck, 2 duck, 3 duck
Buck, buck, buck
Shooting up, 3 in a row
Ain't no need to plead
Medical attention is what you need
Chew bullets of speed
Mud? you bleed, lead to the head
Follow my lead
I'm so damn crazy
Shooting up niggas won't faze me
Play me like the mob
I'm looking for the job
Watch me mop ya
Ya days of raining, running
You better keep running
I'm gunning for your mother your father and son
My body's getting numb
Watch out here i come
I'm about to get dumb
About to get stupid
Shooting up more couples than cupid
Able? temple man, can
My temperature will with stand
We stand strong
But gonna run
But distract pop?
When i'm pulling my gun
Drop, drop when i pop, pop
Taking the life of 2? men
Do you know who i am the motherfucking rifleman

[Hook]
What up, put em up
Wet em up, word/run up, shoot em up
Hip hop kclan
The 1 man band
Call me the rifleman

[Verse 2]
Run for cover
My bullets will smother
Masking the death of a brother
1 to the dome
Meet your doom, boom
Exposing chrome rider
Like a mad cowboy
Rhyming
Like a black style boy
Down boy, not now boy
With a clip i'm a trip
And i'm ready to destroy
I'm a pain killer
A deranged killer
I crack ya back
Then i crack a Miller
This bud's for khule
This buck-shots for you fool
I'm down like drilling?
No further a dew
Murder i do
Your bloody like a burger
I bet ain't hear a murmer from you and ya crew
Blasting fool like gymkhana/sub-kana?
To many guns, all my bullets
For fool who box and kick us?
Cause you can't get with this
Cause where the gods
Playing target practice on ya head
Through your eye, bullets fly
I'm a hell of a guy on a drive-by
When i'm high i'm hitting your bullseye
Right to the brain when i blaze my joint
And my rifle will point to ya head, finna' dead
Body full of lead
Bullets you bleed
Bloody you dead
Coming fools fled
From my 30.30
A 30-i-6
Put niggas to the mix
Blast with a hell of a kick
Waiting for the click
Now your body throwing fits?
All hail when the hollow-point shells
Boom like [brains?]
Still spray some lead
All well that is well
No tall tails for the rifleman

[Hook]
What up, put em up
Wet em up, word/run up, shoot em up
Hip hop kclan
The 1 man band
Call me the rifleman