Apache Gunfighter - Goblin Mashups

The old gunfighter on the porch Stared into the sun And relived the days of living by the gun When deadly games of pride were played And living was mistakes not made And the thought of the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke Ah, the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke It's always keep your back to the sun He can almost feel the weight of the gun And he's faster than snakes or the blink of an eye And it's a time for all slow men to die And his eyes get squinty and his fingers twitch As he empties the gun at the son of a bitch And he's hit by the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke Hit by the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke Now the burn of a bullet is only a scar He's back in his chair in front of the bar And the streets are empty and the blood's all dried And the dead are dust and the whiskey's inside So buy him a drink and lend him an ear 'Cause he's nobody's fool and the only one here Who remembers the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke Remember the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke He said I stood in that street before it was paved Learned to shoot or be shot before I could shave And I did it all for the money and fame Noble was nothing but feeling no shame And nothing was sacred but stayin' alive And all that I learned from a Colt 45 Was to curse the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke Curse the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke He's just an old man, now, that no one believes That says he's a gunfighter, the last of the breed And there are ghosts in the street seeking revenge Calling him out to the lunatic fringe Now he's out in the traffic checking the sun And he's killed by a car as he goes for his gun So much for the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke So much for the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke

The old gunfighter stood on the porch And stared into the sun And relived all the old days Back when he was livin' by the gun When deadly games of pride were played And livin' was mistakes not made And the thought of the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke The thought of the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke And it's always keep your back to the sun And you can almost feel the weight of that gun It's faster than snakes or a blink of the eye And it's a time for all slow men to die His eyes get squinty and he's straight as a log As he empties his gun at the dirty dog And he's hit by the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke Hit by the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke Now the burn of a bullet is only a scar And he's back in his chair in front of a bar And the streets are empty and the blood's all dried The dead are dust and the whiskey's inside So buy him a drink and lend him an ear He's nobody's fool and he's the only one here Who remembers the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke Remembers the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke Said I stood in that street before it was paved I learned to shoot or be shot before I could shave And I did it all for the money and the fame Noble was nothing but feelin' no shame And nothing was sacred but stayin' alive And all that I learned from a Colt .45 Was to cuss the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke Cuss the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke Now he's just an old man that nobody believes Says he's a gunfighter the last of this breed And there's ghosts in the street seekin' revenge Callin' him out to the lunatic fringe He's out in the traffic now checking the sun And he's killed by a car as he goes for his gun So much for the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke So much for the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke

[20 second skit between Apache and a girl] [Apache] Ladies listen close, run quick fast pronto This is a song about my dick, his name is Tonto That's my dick's name, I gave it a nickname No time to dance off wit'cha pants, let's play a quick game Of hide the salami, who'll be the first to drop How many licks does it take to get the center of my Tonto pop I heard you'll do anything to meet rap stars What would you do for this Klondike bar? Don't smile, I fuck wild, you wanna slow'er up When I finish you'll be "cuckoo!" for Cocoa Nuts Not a ball there's more of the rough stuff Fuck so hard you say, "I've fallen and I can't get up!" I've got a, little dick, but once it's inside It's about this big but about THIS wide I rip your tummy honey, you want money that's funny First let me tempt your tummy with the taste of my Nuts'n'Honey Hard as a brick, promise not to cum quick I got the - long dough, long braids, and the loooooooong dick [Chorus x2] My dick, my dick! [x3] Myyyyyyyyyy dick! [Apache] Got a Superwoman's pussy, my dick's the Kyrptonite Come get fucked from your asshole to your appetite I'm a fucker not a fighter come get your clit rocked Rip your pussy off, give it back to you in a ziplock I'm real quick to throw a fit over big tits Tasty like Diet Coke, I'll suck 'em "just for the taste of it" (Do you eat pussy?) HELL NO! (That's fucked up, why?) I don't eat shit that bleeds for 7 days and doesn't die I hope you're strictly dickly, I'm hard as cement I like to fuck long strong hard and frequent I like to bend 'em, run up in 'em, I'm not generous I specialize in doin damage to your uterus I pound the pussy with a fierce ambition Don't speak, I'm a freak with the meat in position I love orgies, I'm horny, it's fun time I like to fuck at least two at one time Kind of thick, promise not to cum quick I got the - long dough, long braids, and the loooooooong dick [Chorus] [Apache] That's my nigga if he got bigger he'd be my bigga nigga 6 foot 3, maybe a quarter of an inch bigger I'll figure Since you're wet, get set to give me that My dick so big I use a skully for a jimmy hat Tonto's a Tec-9, my nuts are the two clips While I bone and ya moan as I pinch ya nips Which is the reason the girls are always grabbin It's back to the crib for some of that CABIN STABBIN-AH I got pull, I'm not the fool that's in a back sleep I keep you warmer than the wool on a Black Sheep It's hereditary, so honey let your drawers drop This dick was passed down from my pops and his pops Check the ho pro, bend over and grab your ankles Or remind me, I might forget to say thank you Kind of thick, promise not to cum quick I got the - long dough, long braids, and the loooooooong dick [Chorus]