2 Skinnee J's - The Good, The Bad, The Skinnee Lyrics
It's the goodThe badAnd the skinneeIt's the goodThe badAnd the skinneeIt's the goodThe badAnd the skinneeIt's the goodThe badAnd the skinneeThe sun in the skyAnd i know it was high noonHit the town center and enter the saloonSix shooter by my side but i'm down by fiveAnd the sign says j guevara dead or aliveWho shot the sheriff?I swear it wasn't meCase taken by mistake identityNow deputies and mountiesHunt my black ass for bountyNow i'm jetting to avoidThese boba fetting fiends that hound meThere's a rally for an allyWith voice loud like town crierOn a steed name of tumbleweedArrives the pale riderIt's the honkeeOn the donkey,My compadreSpecial jJ guevara knows the graveyard,But i know the graveWe're guys in our disguises,With our mustaches phoneyAs we exit stage leftWe go express like a ponyThen we're loose from the nooseAnd we're back in the saddleLil' bruto's in the packOf the riff raff and rabbleIt's the goodThe badAnd the skinneeIt's the goodThe badAnd the skinneeIt's the goodThe badAnd the skinneeIt's the goodThe badAnd the skinneeWe're lost like atlantisIn this land of the lawlessLegendary mercenaryWith an aim that is flawlessIn a mess nonethelessI confess like a sinnerSpecial j's got my backWhile the buzzards got my innards,For dinnerThe cowards cower,The brave brave the elementsI search the scenery for signs of intelligenceIs this the fate of the j's,Special and guevaraTake our last breath of airUp there on the sierraOur hopes are dropping,The temperature is risingBut look over there,Where,There on the horizonA lone horsemanApproaches behold with gold from stagecoachesAnd fortunes fortoldNow dreams of more clamsThan found by the seashoreHave got j and i digging graves like igorBut when the world dividesAnd men turn on their sonsThose with their shovelsAnd those with their gunsIt's the goodThe badAnd the skinneeIt's the goodThe badAnd the skinneeIt's the goodThe badAnd the skinneeIt's the goodThe badAnd the skinneeBadges,We don't need no stinking badgesBadges,We don't need no stinking badgesBadges,We don't need no stinking badgesBadges,We don't need no stinking badgesBadges,We don't need no stinking badgesWhere justice comes looserThan swedish massagesSpecial j blowing up like a stick of dynamiteI'm the rootinest tootenist hombreSince samuel yosemiteAnd i up the ante,You cant beat the j vigilanteIn the shantyBring inferno like dante,Or disco or towering foes are endangeredLike manateesI cause calamaties like janeIt's the goodThe badAnd the skinneeIt's the goodThe badAnd the skinneeIt's the goodThe badAnd the skinneeIt's the goodThe badAnd the skinnee
